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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
Declan “No! Absolutely fucking not! No way!” I’m not proud of growling at my mate but she’s lost her damn mind. “Why not? Are you saying you can’t protect me?” Liv taunts me and I know she’s doing it on purpose, goading me into a reaction, so I don’t give her one. “That’s hitting below the belt, little flower.” Kaden admonishes her, but she just crosses her arm and chews on her plush bottom lip, which only makes me growl again. “It’s a good idea and you know it.” She pouts. “I trust you and our families to keep me safe. I’m not without my own abilities either. When are the two of you going to realize I’m not that weak, defenseless girl who used to trip over herself?” “Trust me,” I chuckle wryly, “we’re both well aware of your many assets.” I rake my eyes up and down her body heatedly.“Like what you see, Beta?” She saunters toward me, swaying her hips a little more than necessary. Fuck! She’s going to be the death of me! I pull her into my arms with a sexy rumble in my chest,
Olivia “There. All done.” Ellie announces, finished setting the pearl encrusted combs in my hair. I look back at my reflection and sigh. The woman staring back at me is gorgeous, so much so I hardly recognize her. I just wish it was the joyous occasion a Luna Ceremony should be. “It’s going to be okay.” Ellie bends down to wrap her arms around my shoulders and hugs me. “I’m trying so hard to hold it together, El.” I admit. “I know I did this to myself but the truth is, I’m terrified. What if something goes wrong?”“It won’t!” She states confidently. “Just stick to the plan and everything will be fine. I promise.”“Does ‘everything’ include my mates ever speaking to me again?” I dig my nails into my palms to keep the tears from spilling over. “Girl, they’re going to take one look at you in this dress and forget they were ever mad.” Ellie laughs and I try to laugh with her, though it comes out as more of a sniffle. Thirty minutes later, I’m standing at the back of the huge tents we
Olivia “Sissy! Oh fuck! Sissy, please!” I swear that’s Brynlee's voice I hear, her small hand shaking me lightly. “Please tell me I wasn’t too late! No, I wasn’t! I know I wasn’t! Wake up, damn it!” Adrenaline courses through my veins, my heart pounding so hard I feel like it will beat right out of my chest. My left arm stings like hell and my head feels full of cotton wool. Is this what death feels like? Brynlee pleads with me to open my eyes but I can’t. I’m not ready. I can't look at her right now, not when I have to tell her I failed her. This must be Hell because the idea of seeing her panic and fear is my worst nightmare. I work on slowing my heart rate and clearing my head, trying to remember what happened, how it all went wrong. Xavier followed me into the woods. He had a gun. He-, he shot me! But there’s something else, something my mind didn’t grasp in the moment. Everything happened so fast. The scene replays in my mind, almost in slow motion, and then it hits me. My e
Kaden I hate walking away from her. I hate even more feeling her falling to pieces through the bond. My entire being is aching to go back to her, to hold her, comfort her, assure she’s still mine. But I can’t. Not when I can’t stop remembering how it felt to see my sister’s mate with that horrified expression, staring at his hands like he couldn’t believe he’d let her slip through them. He couldn’t even get the words out, couldn’t tell me that he lost track of her, but I knew. I wanted to rail at him, to accuse and blame and make him hurt the way I was hurting for not protecting her. But I couldn’t do that either. It wouldn’t be fair to him. Because as much as I wanted someone to blame for the near paralyzing fear assaulting me, there was only me. Deep down I knew she would try something like this. I should have kept her glued to my side where I knew she’d be safe but I didn’t. And she took advantage of my negligence. Could I be a bigger fucking fool? It’s not like she hadn’t t
Brynlee "Let's talk about trust."Dr. Mitchell's voice is gentle, but the words still make my shoulders tense. We've been dancing around this topic for weeks, but after what happened with Rhett at the coffee shop, I can't avoid it anymore."What about it?" I try to sound casual, but my heart rate betrays me."Your sister mentioned there was an incident yesterday. A strong reaction to someone you've known for years."Of course Olivia told her. Everyone's so worried about poor, broken Brynlee that they probably have a group chat dedicated to discussing my mental state."It wasn't an incident," I say. "My wolf just . . . reacted strangely.""And how did that make you feel?"I want to snap at her, to say I'm tired of being asked how I feel about every little thing. Instead, I find myself answering honestly. "Scared. Confused. My wolf recognized something in him, something that felt . . . safe. But I can't trust that feeling.""Because of Xavier?"The name makes my skin crawl. "Because I w
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 sc
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 wit
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 fighting
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 in
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