Nova was given away to a rogue leader when she was just seven years old by her father. She was rescued by the pack again when she was 16 and placed back in the care of her father. Ever since then, she's been hustling to get enough money to get away from her father who literally traded her away and the pack that abandoned her back in his care. That is until she finds her mate: Alpha Ivan. She hates him immediately, seeing him only as someone who is going to tie her to the pack that she so desperately wants to leave. But Ivan isn't going to let her go.
View More“Daddy? Why are we here?” I know I’m whining and Daddy hates whining, but I can’t help it. It’s cold and dark and scary and I want to go home.
“Shut the fuck up!” he orders. Though his voice is gruff and the words that he says are mean, he isn’t really paying attention to me right now. He’s too busy peering into the gloom that’s all around us.
Daddy looks down at his watch and then looks back into the trees that surround us. His movements are fast and jerky, like he’s on that special medicine again. Well, more like he needs to have another shot with the special medicine. He always gets meaner whenever he needs the special medicine.
“Are we really going to see Mommy out here?” I ask. That’s what Daddy had told me when he made me get out of bed. He was bringing me out into a deep dark part of the words beyond our pack borders where the teachers always tell us that we’re never allowed to go so that we could get Mommy and bring her home. He needed my help so that he could get her back.
“Yeah, kid. Now shut up. I’m trying to listen.” This time, Daddy’s words come with a hard squeeze to my arm which he hadn’t let go over since we got out of the truck. The squeeze is so hard that I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out. Daddy really wouldn’t like that, especially since he just told me to shut up. But I already know that I’m going to have a bruise that looks like Daddy’s fingers when he lets go.
I wish I had my wolf. Then it would be harder for anybody to hurt me. My wolf wouldn’t let them, she’d protect me. But even if I did get hurt, I’d be able to heal really fast. A bruise would be no problem. Neither would the broken arm that I had from earlier in the year and just got the cast off for.
Then I might have been able to keep Mommy at home.
And stop Daddy from hurting either of us.
I watch, keeping my eyes peeled like Mommy would say, trying to see what might be in the woods, but I don’t see anything for a long time. With each minute that passes, Daddy’s movements get faster and more jerky. I can tell that he’s starting to get angry and I wish that he would let go of my arm.
The only way to get through Daddy getting angry is to hide from him. Once he gets his special medicine, he’ll be fine. Calm and sleepy. Then he won’t even notice that I’m there.
That has happened a lot since Mommy left. A lot of times Daddy will forget to get me any food. It’s ok, because I know how to make pb+j sandwiches and ham and cheese and how to heat up some chicken nuggets in the microwave if I scoot one of the kitchen chairs over to the counter and then stand on that to reach the microwave. But the last couple of days, there hasn’t really been a lot of food in the house.
Still, I’d rather be hungry and go next door to Ms. Margaret’s house and ask for a snack than to have to hide from mad Daddy.
Mad Daddy is scary.
Mad Daddy hurts me.
Mad Daddy made Mommy go away.
By now, Daddy’s squeezing my arm so tight that I can’t stop the whine of pain that comes out of my mouth.
Daddy turns to me in a flash and I see that he’s about to get me when there is the sound of a low growl through the trees.
Daddy whips around and we both look up in time to see three big wolves coming out of the woods. Two of them are brown, one is gray with white markings. All three are big and shaggy. Dirty and obviously not well fed. And all three have the deep dark brown eyes and the dark furred spot over half of their faces.
The rogue mark.
A mark that is there in both human and wolf form.
The mark that shows that they are unwanted by a pack. Dangerous and unpredictable. Not to be trusted.
Instinctively, I start to back up. We are taught to fear the rogues. You never know what they will do.
But Daddy pulls me forward. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
I stumble as my body flies forward and I land in a heap in front of the gray wolf. He sniffs me, snarling when I cry out and pull back from him.
In a flurry of cracking and breaking bones, the wolf in front of me shifts back to human form and in its place is a large man. More cracking and breaking sounds let me know that the other two wolves are shifting as well, but I don’t take my eyes off of the first man.
He has scars all over his face, chest, arms, and legs, something that isn’t often seen in wolves, but litter the body of rogues because they have poorer nutrition than pack wolves. Though the man’s body is muscled, it’s a wiry muscle without body fat beneath, showing that this man spends most of his time in wolf form, eating a wolf’s diet without much fat in it. Hair covers his face and falls down his back. It should soften his face, but all it does is draw attention to the glittering, angry eyes that are staring at me.
