I’m stunned for a second realizing that Fang is right. Somewhere between our orgasm and me marking Nova as mine her rogue mark disappeared. Does that mean she’s a part of our pack? Fang responds, his voice sounding as surprised as mine is, I don’t know. But you need to go after our mate. You need to get her to come back to us. That gets me moving. I was so stunned by the fact that Nova’s mark was gone that I forgot that I needed to get to my mate. I get out of bed and hurriedly put on a pair of sweats and a shirt. I step into my sneakers, tying them quickly. I don’t need to transform to find Nova. My mark on her skin will always tell me where she is. And I have a feeling that I know where she’s gone. Through the mind link, I contact Jude, Bryson, Jakobi, and Erick as I grab my keys and head out of the alpha suite and down the packhouse stairs. I need your help. It’s Nova. Erick’s voice comes out as a growl in my head. What the fuck did you do now? Yeah, Erick a
I have never felt the pleasure that rippled through my body when Ivan gave me our finishing orgasm and he bit me. It was like an electric shock zapped through my entire body, coiling me tight and then making everything loose and uncoordinated. Every part of my skin sang with the feeling of the matebond. It was fucking amazing, even when he moved off of me to cuddle me to him. That’s until I realized what he did to me. He took away my choice. He took away my life. He took away my chance to find Cody. So I punched him. I punched him, cursed him out, and ran. Was it stupid? Yes. Will it change anything? No. Will he be able to find me wherever I go because of the matebond? Yup. Did it feel fucking amazing at the time? Hell yeah it did. Cause fuck that shit. I know that he is my mate and both Bite and I really like him. But you don’t just tie someone to you like that without making sure they’re ok with it. Ever heard of fucking consent? Yeah, I wanted my brains fucked
She’s dressed in a dress, nondescript t-shirt and jeans, her honey blonde hair hanging down in front of one side of her face, as if she’s trying to cover her rogue mark. She doesn’t know that it’s gone yet, Fang says. But it’s not what she looks like that I’m hung up on right now. It’s the bag that’s packed and sitting on the bed beside her that has all of my attention. It’s like being kicked in the chest. All the air leaves my lungs and makes me want to double over. Pain like I’ve never felt floods through my body. I’ve fucked this up. She doesn’t want me. Hell, why would she after me marking her without asking her if it was ok? I basically forced this on her. I’d kill someone who did that to me. Of course she’s leaving me. Of course she hates me. Stop spiraling! Fang screams in my head. Get your shit together so that we can convince her to stay. Because I’m NOT losing my mate! He’s right. He’s absolutely right. I won’t let her leave me. I’d do what eve
I stare down at the male in front of me, the alpha of my pack. I should feel power at having him kneel in front of me. Smugness. Satisfaction. All I feel is a love. And a healthy does of fear. Because he could very easily be lying just to get me to stay. He could just be using me, like everyone else in this awful life. How do I trust him? Neither Bite nor I know what to do at this point. “I don’t know how to trust you,” I tell him. “Not just because of the mark. I’ve…There’s never been anyone other than Cody that I could trust.” His eyes soften, his tight muscles loosen as he looks at me. Carefully, slowly, he reaches out and strokes my cheek. “I am sorry, little rabbit. You have a had a heard life. And I have just made it harder for you.” Even with how angry I am, the sense of his betrayal still sizzling in my veins, I lean into his touch. He is my mate after all. I close my eyes and let my self sink into the feeling of sparks that flow across my skin. When
We spent the whole rest of the day with Jude, Bryson, Erick, and Jakobi. The point was to let me get to know Ivan’s best friends, most trusted confidents, and inner circle. Jude is…dammit the guy is fucking hilarious. He finds a way to make a joke about everything. A way to put everyone at ease, even in the tensest of situations. He apologized to me for the way that we met that night after Ivan brought me to the pack house the first time and kept me laughing and relaxed the whole time. Bryson, his delta, is really sweet. Sometimes a little slow on the uptake, but the male has a great heart and is fiercely loyal. It was clear how much he loves his friends and he immediately welcomed me as part of the group like I’ve always been a part of them. Erick is fucking intense. As the gamma, his role is to be my protector from everyone and everything, including Ivan. He immediately sat between me and Ivan, getting me drinks and the best food until Ivan literally had to order him to b
The last thing I remember is running Nova’s hair through my fingers, the feeling of sparks marching up and down my skin as sleep tugged me under. I had to have fallen asleep. I have to be dreaming right now because I have the sweet scent of my mate all around me, the feeling of her body pressed against mine, and her taste on my lips. Of her own volition. Though Nova had willingly accepted all of my touches, but she has never initiated them herself. So this has to be a dream. I’d like to say that I was a gentleman. That I let her take the lead and take what she wanted from me. I’d love to be able to say that. But this is my dream, so I can do what I want, right? So my hand fists in her hair, holding her to me. My other hand wraps around her body and pulls her on top of me so that she’s straddling my suddenly raging hard on. And the growl that Fang and I emit is completely feral. And then I hear her moan. My eyes pop open and I see her looking at me, her gaze darkened with
I stand from the bed long enough to pull off my sleep shorts and then I’m straddling Ivan again. His cock, which had started to soften after he came in my mouth, is already back at half-mast again. Gotta love werewolf stamina. Still, there’s definite exhaustion slowing Ivan’s movements as he runs his hands up and down my arms as I prop myself up to look down at him. “Fuck, Nova. That was mind blowing,” he says, his hands moving to my waist and moving up my torso. His hands seem to have a magnet to my breasts, though I’m not complaining. I get a lot of stimulation from my nipples. The more that he wants to play with them, the happier I’ll be. Taking his hands and placing them on my tits, I smile at him. “We’re not done yet.” The exhaustion seems to melt from him as his fingers play with my nipples. My pussy, which was already impossibly wet from sucking him off seems to gush at the feeling of his fingers on my nipples. I use it to make my pussy glide over his nearly fu
Standing in the shower, I wash the soap out of my hair only to feel two strong arms wrap around me, sliding along my waist and moving up to cup my breasts.I can’t help but smile and lean back into Ivan’s chest. “Good morning.” And I can feel how good of a morning he thinks it is.“Mmmm,” he hums against my neck before he begins mouthing at my matemark.My body arches into his and my bottom lip immediately goes between my teeth. His fingers find my nipples and he begins to pinch and roll them between his thumbs and forefingers. The moan that flows from my lips elicits a growl from Ivan and he presses his cock against my ass.“Ivan, we can’t do this right now,” I say, though I’m not sure how convincing I am with the way that my ass is rubbing all over Ivan’s cock.“You’re my mate. I always have time to show you how much I love you. How fucking sexy you are.” One of Ivan’s hands travels down to my pussy, his finger splitting me open and finding my button. “Fuck, little rabbit.
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