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BLAKE We were encroaching on late August, and Jasmine was very pregnant now. She was starting to look as if she could pop any moment. "Goddess, I'm so tired," she said when she came home from training for the day. "Jasmine, I think you should cut back on your training hours and focus more on paperwork instead," I said gently. She yawned, plopping down on the couch, and rubbing her big belly. "I really don't want to, but I don't know if I can keep going at this rate." "There's no reason to push yourself. You can always get back to it after the pups are here." I took a seat next to her. "I'm ready for them to be here already. I don't know if I can take another month of this. I've been feeling so much pressure on my pelvis lately." "Maybe you can ask my mom about it tonight when we go see her. Unless you're too tired?" "No, I'll be fine. Just let me shower." "Okay." I leaned in and gave her a kiss. "By the way, I'm definitely going to take you up on that booty calling offer ton
GINGER It was nearing the end of August, and I was stressed beyond stressed, trying to decide what to bring with me to Alaska. On a rare day when no one would be home, I invited Tyce to come by and help me pack. I went downstairs to greet him when the doorbell chimed. As soon as I opened it, my heart skipped a beat. How did he do that? Every time I saw him, it was like the first time. He instantly greeted me with a big kiss, and I didn't want to let go, wishing I could just stay wrapped in his arms forever. I finally pulled away. "Okay, so before I take you upstairs, should I move Splinter into another room?" He rolled his shoulders back and puffed out his chest. "No, I can do it. I'm ready." "Are you sure?" "Well, okay, maybe I'll take my clothes off just in case. There's no one home, right?" I laughed. "No." "Okay, because that would be pretty awkward if your dad popped out while I was buck naked. I mean, on the field it's okay. But very awkward when visiting his daughter at
GINGER I felt really emotional that evening as I put in more effort into the potluck than I had for the past few years. I went all out and deep-fried extra spicy buffalo wings and cut up carrots and celery to go along with them, adding a milder option as well. Paige, the overachiever, made beef empanadas. Our mom gave us a ride to Heidi's house, where we were greeted by both Heidi and Kelli. They both gave us big hugs and we made our way upstairs to the kitchen where we lay out our spread. "I can't eat as spicy as you guys, so I made a mild potato salad," Kelli said. "That's okay. I made a few milder empanadas. You can have those ones," Paige offered. "I made some mild honey barbecue wings," I added. "Just stay away from the buffalo ones." "I went mild this time too," Heidi said. "My acid reflux has been acting up a bit, so I made Mexican street corn. But there's hot sauce if anyone wants to make it spicier." "Acid reflux?" I asked. "It's one of the symptoms," Heidi said coyly
GINGER My alarm woke me at two-thirty that morning, and I groaned, forcing myself to roll out of bed. I had put together three suitcases of stuff to bring—three suitcases to transport my entire life across the country. I quickly dressed in the outfit I'd laid out for myself the night before. I had decided on a simple jersey dress since it'd be comfortable for several hours of travel but would still look cute for when I arrived to meet his family. I moved Splinter into his special travel carrier and added some fresh fruit to hopefully help him stay fed and hydrated throughout the journey. Then I looked around my bedroom and sighed to myself. At around three, Tyce texted me to let me know he'd be there in a half hour. I dragged everything downstairs. My parents came down just as I was placing Splinter's travel cage by the door. My mom pulled me in for a hug and began sobbing for the millionth time since she found out I was leaving. "Make sure you eat all your veggies and always wear
TYSON So, things may have started out a bit awkward. It's not exactly the best timing for your mate to go into heat while you're stuck in a moving vehicle in the middle of the sky that you can't exactly get off. Well, we did get off, more than once—just in a different meaning of the word. And, holy shit, sex in heat is like sex on steroids. I mean, everything just feels that much better and that much more intense. That was the first time I ever raw dogged (what, I can't exactly risk bastard children)—and holy fuck, that only made it that much better—the way I could really feel her body, the way the bare head of my cock brushed against her inner walls, all the sensations. Damn. I'm officially done with condoms. And considering I've met my mate, I see no more purpose for them. After we got off that plane, we high-tailed it to the closest hotel where I proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of Gigi in every position known to man on every surface of that room. Suffice to say, it wo
TYSON My dad and grandpa came home a few hours later with Trav and his mate trailing behind. I brought Gigi downstairs to introduce her to everyone. "Looks like we get to meet two mates in one day," my grandpa spoke. "One rogue." He scrunched his nose in disgust. "And one, well, I shouldn't be surprised by Tyson's mate." "What's that supposed to mean?" I glared at him. Trav gave me a look that I tried to interpret but failed. "Dad, it's been a long day." My father shook his head. He then stepped toward Gigi. "Hi, Alpha Lance, and you must be Gigi?" "Yes, nice to meet you, Alpha." She shook his hand. "Pleasure is all mine," he replied politely. At least my dad wasn't going full dick right off the bat. "This is my father, Alpha Bruce." "Nice to meet you as well, Alpha," Gigi responded and shook his hand as well. "Hi, I'm Trav." My brother pushed forward. "So nice to finally meet the woman that's tamed this guy over here." He elbowed me and then shook her hand. "And this is my mat
