LOGINBut it feels like torture when he returns to her after three days (and three hours and twenty minutes) away. Anna’s with Twinkles, waiting for Zane on the cabin’s porch, but sprints toward him before he even slows down the car. He’s terrified he’ll run her over, so he parks right in the middle of the driveway, gets out of the vehicle, and lets her softening body slam against his when she throws herself into his arms.She stretches up for a kiss, two, a million, but she’s too little and maybe too eager and clearly hasn’t planned this out, so he has to pick her up and slide his hands down to squeeze her thighs as she wraps her legs around him.“Can you,” she says between kisses, “never”— kiss— “leave again?” Kiss. “Like, ever?” Kiss.The only response he can manage is a groan. He breathes her in, nose buried into the gland at the base of her neck. Yeah, of course he’ll never leave again. He’ll do her one better: they’ll stay in his cabin forever. Brick up all entrances. Sounds like a pr
“She might not know that it’s a thing,” Saul says after Zane almost snaps his spine in two during play-fight.“She does know,” Zane mumbles.“How can you be so— ”“I told her.”“Did you tell her what a mating bite is?” Amanda asks, as obnoxiously shrewd as always. “Or did you tell her that you specifically want to bite her to finally seal the mating ritual, and that restraining yourself is driving you banana pants?”Zane glares. “She was fucking Human until three hours ago. The decent thing to do is let her get used to being a Were before I mangle her with my meat-mincing jaws and leave a scar, for my own personal pleasure.”“The former, huh?” Amanda smirks knowingly. “Did you explain to her the immense peace of mind the bite would give you?”“How would that not be pressuring her?”“The thing is,” Saul points out, “I understand wanting to give her space, but until you bite her you’ll be sullen and ill-tempered and crusty. I bet Anna’s not enjoying it very much, either.”“Oh, come on,
As feats go, this one is so Herculean, so strenuous, so immensely exacting, Zane is certain that it’ll make up for every single shitty thing he’s done during his wretched, questionable life. He is able to control his instincts and deny himself the one thing he wants with an all-consuming, ferocious, overwhelming passion. That, if nothing else, will guarantee him a place in his particular brand of Were heaven.Which, he’s come to realize, requires only one single thing: Anna.“ARE YOU BORED YET?” SHE ASKS HIM A MONTH OR SO AFTER MOVING in for good.It’s an absurd question. And yet, in a rational, detached sort of way, Zane understands what she’s getting at.They had a rocky start. The near murders and the kidnappings and that other bullshit. The medical scares. The fact that he had to push her away over and over, even as keeping his distance tore him apart.Bottom line, their first few months were very eventful. Compared to all that, the last few weeks have been strikingly low stakes.
I swallow past the lump in my throat. It’s fine. Better than fine, it’s exactly what I wanted. Zane, staying with the Northwest. The right thing to do.“Good,” I echo. I need to change the topic, before I beg him to do something he shouldn’t. “Were the huddle leaders fuckwaffles about . . . stuff?”“No more than usual. They said that I’m emotionally compromised over you. Which is true.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “Has been true for a while, really.”“Maybe. So you have— so you have feelings. Big deal.” I might be indignant on his behalf, which is ridiculous. Zane doesn’t need me to protect him or advocate for him, and yet here I am. “It changes nothing. Every single decision you have ever made has taken into consideration the good of the pack.”“Yeah. They would agree with that.”“Good. Because it’s bullshit. You can— you can be in love with someone and still be a fantastic Alpha. The thing is, I love you, and mate or not, I wouldn’t love you half as much if you weren’t the kind o
I swallow past the lump in my throat. It’s fine. Better than fine, it’s exactly what I wanted. Zane, staying with the Northwest. The right thing to do.“Good,” I echo. I need to change the topic, before I beg him to do something he shouldn’t. “Were the huddle leaders fuckwaffles about . . . stuff?”“No more than usual. They said that I’m emotionally compromised over you. Which is true.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “Has been true for a while, really.”“Maybe. So you have— so you have feelings. Big deal.” I might be indignant on his behalf, which is ridiculous. Zane doesn’t need me to protect him or advocate for him, and yet here I am. “It changes nothing. Every single decision you have ever made has taken into consideration the good of the pack.”“Yeah. They would agree with that.”“Good. Because it’s bullshit. You can— you can be in love with someone and still be a fantastic Alpha. The thing is, I love you, and mate or not, I wouldn’t love you half as much if you weren’t the kind o
I DON’T KNOW,” AMANDA TELLS ME WHEN I ASK HER IF ZANE WILL be forced to step down.“It’s not that simple,” Saul adds, sticking closer to her than he has in the last few weeks. They entered Zane’s cabin holding hands, or maybe it was an optical illusion. “They can’t demand that he steps down. They don’t have that kind of power. They’re not, like, our real fathers.”Amanda stabs him with her eyes. “What they could say is that they are unwilling to stick with the Northwest.”“Was it Anneke who told them? Is it because he kissed me in front of her?”“It’s not just that,” Jorma explains, looking up from a ream of paperwork that’s thicker than my wrist.“Anneke, Xabier, and Conan were there when you were hurt. It left little doubt that Zane is emotionally compromised. This is less of a controlling body sanctioning a misbehaved child, and more of a conversation between adults regarding the future of the pack. Most likely, they’ll give him an ultimatum and ask that you leave the core.”“I’m s
Not rolling my eyes at Malcolm requires a degree of control over my ocular muscles I didn’t know I had. Normally I wouldn’t bother with civility, but I need my brother to get me some answers.On the plus side, Ludwig is not paying attention to my call. Earlier today, when I found him in the sunroom
The implications sink into me instantly. Anna, that fucking idiot, got herself involved in something incredibly dangerous. And the other person who was involved in it is now dead, which—“Seraphine.” Lucien’s hand blankets mine, large and warm. “I don’t think it means she’s dead.”It’s what I neede
“FYI, your Alpha tendencies are even worse in this form.”His tongue darts out and licks at my neck.“Ew, gross,” I giggle.His teeth close around my arm. A joking, playful warning that could shatter my ulna. But won’t.“Can I pet you?”His head turns to butt under my hand. Yes, please.“Well, then
The rest of the room fades. I sink into the doorframe and stare at his familiar face, the dark shadows under his clear eyes and the stubble he hasn’t bothered shaving. He speaks with patience and authority, and I find myself lingering, listening to the rhythm of his deep voice if not to the content







