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.
Узнайте больше“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.
We’re staying in the cabin we got each other for an anniversary present last year.While still with the rogues, Cody and I would comfort each other by saying that once we got free, we’d find each other, build a cabin in the woods, and stay there together for the rest of our lives.It’s what I had been saving money for when Ivan and I found each other — so that we could have the land and the house free and clear.Admittedly, the cabin we have now—two stories, five bedrooms, a basement playroom for the kids, a pool, and a half basketball court—is a far cry from what Cody and I would have managed on our own.Still, it’s nice to get away and return to what we always dreamed of.To bring our other mate and our children here with us.We come as often as we can — for a week, for a long weekend.A little home away from home.We had the kitchen stocked and the whole place cleaned and ready, so there would be no interruptions.Which is good, because after all the teasing we did on the way here,
Checking my watch, I turn to our little girl."Do you know which one you want to wear, Lenita? Kiki and Harley are going to be here soon. And you don’t want to miss the petting zoo."My little princess is standing in front of her closet, arms crossed and her lower lip sticking out in a full pout."I wanna wear my pwincess dwess!""Chiquita (little one), we’ve already talked about this. You can’t wear it to the fair, but you can wear it later," I say, pleading with her.We’ve been at it for twenty minutes, trying to get Elena ready to go out with Kamryn and Harley before a birthday party for one of her pre-school friends later today.The party is princess-themed, hence the dress she’s insisting on wearing.Unfortunately for her—and us at this point—if she wears the dress to the fair, it’s guaranteed to end up covered in dirt and food, ripped from a skinned knee, or chewed on by a goat at the petting zoo.So, she can’t wear it.Not that she’s listening."I wanna wear my pwincess dwess,
5 years later… I wake up to an elbow in the gut. “What?” I ask, bolting upright immediately. “What’s wrong?” “It’s your turn,” Nova murmurs, her voice heavy with sleep. It’s only then that I hear one of the twins crying. Glancing at the alarm clock, I see that it’s just after 2:00 AM. Fuck. I roll out of bed, stumbling to the bedroom door and next door to the twins’ room. “Hey, buddy. It’s okay. Dada’s here,” I call, my voice rough with sleep. In the glow of the nightlight, I see Ronan standing in his crib, crying, his nose impossibly snotty. His cheeks are bright red, and drool soaks the front of his pajamas. “Da! Da!” he cries the second he sees me. “Hey, Ronan. Are those teeth bugging you, bud?” I ask, picking him up and pulling him to my shoulder. His skin is hot—he’s definitely running a low-grade fever. Both boys are teething hard right now, reacting just like human babies: colds, fevers, pain, the whole nine yards. His cries quiet the moment he’s in my arms, sniffli
“Holy shit, that was a long day,” I say, falling onto the sofa next to my mates.We’re in the first-floor common area with everyone in our leadership crew—minus Jakobi.He found his mate today. A she-wolf from a neighboring pack, second daughter of a delta. Maureen seems nice. We didn’t really get to talk to her much, though—Jakobi whisked her off, and they’ve been... indisposed in his room ever since.We might see them tomorrow.Or in a couple of days.“Fuck, yeah it was,” Jude groans. “I’m just happy to be out of that monkey suit.”“I don’t know,” Lucy murmurs, running her fingers down his jaw and pulling his attention. “I wouldn’t mind having you in it more often... and helping you out of it.”“Well, this was fun, guys, but my mate and I need to be getting to bed,” Jude says as he stands and throws Lucy over his shoulder.Lucy squeals and props herself up on his back, waving at us. “See you guys at breakfast!”“Not if I have anything to say about it!” Jude calls from the hallway.
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
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