GINGERGoddess, what had I gotten myself into? Tyce had told me that his family was intense, but I still didn't exactly know what to expect. And never in my wildest dreams would I have expected what I'd witnessed.After lunch, Trav and Sara left almost immediately to head back to where Sara was staying. I went upstairs to take a nap. I hadn't gotten much sleep in the past couple days, and I was pretty exhausted. Tyce walked me to my room. "Hey, sorry about that." He brushed his hand through my hair. "I told you, my family is all assholes.""Is that how you all communicate with each other? Through insults?" I asked, baffled."Yeah, pretty much, actually.""Wow, that's horrible, Tyce!""I mean, what am I gonna do? It's my family. I can't exactly just kick them out of the packhouse.""Alpha Blake and Beta Luke's families don't live with them back in my pack.""Yeah, but the tradition is different here. It's always been like this. That's why our packhouse is so huge. We have the alpha, be
TYSON After about a week, things seem to be getting more settled. I taught Gigi how to inject wolfsbane into me, and she began taking the task on. She was much gentler than Blake, which was kind of nice. I knew my time was limited, so I was trying to get as resistant as possible for now, before we finally marked each other. After breakfast, I'd gotten into the habit of training Gigi for at least two hours every day and was planning to set her up with a full-time personal trainer once I figured out whom I trusted to take on that job. We'd gotten back to the packhouse for lunch when Gigi split from me to go take a shower since she was done for the day. I wasn't going to bother because I'd be right back outside after I was done eating. "I get the idea she hasn't trained much," my dad remarked as soon as she'd disappeared at the top of the stairs. "What gives you that idea?" I asked. He let out a chuckle. "C'mon, Tyce, just look at her. Her ass could have its own zip code." "What th
THERESA The excitement in the air was palpable. The whole pack had gathered on the airplane runway. This was the one part of the pack that was consistently plowed so that we’d continue to receive food and supplies throughout the harsh winters after we gave up on plowing everything else, especially the roads that lead to the main highway. It was how I was able to get back and forth from school during the holidays. Full moon runs were a long-time tradition of our pack’s and one of my favorite celebrations during the long, cold, sunless winters. Even when seasonal depression tried to sink its way into my bones and pull my spirit away, these runs tended to give me the adrenaline I needed to keep going. There was something magical about an entire community coming together to expel all their energy in the wilderness, and then subsequently feast together on the kill we’d contributed to the celebration. My heart was full of gratitude in knowing that no matter how tough things got, this pac
TYSON‘Twas several nights after the winter solstice (and one night after Christmas) when all through the packhouse, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. And thank the Goddess for that, because we weren’t really big fans of mice around here. At least I wasn’t. Although, I had come to warm up to rats… well, some very specific pet rats. Other than that, still wasn’t a big fan.But you know what I was a fan of? T&A, especially when that T&A was attached to my perfect, voluptuous, thick AF fiancée and mate. My mate that was very conspicuously missing from my bed. I had gotten used to having her warm body next to mine every night, and every inch of my skin was practically tingling with the loss of her. Because her family was very religious, it had been decided that we would stay in separate housing situations during the duration of our trip to her old pack. She at her parents’ home, and I at the packhouse of my ally, the Midnight Maple Pack.I knew she planned to go back to school
GINGER“Okay, I really thought the people out tonight wouldn’t be so… old,” Lucy said.I sighed but figured I should just make the best of it. Maybe once I got back to Alaska I could meet some friends that knew how to party for real. Not that there were many places to go out in the middle of nowhere where I lived. And it was so strictly conservative too. More so than the pack I’d grown up in, which was saying something.“Here, take these!” Lucy handed Paige and me fake IDs that, as usual, looked nothing like us. She then draped about a pound of penis necklaces on everyone.We all marched in, and everyone’s eyes instantly went to us. Lucy made a beeline for the bar and started ordering us drinks before anyone could protest. I followed her, excited to get my drink on. The bar was playing my favorite Mariah Carey Christmas song, and I was ready to start dancing.After we all had our drinks in hand, an older man with a grey beard asked, “What is this all about? A birthday?”I blinked a few
