Changing Dynamics

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• Hunted By My Mate; Craved By The Alpha Supreme    Jokes On You

  The smell of this courthouse is like dust and old paper.I’m sitting on the bench outside, shoes scraping the concrete, my whole body feels...tired. Not exactly tired. Heavy.Alaric sits next to me, so close his arms brush mine. He hasn't said anything since the encounter with Mikos and neither have I.Honestly, I’m scared if I try to say anything or even open my mouth, I might start crying and never stop.The court session ended a few minutes ago. I can hear the ruckus going on outside the courthouse even here.Lana and Uncle Carroway will be facing real consequences and the council is committed to tracking down every last member of the syndicate. They'll all face justice, human scientists and werewolves alike.I should feel relief. I should be glad that it's all over. Somewhere deep down, I am.But right now, it mostly feels like my bones are struggling to remember how to hold me up. All the revelations in the past three months and today have really shaken me up.Leaving me wonderi

• Hunted By My Mate; Craved By The Alpha Supreme    Release The Bond

  Three months laterKyraThe court room feels much too tidy for the kind of dirty things that are about to be dragged into the light.The floors are made from marble, the entire ceiling from glass. Council banners hang from the walls like they mean something.This is not a real court, not like the ones humans have, but it’s close enough. A group of gray haired shifters in expensive suits sit in a half-circle, pretending they didn’t let monsters thrive right under their noses.There are cameras everywhere. Half the city is probably glued to their screens. Only a small percentage of that half understand what this trial is truly about.The headlines say: Businessman Lance Carroway and beloved Socialite Lana Carroway exposed to have ties with traffickers.Humans have their own understanding of traffickers. But for our kind, it's so much worse.I sit in the second row, hands placed under my thighs to keep them from trembling.Lana stands across the hall looking bored. If I didn't know bette

• Hunted By My Mate; Craved By The Alpha Supreme    Found

  ~AlaricI stumble into the wreckage of the facility, my boots echoing on the cracked concrete. The emergency lights bathe the halls in a blood‑tinged glow. Every step brings a fresh wave of nausea and dread.I might be too late. I pray I'm not.The doors have been forced wide open. Inside, overturned cages lie empty, locks torn free, shattered glass dripping onto the floor. Signs that not only was there a break in, the facility was shutdown in a hurry.Vials of black serum lie scattered, their contents dark and sickly. I follow the trail of footprints, small and large, leading toward the center chamber where the air reeks of antiseptic and panic.Every instinct in me screams that Kyra had been here. She had suffered here. But she's not here anymore.Where is she?I round a corner and freeze. Bodies. Four of them. Two scientists, their lab coats stained red, collapsed against a control panel that had exploded in sparks. Two guards lie still, faces slack with shock. No signs of struggl

• Hunted By My Mate; Craved By The Alpha Supreme    Heat Trap

  I woke up with a gasp. My body is burning from the inside out. It's not the burning fever of illness, it is something else. Something I've never experienced before.A scorching heat that rips through my veins and leaves every nerve ending raw. I bolt upright in the abandoned cabin’s narrow bed, sweat pouring down my temples. My hands fly to my belly, my stomach clenches around the baby as if it is also caught in the blaze.My throat is so dry I can taste sand, but every breath feels like I'm inhaling liquid metal. The sheets are plastered to my legs, my shirt is soaked through. I try to swing my legs over the edge, but my knees buckle under me. Heat roars in my head, pounding behind my eyes like a war drum.This isn’t how a pregnancy should feel.I close my eyes, searching for any flicker of control, my fire element, my one weapon. But it's gone, taken away by Lana’s serum. All I have left is this agony.But this doesn't even feel like the effect of the serum. Then it hits me: I'm in

• Hunted By My Mate; Craved By The Alpha Supreme    Unexpected Savior

  I drift in and out of consciousness, each flicker of awareness dragging me back into the merciless brightness of the lab. My wrists ache where the bands bite into my skin, and every muscle burns as if I’d run a hundred miles. But worst of all is the dull ache in my belly, the echo of the first phase of whatever madness this is.It's been what? Hours of poking and proding me with over a dozen needles. All kinds of serum have been pumped into my veins, triggering varying ranges of pain.And all along, I grit my teeth through it and swallow down my screams. Because that is all I can do.Through bleary eyes I see the two scientists arguing behind a bench piled with cracked vials and broken slides. Their voices rising in clipped whispers.“It should have worked,” one snaps, voice harsh. “Her elemental signature was off the charts.”“Off the charts doesn’t help,” the other retorts, jabbing at a console. “You underestimated the suppressant matrix. We need higher voltage, double the current.”

• Hunted By My Mate; Craved By The Alpha Supreme    Hold Out

  ~KyraThe next time I woke, it is to the taste of metal in my mouth, the air is thick with the scent of bleach and something even worse. Burned ozone, like a chemical spill trapped in a jar. The gentle ache behind my eyes explodes into wrenching agony when I try to lift my head. But I notice I've been moved to a new room, it looks much the same as the cell-like room, only that this is larger and equipped with medical instruments... like an OR.I find my wrists bound to a narrow stainless‑steel table, pinned by bands lined with silver that burns into my wrists. My ankles are fixed to the table’s foot, too. I am a prisoner in every sense of the word.Bile rises in my throat and the urge to hurl. I force it down, knowing that will not help my situation. My heart hammers so hard in my chest that I think it might shatter my ribs. And something in me even hopes it does, anything was better than being strapped here like a sacrifice.Panic flares, hot and vivid, until I force myself to breat