LOGINI scrambled up from my chair. “I’ll go first.”Maverick grimaced. “A few small electrical pulses? To her brain? That doesn’t sound safe.”Ghost laughed a long, hearty sound. “You’re so eager because you didn’t grow up getting your ass zapped by him. I don’t like having my head fucked with. There’s e
“I’m beginning to remember things. Flashes of memory have been coming back, and I’m beginning to think–” He shook his head and laughed bitterly. “No, I don’t think. I know our memories were tampered with too, and I don’t think your mother alone is responsible. I think it’s a team of people.”I pause
AnastasiaThe following day I made my first grave mistake.I’d been searching through Fallon’s closet in a last-ditch attempt to find the phone I witnessed being slipped to her over Christmas. She and the guard had both been lying low for the time being, but I knew it wouldn’t last. They were waitin
Werewolf celebrities were praised and adored for their luxurious abilities–always something visually stunning and not at all barbaric or animalistic. There was a note of reluctance. “Some of them, but not all.”“Ah, I see.”Kiara’s frown mirrored my own. “There are a lot of humans and wolves that h
Caius and the guys tensed while Fallon’s jaw dropped. She stepped forward, her slippers shuffling against the carpet. I noticed she kept her distance from the envoy, even flashing her a brittle glance before beaming at the guys. “I’m invited too? There’s going to be boys there. Other Alpha’s sons. F
AnastasiaThe human envoy arrived two days before the Summit.My wolf scrutinized the woman, ears erect and head tipped, as she entered our home. Her makeup was light and elegant, and her lips had a natural curve to them that made her face seem warm and her energy approachable. Her pantsuit looked t
AnastasiaAfter careful deliberation Caius and I decided to agree to Vladimir’s request to meet, but not until after Christmas. We tossed back and forth the idea of prolonging it until New Years concluded, but I simply couldn’t wait that long.Knight thought agreeing to meet was ridiculous. What he
AnastasiaThe scent of caramel and whiskey grew, melting into a mouthwatering concoction that made my pussy ache. I forced my eyes open and frowned. “This isn’t my room.”“No,” He kicked the door shut. “It’s mine.”I made a sound of confusion, which he dutifully ignored, and instead placed me in his
The pistachio muffin in my stomach turned to stone.I didn’t even have time to process it before a familiar, hushed voice slipped straight into my skull.“Someone has a secret. What would your husband think?”I jumped and growled under my breath. “Show yourself you shadow-dwelling freak.”Ghost popp
AnastasiaFallon had heard our conversation.Eavesdropping was normal around her age. I’d done the same thing countless times, back before my fear of Vladimir solidified in my chest like a lead weight.I used to perch on the second-floor balcony of our estate, listening to the muffled murmurs trickl







