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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
Olivia “Mates!” I repeat my wolf’s declaration aloud, burying my face in Kaden’s neck to gulp down more of his scent. It’s intoxicating, overpowering, irresistible. I’m so drunk on it, I can’t think of anything else. I never knew finding your mate could be so all-consuming. The outside world just disappears, leaving only the three of us. I’m drowning in them, in this sea of overwhelming need, to have them inside me, so deep in my soul they can’t ever get out. Kaden chuckles, rubbing my back soothingly. “We’re so happy to see you too, baby.” He sounds so light-hearted, nothing like this fire that’s raging within me, and my wolf snarls angrily. How could our mates not feel the same soul-crushing emptiness I feel, this urgent craving to have your mate fill that void?I pull back, seeking the truth of his desire for me. When our gazes connect, relief washes over me. Because it’s there in his eyes too, this same burning need for me I have for him.Seeing the way Kaden looks at me, l
Kaden She bit me! She bit us! My hand automatically finds her mark on my neck and a rush of carnal need courses through me at the contact.One minute I'm worried she might never come back to me and the next, I’m being claimed. I can’t believe it but fuck if I’m going to question it. A tiny voice niggles at the back of my mind, telling me that I should question it. She was so hurt, so angry when she left two days ago. What happened between her being taken from us by her douche of an ex and when Rhett found her wandering alone on Crimson Moon land that changed her mind? Now she’s back and suddenly the past doesn’t seem to matter to her. It’s like she’s a totally different person, almost like she was recognizing our bond for the first time, the way it should have been with none of our history to tarnish the moment. It’s fucking confusing. But staring down at her now, all I feel is gratitude. For this woman who came in like a tidal wave and turned my whole world on end. For the pups s
Kyle “What do you mean she got away?” I snarl, wishing I could reach through the phone and strangle the woman. “She’s one tiny girl, five foot nothing and a hundred pounds soaking wet. You not only have size over her, but you have powers! What the fuck happened?” This is the last thing I expected to hear when I called to check on Olivia. I knew I couldn’t get her out of Crimson Moon without being caught. So I drove her straight to Hester and asked her to hide her for me while I went back to do damage control. I didn’t have a lot of time to lay out my complete plan, hurling instructions at her as I ran out the door. Instructions to make Olivia feel safe while using magic to eliminate her bond to the Glass Lake Alpha and Beta. It seemed implicit to me that she would not let her leave! “She wasn’t as easy to break as you thought she’d be! None of them have been!” She hisses back. “I paid my debt to you a long time ago, Kyle. Consider what I managed to do to her before she escaped a bo
Olivia I wake slowly, stretching my limbs and loving the delicious ache in my muscles from the passionate night with my mates. I brush my fingers over my marks, making my core cinch and a gush of slick run down my thighs from the zing of arousal it sends rushing through me. Two low rumbles on either side of me have my reluctant eyes popping open. “Good morning!” I rasp, sleepy but satisfied. “Why are you already up and dressed? Come back to bed.” I pout at seeing them freshly showered and ready for the day. I thought they’d want to spend the day in bed, celebrating our new bond. Instead, they’re staring at me like I’m a stranger, a puzzle they're trying to solve. Like they don’t have a direct line to my very soul, to everything I think and feel. “What’s wrong?” I sit up in bed, pulling the sheet to cover my naked body.as panic threatens to take over. “Why are you looking at me that way? “Oh Goddess! You regret it, don’t you! You wish we hadn’t bonded and now you’re stuck with m
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