LOGINMars Reed POV“I might not be fond of that male wolf Mars Reed, but my claws will be completely damned before my leadership lets you turn the entire Walker family line upside down with your pathetic schemes!” Alpha Jonathan Walker growls, his massive chest heaving with hot breath as his deep alpha voice shakes the stone walls of the private sanctuary.Jonathan’s internal nerves were completely rattled by the recent bloody debacle involving Brooke Caldwell’s silver blades. In the long seasons past, his mind had been highly reluctant to interfere with the pack dynamics, partly out of deep consideration for his mate Amanda’s health, and sheer alpha laziness when it came to domestic territory squabbles inside the Walker Ridge Estate.Had his eyes known that Amanda had spoiled that rogue lawyer Brooke to such a disgusting extent, allowing her to become so completely unhinged that her claws even harmed their own dominant son’s chest, his boots would have stepped into the alpha’s den to set t
Mars Reed POV“My eyes lock tight onto my small male cub, my mind completely blown by the way his little fangs flash under his lips as his left eyelid gives me a fast, sharp wink,” I whisper, my heart pounding hard against my ribs.“You have got to bring his big body back to our den, Mommy. My stomach is wasting away out here in the forest without his delicious fresh meat cooking over the campfires!” the pup murmurs right against my neck.“I will… my wolf promises your heart I will find his truck and bring his alpha skin back to us,” I gasp out, the raw determination making my pulse spike with a sudden surge of heat.Tyler Walker and Jessa Moore stand by the clinic mattress, their ears completely unable to make out the low, secretive growls passing between my male cub and my chest. But the sudden, fierce smile finally breaking across my pale face is more than enough to let their worried minds breathe a massive sigh of relief. The relentless, bloody toil of these recent forest battles
Tyler Walker POV“Yeah, yeah, I absolutely promise my claws won't let his male body move a single fucking inch from this clinic mattress,” Tyler Walker assures the old pack doctor with vigorous nods of his head, his fingers tightening around my bare, feverish shoulder. “So, when exactly will Mars Reed wake up from this medicine?”“It is super hard to say for sure. His inner wolf wasn't in the best physical shape to begin with, and with all this intense territory drama crushing his mind, his system is completely spent. Just keep a very close eye on his breathing,” the doctor barks.With those parting words, the medical wolf exits the small VTN ROOM. Tyler turns his large frame back toward my clinic bed to find my male face completely void of any healthy color, which instantly makes his chest feel a wild mixture of heavy anger and deep sorrow. But then, reflecting on his own desires, wasn't his soul also cast from the exact same desperate mold? His close pack friends had told his ears t
Mars Reed POV“Tyler Walker wraps his thick arms around my freezing waist, hoisting my shaking skin up from the muddy ground the exact second the pack doctor slams the iron gate closed,” I gasp, my hot breath panting against his bare chest.“You know, with Grant Walker’s father cutting your face out of the pack line now, your boots can finally come back to the Westline Holdings cabin with me, right? Your male body belongs in my bed, Mars,” Tyler barks, his fingers digging hard into my hips.My gaze is completely hollow, my eyes staring at the gray sky. It takes my mind a super long moment to form words. “Kevin! Yes, Kevin is the lead guard who knows exactly which foreign valley they flew his plane to! Tyler, please, shove your truck into gear and take my skin to the Walker Enterprises Tower right now!”“Your wolf body thinks you are going to show up looking like a complete whore? Look at your skin, it is covered in thick stains of rogue blood here and there!” Tyler grows rough, his ha
Mars Reed POV“Those massive iron doors are locking your body out for good, Mars, so just give up your ghost and stop crawling after his alpha scent,” Tyler Walker barks, his boots slamming down right next to my bleeding face on the cold stone ground.A heavy iron lock clicks into place with a sharp snap, sealing away every single ounce of my remaining hope as my weak wolf frame lies completely powerless in the dark driveway. My chest swells up with a massive, burning frustration, cursing my broken bones and loathing my inner wolf's complete inability to smash through that boundary in this critical moment.In my long, complicated bond with Grant Walker, my own soul had always been the submissive, passive male waiting in the den, while Grant, the dominant alpha king of the West Coast pack lines, had always been the one to thrust his big body forward to shield my skin from the vicious storms of the forest.“Our tracks are stuck out here while his blood is drying inside,” I croak out, my
Mars Reed POV“Tyler Walker is worried completely sick about my broken wolf body on the forest path, so his hands shell out extra pack resources for a couple of rogue doctors to travel right alongside our truck,” I say, my breath hitching as the vehicle bounces over the heavy dirt road.Since my legs are practically immobile from the broken bones, Tyler has no choice but to carry my weak frame right down the clinic stairs and slide my skin onto the truck seat.As our wheels near the big City Hospital territory, my eyes can tell something massive is going down right now. The whole pack scene looks totally different today, and something bad has definitely happened while my mind was asleep. The powerful Walker family has even blocked off all the surrounding streets with heavy black trucks, so no outside car or wolf can come or go freely past the guards.“If your body had woken up a tiny bit earlier from the sleep medicine, it might have been way easier for our boots to slip inside the ga
"Did he actually agree?!" Jessa’s eyes were wide, round as saucers, reflecting the flickering streetlights of Silverwood.She clearly thought it would take a grueling battle of wills for a High Alpha like Grant to let go. I didn't answer; I couldn't. My throat felt like it was lined with glass.See
I shifted my weight, staring out at the gray horizon of the West Coast as Grant’s new comms unit hummed in my hand. I was headed straight for the Walker Enterprises Tower when Jonathan’s face flickered onto the dashboard screen. The call was sharp, the link vibrating with a command only a High Alph
"He’s still lingering, isn't he?" Jessa Moore’s voice was like a whip-crack in the sterile silence of the hospital wing.I leaned back against the thin pillows, the Silverwood moon visible through the high window of my room. "I have no idea who you’re talking about, Jessa.""The doctor," she presse
The Ridge Courtyard was transformed into a vision of ritualistic intensity, a scene Grant had apparently been drafting in his mind since the days we were just teenagers running the forest borders together.Every inch of the stone altar was blanketed in deep crimson lunar-roses, their petals thick a