“This is the one that you have brought as payment to find your wife? This scrawny and cowering child?! What good is she for us? We can’t rut her. There’s no way that she can have pups or hunt. How old is she?” The man’s voice is rough from disuse and his body is still, only his mouth and eyes moving as he speaks. It’s scary.
“She’s seven, but she can cook some and clean and she’s good with kids. She can help you care for the pups that you have until she’s ready for you to take her,” Daddy says quickly. “You can make her into whatever you want her to be. She’s young and will learn quickly. She won’t give you the trouble that an older she-wolf would.”
I don’t really understand what Daddy is saying. All I can do is stare into the eyes of the scary man in front of me. He’s just watching me, his eyes looking over my body, eyes lingering on my bright read, curly hair.
One of the men behind his says, “The she-wolves have been complaining that they need more help with the pups. Especially since Juniper died. And the more that this kid takes care of them, the more time we can rut them.”
The man continues to look at me for a few moments longer before nodding his head. “Done.”
Before anything else can be done, the man bends down and grabs the back of my hair, holding my head still. Then his hand comes down on one side of my face and a burning sensation soaks into my skin everywhere his hand touches me.
My mates and I are standing on a large floating platform in the center of the harbor. All the boats have been cleared for today’s ceremony, and the entire pack has gathered along the shore to witness the official welcoming of their Luna and Lune. The platform is made of strong, transparent plastic, giving the illusion that we’re standing directly on the water. Flower petals and floating candles drift both on the surface and around the edges of the platform. A camera positioned at the far end captures the event and projects it onto screens placed throughout the crowd so everyone can see what’s happening. Nova looks stunning in her midnight blue ball gown, her hair swept into a messy bun. Thin straps frame her exposed matemarks, and the dress is low-cut in both the front and back, revealing creamy swaths of skin. The bodice hugs her tightly, while the skirt flows freely into a long, lacy train that shimmers in the sunlight. Cody wears fitted pants and a tailored gunmetal gray vest—no
“I really don’t want to do this,” I murmur, tugging at the hem of my skirt again.“Girl, if you don’t stop messing with that skirt, you’re going to unravel it. Stop it!” Lucy punctuates the last word by smacking my hand.I stick my tongue out at her but stop fiddling. Honestly, I think the only reason Lucy isn’t as nervous as I am is because she’s too busy managing me.At least, she doesn’t seem outwardly nervous.But I know her butterflies are causing a full-blown tornado—just like the one twisting in my own stomach.We’re heading to the Hartwood Pack, where Lucy and Cody are from. It’s been two weeks since we brought Cody home.Alpha Timothy was pissed when he realized we had “absconded with one of his most valued packmates.” He threatened to call down the Council of Alphas, press charges against our pack, and even force Ivan to step down as Alpha.All of that might have been intimidating—if it hadn’t taken him four days to even realize Cody was gone. Add in the fact that the three
The second Ivan and Cody establish their matebond, a ripple of power, connection, and pleasure sweeps through all three of us. Bite howls in my mind, the sound echoed by two other wolves—Fang and Howl. Our bond is complete. The three of us are tied together, not only by fate, but by our marks. There is no one—and nothing—beyond the Goddess herself that could tear us apart. “Holy shit,” Cody says. Ivan chuckles. “You can say that again.” “Holy shit,” Cody and I both say at the same time. We all laugh at that. Looking at my mates, I can’t help the affection that thrums through my heart at the sight of them happy together. “Let me get you guys a towel,” I say, slipping off the bed. “And the wet wipes,” Ivan calls after me. I grab both from the bathroom and bring them back so Cody and Ivan can clean up. “Thanks, Estrella,” Cody says as Ivan leans forward to kiss the top of my head. I move to the head of the bed, watching them as they get themselves together. Ivan heads into the
I watch Cody—his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath, eyes glazed over from orgasm. His shoulder-length black hair is fanned out across the bed, giving him a dark halo. His bronze-colored skin shines with sweat, and those chocolate brown eyes are begging for me to touch him.So beautiful. I mean, fucking gorgeous. It’s why I called him lindo.I’d thought hard about what nickname to give him. Nova’s was easy. Seeing her that first time at The Warren in the bunny costume, all timid and shy—she reminded me of the little rabbit she was dressed as. She’ll always be my little rabbit.But Cody and I didn’t have that kind of “meet cute.” Not even close. Still, I needed a name for him, something that felt right.It was Fang who suggested lindo. Clearly, our mate has Hispanic roots, and using that in his nickname felt like a way to honor that.Look at him, Fang says in my head, voice thick with awe. Spread out and waiting for us.Let’s not make him wait, I reply, and lean down to
