All Chapters of Ruling The Pack (Mated To The Night Book 3) : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It came to me that this was a pivotal moment. I was always planning on being involved with the search for Troy’s lair—after all, I was the only one who had an idea what the lair looked like—but it meant that I would be going out into the thick of it. I was heavily pregnant, and I’d be leaving the safety of our territory to find a dangerous, crazed man. The Night I had gotten to know months ago would never have let me do something this risky. But how would he react now?There was a pause, and I watched Night’s face closely as the gears turned in his mind. And then, he said, “Bryn, I need you with me.”A flood of emotion, of relief, of love came to me then, rocking me so hard, I actually swayed on my feet.“Of course. I’ll get ready now.”“Wait, Bryn.” Lance stepped up. “It’s too dangerous. If you just tell us what to look for, I’m sure we can find it—”“Lance, no,” Night interrupted before I could open my mouth. “It’s okay. Bryn is the only one who can lead us to Troy’s hideout. She’s

“That sort of arrogance was the reason we left our packs and started this one,” she said. “We weren’t exactly being killed for no reason, but we know what it’s like to be ruled under an alpha’s iron fist. It fucking sucks that we’re back to square one.”“It’s not your fault,” Lance told her. “It’s no one’s fault besides Troy’s. We’re searching for him now, and we’re not leaving the area until we’re sure that he’s dead.”Dom and I nodded along with his words. We were on a mission, and that mission wouldn’t be complete until Troy was dead and buried.“If you need help, we know these lands pretty well. We can—”“Cat,” Leo interrupted, “I’m sure they’ve got things under control.”She paused, then said haltingly, “Oh. Sure. Of course. Sorry about that.”I kept my face neutral about the help that was offered and then taken back. Leo probably already felt stretched thin enough as it was. He probably hadn’t been alpha for more than a couple of years. This sort of attack wasn’t something you w

I paced the living room until the ache in my side forced me to sit in front of the unlit fireplace. I shifted back into my human form and wrapped my arms around myself as I stared at the old, blackened remnants of the fire. Soon, it would get so cold that I’d need to light it, but I felt so numb with worry, it felt wrong to enjoy any comfort.After all, how could I relax when this cabin was so far off track? I could find my way back to where we were, but there were ferals waiting for us. We would lose too many wolves if we attacked directly like that again. And that meant the path I’d seen was as close to useless as it could get. It felt like I was back to square one.I leaned my head against the brick fireplace and inhaled the scent of soot and wood. I listened for any sound outside, but something told me I was safe. It was snowing hard enough that my tracks would be hard to follow. But I took little comfort in that because it meant Night would have a hard time finding me—if he was

“That was wonderful, Kai,” I told him. “Your mother told you that story?”He nodded.Frankie patted Kai on the back of his shoulder. “I never would’ve guessed you had it in you, Kai.”He chuckled even as he rubbed the spot she’d hit him. “Yeah, well, my heart just about dropped when I was done, and you all were so quiet.”“It just took a minute to sink in,” I said, reaching over to pat his leg. “That was beautifully told, Kai. Thank you.”He blushed as he rubbed the back of his head. “I’m glad to hear everyone enjoyed it.”Kai’s story had helped many of us relax, and I saw that most of our people looked less devastated. Even those who had been sobbing only minutes ago had hopeful smiles as they looked at each other. The story had been the perfect thing to boost morale.Yet, I felt like an additional weight had settled on my shoulders. The story reminded me of the dream my mother had given me. She’d warned me about the battle that was soon to come, but I still wasn’t sure what my role

She rode me slowly, enticingly, and the recliner squeaked at her pace. I smoothed my hands up her warm, creamy thighs and held her by the waist. My breaths left me in light pants as I watched her. It had been a little while since we’d had sex facing each other. It was my favorite way to be with her. It allowed me to see the pleasure contorting her face, her bouncing breasts, and her blush slowly spreading from her cheeks to her shoulders. She was so beautiful…so completely mine.I closed my hand over one of her breasts. It molded to my palm, as if it was made to fit my hand. Bryn squeaked when my thumb circled her stiff nipple. That sweet little sound went straight to my cock. I wanted to ravage her, to make her scream and squeak again, but my men deserved their rest. And my mate, of course, ought to set the pace.“Too much?” I asked in a breathy whisper.She shook her head, her hair falling over her shoulders. “Do it again.”A slow smile spread across my face. I released her breast s