All Chapters of Trinity of Power: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

This morning, Chloe, Sev, and Case left to go meet up with some of the wolves to track down the Riding Hoods. All would have been good with that plan, except for two things: 1) it wasn’t their turn on the rotation to go out into the field and 2) I could tell that something was wrong.Slade and Chloe have never been able to keep anything from me. Ever. So, when they had trouble making eye contact with me and Slade started fiddling with his belt loop, I knew something was up. Unfortunately, I couldn’t mindlink them anymore, as Slade was a part of the Rising Crescent pack and I’m a part of the Mene pack after fully mating with Donavon. Chloe, Case, and Sev aren’t part of a pack yet. But that, weirdly, doesn’t seem to bother anyone around here. They are their own pack and that seems to be enough for now.After saying goodbye to my friends as they drive off toward Louisiana, I grab Slade’s arm. “We need to talk.”He looks into my eyes, and I know he knows exactly what I want to talk about.

I hate this.I always wanted to be a tracker—a huntress—someone who would take down the bad guys for the good of witches, humans, and other species. I thought it would be a glamorous life, like the stories I’d heard about Arthur, Liv, and other brave witches out there.No one told me I’d be slogging through the swamps of Louisiana in the dead of fucking winter for two weeks straight.After the first week, Arthur, Winnie, and I went back to prepare potions—for stealth, healing, camouflage, and defense. Then we came back to this hellacious game of hide-and-seek with the Riding Hoods.Now, after two weeks with little comfort—no hot food, no bed, no real bath—we look haggard, exhausted. And we smell even worse. I can only imagine how bad we reek to the wolves with us.So, yeah. Like I said, I hate this.The constant ambushes and near-misses with the Riding Hoods don’t help matters. Morale is low. Frustration lingers in every breath we take, a sense of hopelessness creeping into our nights.

“You seriously thought we could be traitors? Are you fucking kidding me?” I nearly screech at Naomi. “Those withered Roman candles nearly killed Brandon! Why in the great holy fuck would we help them?”“I knew you had no motive, but with everything going on, we have to rule everyone out.” Naomi’s voice is pleading with me to understand.“Come on, Charlie. She’s right. The only people they could really rule out were those who weren’t part of the planning sessions or the actual hunt. They had to do it this way,” Brandon says, ever the voice of reason. “And we were some of the first wolves they ruled out, knowing we had no reason to help the prunes.”He’s right. I hate that he’s right, though. The lack of progress in finding the Riding Hoods, the fact that the threat is still out there—I’m spoiling for a good fight. Maybe my mates will go a couple of rounds with me on the training grounds later. Loser gets chained up tonight.On second thought, maybe the winner gets chained.“So what’s th

The second Gregory called, I knew something was wrong. My heart nearly plummeted to my stomach before he told me that both he and Jamal were okay. Even then, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.I don’t know how I’ve come to care so deeply about two people—two wolves I’ve never even met in real life. I have no idea what they look like when they smile, how their love for each other shines in their eyes, or how emotions flicker across their faces. Hell, I don’t even know what they look like at all. But I do know one thing.They are mine. Destined by their Goddess. Destined by mine.And I need to get to them.Preparing for DepartureBethel’s coven willingly took in our team. Knowing our wolves and witches had been operating in the area for the past month, they had bolstered their knowledge of dark magic spells and curses, along with werewolf anatomy and healing techniques. They had prepared for this. They were the best place for our people to be.Still, that wasn’t enough. I needed to see my m

Jamal settles between my legs, his tongue flicking over my clit, strumming it like a fucking guitar and he’s Dave Baksh from Sum 41. His fingers find my entrance, one pushing inside me, and I nearly scream.“Fuck! She’s so fucking tight.” Jamal’s voice is muffled against my body, but the raw hunger in it makes my hips arch up.Gregory groans against my breast, his fingers teasing up my leg, his mouth dragging a long, wet line up my throat. When he reaches my ear, his voice is deep and thick with want.“I can’t wait to have these gorgeous legs wrapped around my waist. Or my head.” His fingers pinch my nipple, twisting just enough to send a sharp spark of pleasure through me.I whimper, trying to pull him in for a kiss, but he resists. “No, baby. I want to watch Jamal make you cum. I want to hear those sweet, desperate moans. I want to watch you come undone.”The last word is punctuated with a sharp bite to my ear.My legs instinctively wrap around Jamal’s head, my fingers sinking into h