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Olivia “Where are we going?” I ask as I rush to follow Hester down the hall, my head on a swivel, afraid Xavier or one of his men are going to pop out at any minute and drag me back to my fancy prison. When Hester came for me, I didn’t think twice about going with her. Sure, I could be jumping out of the frying pan right into the fire, but at the time, anything seemed better than being trapped in that room, just waiting for Xavier to return. I’m not sure what she wants with me, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Xavier’s plans for me aren’t good. “Quiet!” She hisses. “Do you want to get us caught?” I huff but keep moving, not having a better option at the moment. We seem to be taking a back passage, different from the way I came in, Eventually it leads to a side exit at the back of the packhouse. The moment the cold air hits my face, I skid to a stop. If my pups are in that house, I’m not leaving no matter how dangerous it is. Hester finally notices I’m not following and
Olivia “Like I said, it’s a long story.” Hester dodges my question. “Well, apparently, I’m not going anywhere soon.” A thick layer of sarcasm coats my tone. “If you’re really sorry, then you owe me an explanation. “You’re not going to like it. Not that I blame you.” She sinks into a chair and folds her hand in her lap, focusing on something far away in her mind’s eye. “Please try to remember, everything I’ve done was done out of love for a man I considered to be my hero.” “I’ll try.” I nod for her to continue, knowing what she says next is going to rock my entire world but needing to hear it anyway. “My mother was a very powerful witch. I won’t get into her story except to say she let her power make her greedy and it didn't end well for her. She got on the wrong side of an Alpha and it cost her life. It almost cost mine too. It would have if it weren’t for Kyle.“He wasn’t in good shape when I met him, drinking a lot and starting fights. He was thrown in the cell next to mine t
Kaden“I don’t fucking care what the council says! I’m going to get my mate and pups back, even if it takes a war to do it!” I sweep my arm across my desk, sending the contents flying. “Son, I’ve been where you are.” My father, Reegan, says giving my mother a meaningful look. “I know how you feel. But we have to go about this the right way. “If Xavier has them and he intends to ransom them in exchange for the pack, he’ll have to keep them alive. If you show up with an army, who's to say he won’t hurt them before you can get to them. We need a plan.”He’s right. I know he's right, but I don’t want to accept it. I want to burn the world down to get to my family. Not sit here in this office and strategize. “I need to get some air.” I storm out of the room, leaving Declan behind to deal with our parents. They’re all there. My parents, Declan’s parents, and Olivia’s parents. Even my Uncle Dillon and Aunt Zoe came. I swear they have some kind of family phone tree. Tell one of them someth
Declan A loud crack reverberates through the open field. Kyle’s eyes turn rabid and his lips turn up in a maniacal grin as he swipes his thumb over the streak of blood where Aunt Sarah’s nail caught his skin when she slapped him. “What is wrong with you?” She screams, still swinging at him while Uncle Finn holds her back. “Why are you doing this? Where is my daughter?” “Why?” Kyle spits back, his tone incredulous. “Do you really need to ask me why? You were mine! MINE! Until he came along.” He shoots daggers at Finn over her shoulder. “I would have worshiped you! But you chose him over me. Nevermind he cheated on you, fucked an entire pack worth of she-wolves, broke your heart.” Finn and Zayne both growl menacingly but Kyle ignores them, chuckling wildly. “Shut the fuck up, now!” Finn snarls. “Is the truth too painful for you, Beta? You don’t like being reminded that you never deserved her, that she’s only with you because fate made her addicted to your scent and she was too weak
OliviaMy head is still spinning from everything Hester told me yesterday. She managed to get rid of Xavier, convince him she hadn’t seen me. But as of yet, she hasn’t come up with a way to get us safely out of here. I feel like a sitting duck with nothing to do but wait for the hunter to decide when my time is up. Wait and obsess. Because as much as I know the past can’t be changed, I can’t stop myself from obsessing over all the what ifs. What if Hester never cast her spell, never messed with our lives? How could my life have been different? How much heartache would I have been spared if she’d never interfered?Over and over again, like laundry tumbling in a dryer, my mind keeps circling back to the same questions. Were my mates always going to be the hateful, malicious men they turned out to be, or would they have loved me from the start? Would I have been a born Luna or would I still have to fight to overcome my weakness? I think I might go mad wondering.Thinking about Kyle only
Kaden I pace back and forth, horrified and frantic as I wait for Declan and Mason to bring Kyle out from the cells. I couldn’t trust myself to go with them after hearing what Brynlee had to say. The mere fact that he would align himself with a monster like Xavier warrants a death sentence in my opinion. The words she said won’t stop playing in my head and the sight of her, looking so frail and broken, the ghosts of her trauma haunting her, it torments me. No sign of the bubbly, vivacious girl she used to be remains and I doubt she’ll ever be that girl again. Not after what she’s been through. Hearing what Xavier did to her, had others do to her, it terrified me. I knew he was power hungry, knew he planned to use my mate and pups against me. But I hadn’t allowed myself to consider what punishment he’d impose if Olivia refused to cooperate. We can’t take the chance that he’ll do to her what he did to her sister. I can’t even think about what he might do to our pups. He’s already
