Masuk“Hand over your human slaves, and we will leave you unharmed,” Marion retorts.“We’re not slaves!” one of the women says over the female werewolf’s shoulder. “Please don’t hurt them,” she says, eyeing the silver weapons and our Sun Warriors patches nervously. “They’re our friends.”My mind immediate
NatashaIt’s strange to be on a run with Marion instead of Sebastian. I didn’t want to leave him after all our promises to each other this morning. He’s exactly the kind of man I’ve always dreamed of being with: someone who protects his people and fights back against those who threaten them.Someone
Sebastian kisses me again, this time parting my lips to deepen the kiss, his tongue expressing maybe more than he could with words. I don’t want him to stop, but he does, just like he did last night.“Still,” he says, “can we wait until I’m healed to tell her about us? Just in case she attacks me,”
NatashaI wake up to the gentle snoring I’ve only sometimes heard through my tent wall.This time it’s in my ear.I open my eyes to the inside of Sebastian’s tent and the memory of him asking me to stay the night.The memory of his body on top of mine, his lips finally on mine, his hand on my breast
The truth of it is reflected back at me in Isaiah’s eyes, filled with longing and grief. Natasha may not be dead, but she’s no longer with us, and her absence is a never-ending, gaping hole.“Either Owen is in pain without her,” I remind Isaiah, “or Natasha is in pain while they’re together and she’
DiegoAs the spare heir, the overlooked prince, and the abandoned little brother who I’ve trained everyone to see as nothing but a silly little playboy, I’ve had my fair share of pain. Of being discounted.Tossed aside.But none of it hurts quite as much as this. My own brother, not even caring enou
Ava“Well, don’t you look beautiful.”I look up from where I’m lying on a blanket in the garden in nothing but a bikini, chasing that just-tanned glow for when Owen chooses me over his pathetic little pet. I block the blinding sun with my hand to find whoever just called me beautiful, surprised to s
AmeliaThree days after Owen had two jealous fits in a row, I’m on the sparring mat while Isaiah watches from a distance.“Has your sore arm finally healed up?” Crawford asks playfully as he steps onto the mat to spar with me. His respect has meant the most to earn since he was the least interested
OwenI woke up this morning to arousal coming through the mate bond with Amelia.If I’m being completely and totally honest, I sprang out of bed, ripped open my door, and marched down the hall with the full intent to burst into her room and kill whoever was with my mate.About a step away from the d
AmeliaThankfully, I had no problem making it back to my room from Diego’s despite the fact that it was a risk for me to leave unescorted. Then Isaiah arrived just as I was finishing up my dinner as promised, and he showed me the way to where he and Raleigh apparently spend most of their days when t