GINGERMy twin sister Paige finished twisting the last bit of my hair around her curling wand and sprayed it down with hairspray. "I miss this." She let out a deep sigh, sitting back on her heels, her body collapsing a bit. We had gathered on the floor of her bedroom while getting ready for the evening—the bedroom that wouldn’t be hers much longer. She would be the last to flee the coop, leaving our parents to an empty nest—something our mother couldn’t stop being melodramatic about. Her wedding was in a matter of days, which was the reason I had flown back to Vermont with my mate Tyce."It's not that much different from when I was in school," I replied, my stomach squeezing a bit, but needing to put a positive spin on our situation."Yeah, but you were at least home for the entire summer then. Now I'll probably only see you a week a year or something like that."Nonchalantly, I blurted, "Maybe the family can move to Alaska." At first, I meant it as an offhand remark that I knew wasn’t
NIKOLAI"Za zdarovye," Sasha and I toasted each other, and I took a gulp of the vodka. After piling our kill in a shed the pack had for exactly that, he invited me over to the beta wing of the packhouse to throw back a few."Not bad, eh?" he asked."Not bad," I replied.He gave my shoulder a shake. "Hey, Volkov, loosen up. Life's getting better. We're free now."I grunted.Sasha was my good friend going back to when we were pups. People had always remarked we could pass for brothers. They clearly lacked keen eyes. Sure, we both sported thick blond hair and tall frames—although I had at least a good ten centimeters on him—our facial shapes were much different. His was more rotund, and his cheeks constantly reddened with emotion.My features were far sharper, and hardened, and had become even more so in the past year. At times, I looked in the mirror, and I saw my late father staring back at me. His ghost haunted me from the beyond, shaping my features to mimic the forehead furrows, life
NIKOLAIForty. That's how many pack members were left in Severnaya Zvezda Pack, including me. A nice, even forty. Our pack had never been particularly large. As opposed to some packs in Russia and other post-Soviet states, where numbers could climb to ten thousand, ours had always maintained a balance of around a thousand. Now only scraps remained of what we had been.After months of coordinating with my late beta’s aunt, Julia Tikaani (née Yulia Vovchenko), we had finally arrived at her pack. When we first fled our war-torn home, we traveled in our wolf forms, carrying only what we could carry as we crossed into Moldova. From there, it took nearly three days by air to reach Alaska.We had left just about everything behind, and a sliver of hope remained.As generous as Luna Yulia’s invitation was, we couldn’t depend on her hospitality forever. Our pack needed stability—a place to truly call home. With my newly elected beta, Sasha, at my side—a man as ruthless in battle as I was—I set o
Author's Note: Several characters in this book are native Russian speakers. To avoid repetitive clarifications throughout the text, assume the following:If a conversation takes place between characters who are native Russian speakers, they are speaking in Russian unless otherwise stated.If a conversation includes one or more native English speakers, it is in English unless otherwise indicated.This approach allows for a more seamless reading experience while maintaining linguistic authenticity.***THERESAHalf-full. Between the two options, that’s the perspective I preferred. It’s not that bad things never happened—I was only mortal after all. But attitude was everything. And a good attitude was particularly important at that very moment as the crushing weight of a sandbag dug into my shoulders, snow crunched under my winter hiking boots, and wind cut at the exposed sliver of skin between my gaiter and hat. I climbed, each step more precarious than the last on the icy slope."Faster
TRIGGER WARNING: This final scene contains torture and is not recommended to the squeamish. It is not necessary to the plot of the book and was only added to give readers some satisfaction with tying up some loose ends. --- TYSON I picked up my ringing phone. "Sara caught the culprits," Trav said, not even bothering to say hello. "Damn," I replied. "She's already tortured them, but offered to let you finish them off. You know, for pack alliance reasons." "I have a feeling that allowing someone else to do the final deed is a gift of generosity in her eyes." I chuckled to myself. Trav's mate was something else. But I'd be damned if I didn't want to watch the motherfuckers that killed my grandfather take their final breaths. Before I hung up, I asked, "Can I bring Dad?" "Obviously that's still a bit of a touchy subject but…" his voice trailed. "But you know that Dad, more than anyone, would want to be the one that does it." I finished his sentence for him. Trav let out a breath.
*Three weeks later* GINGER "Goddess, it's been such a long week!" I flopped onto the bed after showering and throwing on some sweats on a Saturday night in late October. "Your alpha schedule is no joke," I griped to Tyce. "I'm ready to go to bed now." "Do you think you could stay awake for a little bit longer?" He came over and sat on the bed. "Because I have a surprise that just came today." "A surprise? Have I been so busy that I didn't even realize it's my birthday already?" I joked. "It's a 'just because' kind of surprise." "Goddess, stop, Tyce. I can't do all this sweetness. I need a dentist! I think I'm getting cavities." "Okay, the surprise isn't really for you. It's for Splinter anyway. Are you ready for me to bring it in?" "Well, if it's not for me, you should ask Splinter," I teased. "Splinter already said he's ready." "Okay, rat whisperer." Tyce gave me a cute little smile that made my stomach flip-flop. Fuck, why did he affect me so much? Even though we'd now bee