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
Diego laughed loudly at my response. “You counted how many times I came onto you? How many would it have taken before you said yes?”Isaiah backhanded Diego in the shoulder. “Quiet down. What if Ava’s in the hallway wondering why the hell you’re in here laughing?”Diego backhanded Isaiah in the shou
“You want to throw around the word mate?” Amelia yells. “Then use it thoroughly! We have a bond, so check it.”I hate that it’s a good idea, but I do check the bond, feeling around for her emotions. I notice a deep sadness that immediately dissipates my anger. I take a step forward, wanting instinct
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