Howl is going insane inside of me. He wants Ivan. I want Ivan. And we’re finally going to get him.I suck at Ivan’s skin, making a hickey in the spot where I want to put his matemark—right next to Nova’s. One of his hands grips my hair, the other wraps around my back.“Bedroom. Lube.” The words come out strangled with need.Mate! Fuck mate! Bite mate! Make him ours! Howl’s words echo through my mind, getting lost in the frenzied need that pulses between us.I’m working on it, Howl. Calm the fuck down so I can focus on him, I snap back.He smells so good. Feels even better. Fuck, Howl moans, and I know exactly what he means.I know Ivan wants us in the bedroom, but I can’t make myself move. Can’t stop touching him, kissing him, losing myself in him.Thank the Goddess for Nova.“Come on, boys,” she says, grabbing both our hands. “Let’s get to the bedroom. I want to see the two of you laid out before me.”It’s her touch that finally breaks the trance. Her words remind me there’s more t
The desire in Cody’s eyes is hot enough to burn the clothes right off my body.His hands immediately go to my waistband, and his lips crash into mine. I hear the seams protest as he rips my clothing from my legs, his mouth dominating mine.But something I’ve learned in the short time we’ve had Cody with us is that, while Ivan likes it when I submit completely, Cody enjoys the push and pull—he wants to earn that dominance.So I give him as good as I get. Tongue, teeth, and lips collide at the same time his hand moves between my legs and finds me soaking wet.“Fuck,” we both moan against each other’s mouths.Cody’s eyes flick over my shoulder, locking with Ivan’s in a heat so intense I can practically feel it.“Get her shirt and bra off for me. I need to taste her,” Cody orders.I’m about to sass back—because I can take off my own damn clothes—but then two things happen at once: Cody uses his werewolf speed to drop to his knees, throw my legs over his shoulder, and suck my clit into his
“I change my mind,” I rush out, breathing heavy with anxiety. “I pick truth.”Cody cackles from the passenger seat. “Not how the game goes, Estrella (star). You picked dare, so dare it is.”I can feel Ivan’s odd mixture of amusement and worry through our matebond as he leans in through the window. “You’ll be fine, little rabbit. Just go slow. The brake’s on the left. Look where you want to go—your body will follow.”Why am I doing this?Oh yeah—because my asshole best friend and mate thought this would be a great dare.I’m sitting in one of Ivan’s cars in the packhouse driveway. Not only do I not know how to drive, but I’m also expected to drive for twenty minutes without hitting anything. Did I mention this is one of Ivan’s most prized possessions?A Ferrari 812 Superfast in metallic black.Not coincidentally, his favorite car.When his grandfather passed, Ivan got a modest inheritance and invested it in the stock market. He did well—really well. With that money, he bought all his car
It would be easy to let the kiss with Ivan get hot and heavy. Howl is—well, howling in my head, and the matebond is pressing on me to finish it. And damn, I love the texture of his skin against mine: the roughness of the day’s growth he didn’t shave this morning, the angularity of his jaw.It’s so different from kissing Nova—in an intriguing and mind-blowing way.And then there’s the feeling of his callused hands running up my arm and his muscled body pressing against me.Yeah, it would be so easy to fall deeper into this kiss than I think either of us is ready for.So instead of giving in to what I know we both want, I pull back, only to find Ivan staring at me with fiery desire in his gaze.That is doing absolutely nothing to calm the hard-on I’ve got in my pants.Or the angry wolf in my head.Why would you stop? Howl whines.Just… give me some time, okay? We’ll get there. I promise, I tell him.He grumbles but settles, lying down in my mind to watch our mates. He wants the bond com
Cody beat me to the clearing because of Nova’s trick.Normally, that would piss me off, but Fang and I both like that we have a mate who can best us. Occasionally.Plus, Nova gave me the consolation prize of seeing her tits. I’ll still count it as a win.Cody doesn’t gloat—he just has a smug-as-fuck grin on his face as we set up the picnic.I didn’t have much time to prepare, but I’m still pretty proud of myself. I brought all the foods Nova had told our omega, Amelie, that Cody liked, along with several things I know she enjoys too. It’s a mix of lunch and breakfast foods, so I packed orange juice and champagne for mimosas.I grabbed several blankets and pillows—anything to make it comfortable.This place, with its crystal-clear water and canopy of trees, has always been one of my favorite spots.My parents brought me here when I was a kid, along with Jude’s, Bryson’s, and Erick’s families. It’s where the guys—plus Jakobi and me—used to hang out as teens and throw parties. More than a
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