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OliviaIt’s almost time. Kaden and Declan will announce our pups as their heirs mere minutes from now. I’ve known this day was coming for weeks, but now that it’s here, I don’t know how to feel about it. No, that’s a lie. I know exactly how to feel about it. Terrified. Nerves roll around inside me like tiny ball bearings, scattering in every direction until no part of me is unaffected. Declan stands behind me, my ever watchful guardian, while I put the finishing touches on my make-up. Sensing my unease, his purr revs to life and his wolf pumps calming pheromones into the room. “You have nothing to worry about, rosebud. Everyone is going to love you.” Declan assures me, misinterpreting my concern. His hands skate up and down my arms, goose flesh erupting in their wake. And his purr is like an idling engine, vibrating against my back until my body feels all melty and relaxed. But my mind is still a snarling swarm of anxiety and fear, edging closer to panic with every passing second.
Kaden “Quiet!” My Alpha command blankets the crowd and they immediately fall silent. Declan has already left to follow Olivia, but our parents surround me. Disbelief, disappointment, anger pours from them in torrents. But I can’t concern myself with any of that right now. Somehow, I have to control the damage Ana has done with the pack so I can get to my mate. She’s all that matters. “My deepest apologies for the confusion. I’m not sure what Ms. Ariti’s goal was here today, but her statement was misleading. She is not carrying my pup. But I can assure you we will deal with the situation swiftly.” I snarl in her direction. “Please return to your homes. We’ll notify you when this issue is resolved and reconvene under less volatile circumstances.” The crowd begins to disperse when Ana’s father storms onto the stage. “Are you really going to publicly disgrace my daughter? Is that the kind of Alpha you are, a man who makes promises to young, impressionable she-wolves, defiles them, the
Declan “Where is she?” Kaden growls and the room falls silent. At first, I don't understand what he’s asking me. But one quick look around makes it perfectly clear. Olivia had been standing right beside me. She must have left but I was too consumed by the rage burning in my veins to notice her slip out. “I-, I didn’t see her leave.” My voice cracks, rage replaced with fear. She knows it’s not safe for her to go off alone right now, not even in our home. It’s bad enough she ran off after Ana’s little stunt earlier but I had my eyes on her the whole time. Panic roils in my gut when I realize I’m not even sure how long she’s been gone. “Where do you think you’re going, Beta? We’re not done here!” Alpha Xavier barks and I round on him. “I think we made it perfectly clear we’re done with you! Do us all a favor and take your grasping, slut of a daughter with you!” I snarl on my way out, slamming the door behind me. “Kaden! Where are you going?” I hear Ana whine when he opens the do
Olivia I burst through the front door of the packhouse without slowing down, gulping down lungfuls of fresh air. I was starting to feel claustrophobic in that office, the walls closing in around me as I listened to the hateful things that Alpha said about me and my pups. But when Ryan announced that Ana woman could stay here in Glass Lake, where I’d have to see her every day, watch her grow my mate’s pup in her belly and make a play for his affections, I had to get out. I can’t believe I was actually starting to let myself fall for them but all those men ever do is hurt me. I should have known better. What the hell was I thinking? I’m pacing the driveway, deciding what to do next, when a shadow falls over me and I startle. “Kyle, what are you doing here?”“Come with me!” He demands wrapping an arm around my waist and practically dragging me along. “Ky-” My scream is cut off by a hand over my mouth. He lifts me from the ground and carries me behind an armored SUV parked in the p
Olivia The door to the little cabin groans on it’s hinges as I fling it open, only to come face to face with Snaggletooth himself. His maniacal grin sends shivers down my spine as I back away, only to find myself trapped by Kyle’s broad chest at my back. “Where were you going, pretty?” The man taunts, the licentious look in his eye telling me all I need to know about his intentions. Now that I’m facing him directly instead of side-eyeing him from the backseat, I can see his appearance matches his putrid scent. His bedraggled beard and general unkempt appearance only proves what I already suspected. He’s a rogue. “Since when are you friends with rogues, Kyle?” I don’t bother hiding the repugnance in my tone. Kyle slides his arms around my waist, pulling me tight against him. Nausea churns my stomach at the contact but I don’t fight it, accepting the protection it affords. At the moment, Kyle is definitely the lesser of the two evils I’m facing. “I thought I told you I’d call if
Kaden I stare blankly out the kitchen window of Declan’s parents’ house. The sun creeps over the horizon, painting the sky in a beautiful array of soft pinks and lavender, blending seamlessly into fiery oranges and reds. The colors shift with each passing moment, becoming even more brilliant. But all I see is the bright emerald, deep forest and pale honeydew of Olivia’s gorgeous green eyes and the strawberry, copper and fire red strands of her hair. Pain slices through my chest like a knife and I feel myself bleeding out on the expensive tile floor. I can’t fucking breathe without her. The pitter patter of little feet has me brushing my tears away. I have to be strong for the pups. They’ll already feel their mother’s absence. They don’t need to bear my pain too. “Daddy, where mommy?” Deacon crawls into my lap and snuggles into my chest. “She always gims us kisses in da morning.”. I look into his wide hazel eyes, so much like Declan’s, and so innocent I physically ache inside. I pu
