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Olivia“No! Don’t say you’re sorry! You go back in there and fix him!” I know I sound hysterical, shouting at the poor man, but I refuse to accept there is nothing he can do.“I was able to extract the bullet,” he explains to Declan, evading my gaze altogether, “but he lost so much blood. We tried a transfusion but so far, there is no indication his wolf survived.”“I want to see him! Now!” With strength I didn’t know I possessed, I shove out of Declan’s hold and stomp right up to the doctor, not allowing him to ignore me.His soul is still present in the bond. He isn’t gone yet! I don’t know what I can do but I can feel that he needs me. This doctor might have lost hope, but I haven’t.Somewhere behind me, I hear Ana snicker. “I hope he is dead. You don't deserve him. My father would have killed him anyway for disrespecting me. He got off easy!”That’s it! I’m done with this bitch! I whirl around and slap her across the face, feeling a keen sense of pride at my handprint on her cheek
Kaden At first I’m surrounded by midnight, a pitch black so thick it’s almost palpable. This must be what floating in one of those sensory deprivation tanks is like, weightless, no sight, no sound. It’s peaceful. But I can’t shake this nagging feeling that I’m not supposed to be here. That I have somewhere infinitely more important to be. Why did I come here? How did I get here in the first place? The answers to those questions evade me. But I don’t linger on them for long. Because a tiny pinpoint of light flickers in the distance and my instincts are roaring at me to reach for it. So I do. Or maybe I don’t. Maybe I’m not moving at all and it’s just getting closer. Either way, it grows until nothing of the darkness is left. Just a bright light, blinding in its intensity.The light slowly softens, like sunbeams through the trees on a summer day, and my surroundings come into sharp focus. The scene is idyllic, trees and gardens and hills with waterfalls cascading into crystal clear
Olivia Declan bursts through the door at the sound of my scream. He pulls me into his arms and holds my head against his chest, hushing me softly. But I won’t let him drag me away from Kaden completely. If I let him go, if I leave his side, then he’s really gone and he can’t be gone. So I hold tight to his hand while I drench Declan’s shirt with my tears. My Beta mate has to feel it, the absence of his Alpha, his bond-mate, but he stays strong for me. My chest burns, a throbbing, pulsing fire filling the hole where Kaden should be, the flames licking at my heart, slowly burning it to ash. How can I feel so empty and so full of agony at the same time?I break free from Declan and throw myself on top of Kaden, clinging to him like a lifeline even when I know there’s no one at the other end to pull me to safety. For the shortest time, he was my safe harbor and now, he never will be again. I don’t know how to breathe without him anymore. Gut-deep wracking sobs escape me as I bury my f
Kaden “In the wind?” I ask incredulously. “What do you mean ‘in the wind?’ I want every inch of that pack turned upside down. Dig up the foundations if you have to. I had squadrons at every exit. He couldn’t have gotten out.” The man nods and salutes me before leaving to follow my orders. But unease curdles in my stomach. As much as I want to believe he’s still there somewhere, in hiding, biding his time, I know the man would have had a contingency plan. “We need to get home where we can keep Olivia and the boys safe until we get our hands on Xavier.” I feel almost frenzied with panic, my heart racing and beads of sweat forming on my brow. I can’t let anything happen to my family again. I’ve already failed them so many times. We’re finally all together again, I can’t let Xavier take that from me! “Shh. Calm down, my Alpha. I’m right here. I’m safe. No one’s going to hurt me. You won’t let them.” Olivia says exactly what I need to hear, soothing my frayed nerves. Alpha. I’m an
Declan “Have you lost your fucking mind?” I challenge Kaden as I jog to keep up with him. The man is on a mission and won’t listen to sense. “The woman has been fucking with our lives since before we could talk, erased Liv’s memories, is in love with our mate’s psycho ex-boyfriend, and is on Xavier’s payroll. You don’t see a problem with that?” “Was. She was in love with Kyle. Olivia said she’s done with him. That’s why she helped her and the pups.” He reasons.“Right. We’re taking the word of a witch now. Because they never lie.” I roll my eyes, a thick layer of sarcasm in my tone. “Besides,” he continues, completely ignoring me, “Kyle is in our custody, so we can use him as a bargaining chip if she still has feelings for him.”“Bargaining chip, how? Because we aren’t letting that asshole go, so don’t even suggest it!” “Of course not. But I could be persuaded not to kill him . . . yet.” Kaden sneers.All I can do is shake my head. “You’re not even fully healed, we just got our ma
Olivia I’m surprised I was able to sleep at all. Knowing Xavier is still out there somewhere is unsettling, to put it mildly. And I didn’t think I’d ever be able to close my eyes again without having nightmares of my boys being taken from me or reliving Kaden’s close call with death. Apparently I was wrong. I was terrified after talking to Hester, bordering on hysterical, so my mates had pulled me between them, laying down and snuggling in close on either side. Between their warmth and calming scents, coupled with the physical and emotional exhaustion of the past few days, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. The only problem is, my body knows they left me in bed alone. My eyes pop open and refuse to close again. So instead of tossing and turning all night, I decide to get up and do something productive. I know where they are, they’d told me they were going to talk to Hester. And I know they wouldn’t leave me and the pups unprotected, so I’m not even surprised to see Ryder, thei
Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault, Abuse, Suicidal IdeationOlivia “Pregnant? Are you sure?” This can’t be happening! Not to my baby sister. How much more can that man possibly take from her?“The doctor told me today. He said, given the sensitivity of my condition, he withheld the information in hopes I’d wake up and he could tell me personally.” She explains, still wearing that haunted, hollow expression. “Too bad I couldn’t have just died and saved both of us the misery. No child deserves this fate, but I can’t bring myself to terminate the pregnancy.” “Please don’t say that, Bryn.” I plead with her, still holding her close and breathing in her juniper and raspberry scent that smells like home to me. “You are every bit as special and worthy of love and life as you were before. Something horrific happened to you but it doesn’t define your worth.”She chuckles, a dark, humorless sound. “Do you know I used to believe that? That I was special?” She seems lost in thought for a moment th
Kaden So far, the arrangement I made with Hester has worked to our advantage. My mother says she never leaves her room outside of meals, just spends her time reading and watching TV. And though the process has been grueling, she’s been able to help us seal most of the breaches Xavier had her create in our border wall.Unfortunately, the process drains her considerably so we’re not able to do more than one per day, but I have men stationed at the others she showed us. Xavier isn’t coming or going without us knowing about it, at least. But today I have another job for the witch. One I'm anxious to have done and over with so I can put my mate’s mind at ease.“Are you still going to see Ana today?” Olivia’s soft voice calls from my office doorway. “Hey. little flower.” I smile brightly, her presence always a balm, no matter how stressed I am. “Come here.”She pads across the room and I pull her into my lap, resting my chin on top of her impossibly soft copper curls. Her body melts again
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