Kaden Leaving the car behind, Mason and Rhett shift, making quick work of the two guards on the other side. Xavier should have posted more men but the arrogant ass probably thought we’d never find out. Declan and I stay in human form so we can keep a handle on our prisoner. The wolves flank us, all of us on high alert. Kyle may be delusional enough to think Olivia still wants him, but that doesn’t mean I trust him not to try something stupid. “Olivia was with Xavier when I left to meet you.” Kyle reminds us. “But we can’t just march in there, too many guards everywhere. “We should go to Hester’s first. She knows everything going on in the pack. She’ll know exactly where he’s keeping Olivia so we don’t waste time looking. And the boys are with Hester too.” Declan and I both stifle a growl, wanting to rip Kyle’s head from his body for leaving our pups with a witch, but knowing we can’t afford to be heard. Just one more thing he’ll pay for as soon as Olivia is safe. He leads us
Declan “Where the fuck is he?” Rhett tosses aside severed body parts, kicking others out of the way as he searches. “Where’s who?” It’s an automatic response, my mind still grappling with everything I just witnessed. One minute I’m preparing to rip into Xavier’s men, only to realize we brought teeth and claws to a gunfight. Fear laced every breath as reality crashed down around me. We underestimated him. We have an army waiting just outside the borders but we thought we could handle this covert mission alone. We were mistaken. Or were we. I hear gunfire, expect to feel the piercing of a bullet ripping through flesh that never comes. I leap into action, determined to take down as many men as I can before I’m killed, but suddenly they aren’t there. In their place are their mutilated bodies, cut down by . . . what? I’ve heard my mother talk about the things Auntie Kat can do but I’ve never seen it in action. I even knew Ellie inherited some of her power but Kaden just assumed he n
Rhett I barely make it into my truck before Kian rages to the surface, clawing at my control. My wolf wants to turn around, to go back and claim what's ours. The memory of her scent – honey and lavender tinged with fear – makes us both want to howl.“Protect. Claim. Ours.” He demands."Not now," I growl, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. We've had this argument too many times since that day at the hospital.The memory hits me like a physical blow . . . Two months earlierThe antiseptic hospital smell burns my nose as I follow Kaden down the sterile hallway. "Her scent might help us track whoever did this," he's saying. "But be prepared. She's . . . it's bad, Rhett."I've seen bad before. Done bad things to bad people. But nothing prepares me for the sight of Brynlee – sweet, innocent Brynlee who I've known since she was a pup – lying broken in that hospital bed. Tubes everywhere. Monitors beeping. Bruises marking every visible inch of skin.Then I catch her s
Brynlee I'm not supposed to be here. That's all I can think as I stand frozen in the small coffee shop just outside pack territory. I'm supposed to be safe at home, hiding in my room like the broken thing I am. But Dr. Mitchell's voice echoes in my head – "small steps toward normalcy" – and somehow that translated into convincing Olivia to bring me here."Just a quick stop," she'd promised. "Ten minutes tops."But Olivia got pulled into an urgent phone call outside, and now here I am, alone in a coffee shop that isn't the one where Xavier found me, but might as well be. Every chime of the door sends my heart racing. Every male scent makes my skin crawl. Every—The bell chimes again and a scent hits me – wild and masculine and startlingly familiar, but somehow . . . different. Rhett. I recognize him immediately – my family's friend, my friend, kind of, once upon a time. I've known him for years, seen him at countless family gatherings. He's always been kind but distant, treating me wi
Rhett Another dead end. Another false lead. Another day of Xander's trail growing colder while my control grows weaker.I stare at the abandoned cabin that was supposed to be his latest hiding place, fighting the urge to tear the whole structure apart in frustration. The scent is old – at least two weeks – and deliberately misleading. The bastard knows how to cover his tracks, I'll give him that.My phone buzzes. Another text from Kaden with another possible sighting to check out. This one's closer to Glass Lake territory. Too close. My wolf snarls at the thought, torn between the hunt for Xander and the pull toward her.Focus. I can't think about her right now. Can't think about how her scent lingered in the air yesterday, tinged with fear and something else – something that made my wolf pace and whine. Can't think about how close I was to jumping the fence and . . .And what? Revealing myself? Trying to comfort a traumatized woman who doesn't even know she has a mate? Who's fightin