Declan “How’s it going?” I deliver the question with a lazy grin, my best attempt at playing it cool while stewing in unbridled rage inside. The guy at the Crimson Moon gate just scowls at me like I just ruined his whole damn day. Maybe I did. I guess we’ll see, because if he doesn’t let me in to see his Alpha, his day is going to go downhill real damn fast. “State your business.” His gruff voice sounds like it doesn’t get used often and when it does, he’s gonna say as little as possible “Not very talkative, are you? More the strong silent type.” I chatter, hoping I’ll annoy him into letting me through. Because this plan has to work. And for it to work, I have to get into Xavier’s pack. I don’t know if Liv is here, but Xavier knows something and I need to find out what it is. And it all falls on me. After what went down in that so-called meeting yesterday, Xavier would be too suspicious of Kaden. Only I can sell the ruse we’ve concocted. “Either state your business or get
Olivia I don’t know where I am. My limbs feel heavy, more like lead bricks than flesh and blood. And my head is so fuzzy, every thought I have slips away before I can bring it into focus. Giving up for the moment, I slump to the ground next to a statuesque oak tree. Wherever I am, it’s beautiful here. Evenso, something tells me I’m not supposed to be here, that there is somewhere more important I need to be. I just can’t remember where that is. “Ugh!” I let my head fall back against the tree and try to clear my mind, focusing on the flame colored leaves and the way the sunlight dapples through the branches. After taking a moment to just breathe, I try to think back to the last thing I remember. Coming home to see Brynlee? She’s hurt, in the hospital. But no, I remember spending a lot of time with her. Mom and dads were there, too. I remember seeing them. I must have been in Glass Lake for a while but I don’t think I’m there now. I grew up in those woods but this place doesn’t lo
Hello Lovely Readers!That's a wrap for Olivia, Kaden, Declan, Brynlee and Rhett! Thank you so much for taking this wild ride with me! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you! As for what's next, get ready to join Finley as she struggles to prove a female is just as capable of being Alpha as any man, not only to her pack, but to all the men in her life, some of whom want nothing more than her success, while other's can't wait to watch her fall. "Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story" will begin serializing in a couple weeks, shortly after the new year. If you're looking for something to read in the meantime, please consider checking out my new stand-alone book, "The Lycan King's Outcast Omega." The first 7 cha[ters are out and I'll begin serializing regularly in the next couple of days. Once again, I'd like to thank you all for the amazing support you've shown my books. You all inspire me everyday. Your comments make me laugh, make me smile, and make me
Brynlee "Left!" I call out, moving in perfect sync with Rhett as we corner the rogue wolf we've been tracking for three days. Our client, the Mountain Ridge pack, watches in amazement as we work together, perfectly matched.The rogue doesn't stand a chance against our coordinated attack. Within minutes, Rhett has him pinned while I secure the spelled restraints."Impressive," the Mountain Ridge Alpha says. "Your reputation is well-earned.""We work well together," Rhett responds, his hand finding its natural place on my nape. Through our bond, I feel his eagerness to finish here. To get home. To Maya.The thought of our daughter makes both our wolves restless. Three days is the longest we've been away since her birth four months ago.“Grace says she's been practicing," Olivia tells us over the phone as we drive home. "The little witch is already moving her toys without touching them."Rhett's grip tightens on the steering wheel. Even after two months of knowing about Maya's magical ab
Brynlee "It's a girl," Grace announces with a smile as she completes my monthly check-up. "And she's thriving under your mate bond. Both of your energies are strengthening her."Rhett's hand tightens on my shoulder. Through our bond, I feel his fierce joy mingled with protective instinct."A daughter," he murmurs. "To raise as strong as her mother.""And as protected as her father makes her mother feel," I add, covering his hand with mine.We're in the pack gathering hall, where wolves mill about preparing for tonight's announcement feast. Rhett and I will officially share our plans to become trackers, to help other packs while maintaining our home ties here."Speaking of protection," Grace says carefully, "have you decided where you'll be when . . .""Here," Rhett answers immediately. "We'll time our contracts around the birth. Make sure we're home for at least the first few months.""Both packs will help," Finley adds, entering with a stack of paperwork. "Though from what I hear, yo