Brynlee Therapy is bullshit.That's what I keep telling myself as I sit in this too-soft chair, surrounded by crystals and dreamcatchers and all the other crap that's supposed to make this place feel "safe and nurturing." What a joke. Like any space can feel safe anymore.But I'm here, aren't I? Sitting across from Dr. Sharon Mitchell, pack therapist extraordinaire, because my family won't stop looking at me with those worried eyes. Won't stop suggesting "it might help to talk to someone." As if talking about it will somehow make it all better. As if words can erase what happened to me."How are you feeling today, Brynlee?" Dr. Mitchell's voice is exactly what you'd expect from a therapist – gentle, measured, trying so hard to be non-threatening that it becomes threatening in its own way."Fine." The word comes out automatically. It's my default response these days, even though we both know it's a lie.I thought I was fine. After I woke up, it was like all my trauma was tucked away i
Rhett The familiar scent of pine and earthy dampness greets me as I cross into Forest Trails territory. Home. Though that word feels hollow now, more obligation than comfort. Like everything else in my life lately, it’s complicated by duty and expectations I never asked for.Tracy will be waiting at the clubhouse, neutral territory for what promises to be anything but a neutral conversation. We agreed to meet here rather than the dungeon where we usually play. This isn't about scene negotiation or pleasure; this is about ending something that should have been simple but never really was.She’s already there when I arrive, perched on the edge of a leather armchair like she’s ready to spring into action. The sight of her makes my chest tight with guilt. Tracy is beautiful, willing, and uncomplicated – everything I should want. Everything I might have settled for if fate hadn't fucked with my plans."Master." The word slips from her lips automatically before she catches herself. "Rhett."
Rhett “Fuck!” I shove the papers off my makeshift desk in a fit of rage. I fight the urge to toss the un-fucking-helpful computer too, knowing how satisfying it would be to watch it shatter against the wall. But it’s a loaner so I restrain myself. “Problems?” Kaden’s gigantic frame fills the doorway, casually leaning in with an amused smirk on his face. “All I’ve got is fucking problems.” I kick the leg of the desk for emphasis, and because I need an outlet for this fury threatening to consume me. “How can someone attempting such a massive coup hide so effectively? His fingerprints are everywhere, evidence of his plans basically begging to be found now that we know what we’re looking for, but Xander himself is a fucking ghost!” “We’ll find him.” He says so confidently I want to punch out a few of his pearly white teeth. “But none of this is on you. You know that, right?” I open my mouth to argue, to assure him it absolutely fucking is on me, but he’s running his damn mouth aga
Brynlee Who am I? It’s the last thing I ask myself before I fall asleep and the first thing that comes to mind the minute I wake up. Who am I now that the person I used to be no longer exists. Sweet, innocent Brynlee is gone. She died the moment Xavier cornered her in that coffee shop all those weeks ago, even if she didn’t know it yet. But when he, and then his son Xander, put their hands on me, brutalized me in unspeakable ways, there was no coming back from that. No, sweet, innocent Brynlee, the girl everyone loved, who never put a toe out of line, she burned to ash in those moments. But what’s awoken in her place is something I can’t begin to wrap my head around. Contemplating a question I can’t stop asking myself but that has no easy answer is hard. Going to sleep and never waking up would be easier. But I don't. I won’t. For them. Everything I do is for them, the people that love me. My family who would never recover from my loss. A sentence I can’t impose upon them, even if
Olivia "That's the last box," I announce, setting down a container marked 'Isla's stuffed animals' in what will become the nursery of our new packhouse. The sprawling structure sits perfectly between Glass Lake and Crimson Moon territories, a physical representation of the bridges we've built between our packs.Through the window, I watch Ryan and Reegan directing the placement of outdoor furniture while Kat and Declan’s mom, Isabella, supervise the unpacking of the kitchen. Having Kaden's and Declan’s parents move in with us feels right – the pups adore their grandparents, and after everything we've faced, keeping family close has become even more important.My own parents chose to stay in their home, a decision I understand completely. Brynlee needs the familiar comfort of those walls right now, needs the safety of the place she's known her whole life while she heals. The haunted look in my sister's eyes is slowly fading, but her recovery will take time. Time, and probably vengeance
OliviaSunlight streams through our bedroom windows as I drift awake between my mates. Every inch of my body tingles with pleasant soreness, marked and claimed exactly as it always should have been. Kaden's chest rises and falls steadily against my back while Declan's arms wrap around me from the front, both of them holding me close even in sleep.Last night was . . . transformative. The "do-over" of that pivotal moment didn't just create new memories, it healed something deep inside me I hadn't even realized was still wounded. Every word they spoke, every touch they bestowed, every mark they left replaced old pain with new joy.Memories of last night flood through me, making me shiver between them. The way Kaden's voice broke when he finally said the words he should have said years ago: "My wolf has been reaching for you since that first moment." How Declan's hands trembled as he traced reverent patterns on my skin, whispering "Our missing piece, always our missing piece."Kaden stirs