Brynlee"Please remind me, Sir. Make me yours again."And with that, the last of his restraint dissolves, leaving my sexy Dom standing where my gentle mate was only moments before. “Follow me.” He demands, turning away and trusting I’ll obey, that trust only making me want to please him further. “Sit.”I take a deep breath as I lower myself into the chair he led me to. It’s a wood-framed chair that’s slightly reclined, a pillowy black cushion that I sink down into stretched across the surface. There are strange leather loops protruding from the wood at the top of the chair and it’s immediately clear the entire thing was built for one very specific purpose. “Arms up over your head, little wolf.” His command is a deep rumble that sends a frisson of pleasure straight to my clit. He steps behind me, and though I can’t see what he’s doing, I’m not afraid. Excitement and eager anticipation is all I can feel. Until he wraps soft cuffs around my wrists and attaches them to the leather loops
Rhett The pack house buzzes with activity as one of the elders works with other witches to break the spells on affected pack members. Grace moves between them, checking for injuries, while warriors secure Xander and Tracy in spelled cells deep underground.But all I can focus on is Brynlee."You need to be checked," I murmur against her hair. We haven't broken contact since the fight ended, my hand resting possessively on her nape."I'm fine," she starts to protest, but stops at my growl."Grace. Now." I let dominance color my tone, watching her melt into the command."Yes, Sir."Heads turn as we cross the great hall - not with the previous worry or pity, but with new respect. My collar sits proud at her throat, her submission now obvious and willing. No more pretense. No more hiding."The baby's fine," Grace announces after examining her. "Actually, it's more than fine. The energy is stronger, more stable." She looks between us. "Whatever happened during the fight seems to have stren
Rhett Training takes over as I evaluate our options. Spelled wolves on three sides, children still in danger, and Xander approaching from the north.Through our bond, I feel Brynlee's certainty. “Trust me,” she pushes through our connection. “Like in training.”"Grace," I command quietly. "Get the pups out. Dad, contain the spelled wolves. Tracy's mine."Before Tracy can react, Brynlee moves - not away from danger but straight toward it. Toward Xander. Every instinct screams to stop her, but I force myself to trust. To let her fight her own battles while I handle mine."You're done, Tracy." I let my dominance fill the space between us. "Your spells are weakening. Your control is slipping. Submit now and—"Her laugh turns hysterical. "Submit? Like your precious mate? The one walking straight into Xander's trap?"But she's wrong. Through our bond, I feel Brynlee's strength. Her purpose.This isn't her walking into a trap. This is her choosing to face her demons. And my job isn't to stop
Rhett "I can't do this anymore!"Brynlee's voice carries across the pack grounds, perfectly pitched to convey desperation. She's standing just where we planned, moonlight catching the tears on her cheeks."You don't have a choice," I growl, playing my part. "You're mine.""No!" She backs away, one hand going to my collar. "I'm not yours. I'm not anyone's. And I won't let you control me anymore."The gathered pack members shift uncomfortably. In the trees, I catch multiple scents - Tracy's spies, spelled wolves, others waiting to report back. Perfect."Don't." My voice drops dangerously as her fingers touch the collar's clasp. Everything in me rebels at what comes next, but we've planned this.The sound of the collar hitting the ground echoes in the sudden silence.My roar of rage is only partly acting. Even knowing this is planned, seeing her remove my collar makes Kian nearly uncontrollable."You'll regret this," I snarl, advancing on her. Right on cue, pack members move to intervene
Rhett "They've made contact." Dad’s voice is grim as he hands me the surveillance photos. "Tracy met with Xander last night, just outside our borders."I study the images, fighting to maintain control as I see them together, heads bent in conversation. Planning. Plotting. Against my mate."Show me where."He points to the map. "Here. Notice anything interesting?""It's a focal point," I realize. "Between three locations where we found spelled wolves."More photos show increased movement around our territory. Unfamiliar wolves. Dark magic signatures. All converging faster than we anticipated."They're not waiting for the new moon," I say quietly."No." Dad marks another location. "The elders detected four more spelled wolves this morning. All moving into position. Whatever they're planning . . .""It's happening soon."My phone buzzes - Finley: Tracy spotted watching breakfast. Your move.Which means another public performance. Another scene of Brynlee rejecting my claim. Each time cut
Brynlee It takes everything in me not to lean into Rhett's touch when he reaches for me at breakfast. Instead, I force myself to flinch away, hating how his scent spikes with controlled aggression - even knowing it's an act."Don't," I say, letting my voice shake just enough. "Please. I just-, I need space."His hand drops, but not before I catch the subtle brush of his fingers against my collar - a private reminder of what's real. Of what lies beneath this performance."You're wearing my collar," he says, loud enough to carry to the curious pack members pretending not to watch. "My claim."I touch the collar, letting them see uncertainty instead of the comfort it truly brings. "Maybe that's the problem."The whispers start immediately. I catch fragments - "too soon," "traumatized," "rejecting the bond" - exactly what we want them to hear. What we want Tracy to hear when her spies inevitably report back.Rhett growls, playing his part perfectly. "We'll discuss this later.""There's no