Thorne stood on the rooftop of his mansion with a drink in hand, his gaze sweeping over the horizon where his territory stretched. He had summoned Darius, his chief enforcer, and sentinel, to take a direct approach to the issue of Matteo’s encroachment on his territory. The door to the terrace opened, and Darius stepped forward. “The men are in the boardroom, awaiting your arrival, Alpha,” Darius announced, looking at Thorne’s back. “Thank you. I proposed this meeting because I have an idea, one that can solve two problems with one stone,” Thorne said, taking a sip of his drink. He stepped off the edge of the terrace and turned to face Darius. “Aren’t you curious? You haven’t asked me what the plan is,” he remarked. Darius met his eyes and said, “Of course I am. Tensions have been brewing long enough, but I gave you your space because I know you like to think.” “You’re right about that,” Thorne said. “I’m going to invite Matteo over, to smooth things out and make him take Seren
Ember walked briskly toward the towering gates that led out of the mansion, holding her long dress up with her hands. Her heart pounding with anxiety and urgency. She needed to check on Kaya and Raphael, they had to be worried sick. Ever since she was taken from the servants quarters, she hadn’t heard from them, not a single word. She couldn’t hear from them. The servants who lived outside the mansion in the camps and lower quarters, were forbidden from entering the estate. Thorne’s rule, punishable by death. Only a few, who were deemed exemplary in both conduct and duties, were sometimes promoted to serve within the mansion. But it took years, and the chances were slim unless they had connections or a direct pardon from the Alpha himself. The only reason she had been allowed within these walls was because of the mate bond, that bitter truth sat heavy in her chest. As Ember reached the massive iron gates, two guards immediately stepped forward toward her, blocking her path. “Where
Thorne was torn, his mind a raging battlefield. He cursed his wolf under his breath for distracting him so much. Her scent was overwhelming, amplified by the mate bond, it saturated his office, tickling his chest like the fingers of a seductive wraith. Her beauty took him aback, it was the first time he had seen her cleaned up and dressed up properly. But that didn’t change the fact that she was a mere servant, and an insolent one at that. ’Mark her‘, his wolf insisted. But this was not the time. He needed to address her ridiculous request first. “How do you think that would make me look?” he asked, sitting up in his chair, rubbing his hands together. “The Alpha’s mate, frolicking with servants?” Ember straightened, no doubt trying to look taller, hiding her nerves with false confidence. “I don’t intend to frolic,” she countered. “I just want to see my friends. Ever since I was rudely taken from the camps, they don’t know my state of being so they must be worried…” “Then let the
What just happened? Ember asked herself, her wolf whining and whimpering in her head, just as shocked as she was. She felt so dirty and used. Still on the floor, tears streamed down her face as she stared at the door in disbelief. She raised her trembling hand to her throat, rubbing it tenderly. It hurt so much from his assault. She couldn’t believe fate had mated her to such an evil creature. He hadn’t cared that he hurt her, he had only wanted his own pleasure at her expense. Shame burned through her as she choked back heavy sobs, sniffing and dabbing at her face with her dress. After a while, she pushed herself up from the floor, her gaze sweeping across the office. She could trash it. Or better still, burn it all to the ground. The thought of setting the whole mansion on fire made her heart beat with excitement, but she forced a deep breath and quelled her arsonous urge. Maybe something in this office could help her. She walked to the towering shelves lined with neatly arrang
“Thorne, knowing me, would I ever orchestrate such a foolish errand?” Matteo asked with confusion. “I only found out a day after it happened. The ringleader informed me they had received an anonymous tip claiming you were holding my wife… my Luna… hostage.” Thorne cocked a brow, unimpressed. “See? I was just as surprised,” Matteo continued. “I knew you would never do that, so I reprimanded all involved, but I couldn’t get to the bottom of it.” He tapped his leg absentmindedly. “Serene and I had a little lover’s argument, so I wasn’t surprised when she stormed off on ‘business’ and didn’t return. I knew she was doing it to spite me, and out of pride I didn’t care to reach out.” Thorne leaned forward, resting his arms on the desk. “Are you saying you never sent her to negotiate a land lease with me?” “Land lease?!” Matteo snorted. “She asked me for ten acres to farm psychedelics and wolfsbane, which I refused. She likes to dabble in dangerous things, that was the cause of our fight
That night, Ember woke from her evening nap, her face still damp from crying herself to sleep. The moonlight shone through the open window, casting a soft glow over her prone form. She looked at it and marveled. It’s so beautiful, she thought. Suddenly, she got the urge to run with her wolf. It had been a while since she’d freed her wolf. She still wanted to check on her friends in the camp, and she’d be damned if she let Thorne and his lackeys stand in her way. She refused to be held prisoner. Slipping quietly out of bed, she pulled on a thick, hooded dark coat. The house was quiet and almost empty, except for a few staff members still moving around. She stealthily avoided their path, keeping attention away from herself, and moved toward the back door. At the back door, she found a pile of concrete blocks left over from a formerly completed structure. She took off her coat and hid it behind the pile, so she could put it back on when she returned from her run. She stood in the back
Ember bounded through the woods, her paws barely touching the ground. Being a wolf was the best thing ever! She felt free and unburdened, open and in sync with the moon. She took short breaks to sniff around, enjoying the full experience. Once she got to the edge of the clearing that lead to the servant camp, she crouched in the bushes, watching the guards who now carried weapons after the last breach. The breach when she met Thorne. She shook her head, expelling any thoughts of him. He was a sick, evil man unworthy of her attention. She stalked the length of the clearing, waiting to see either Kaya or Raphael. Her patience was rewarded when she spotted Kaya coming out of the opposite end of the woods, with Raphael in his wolf form. Just as Ember was about to step out of the clearing, she heard a deep, low growl behind her. ***** Thorne had immediately known Ember had found a way to sneak out of the mansion’s premises. The look in her eyes when he refused her request was one of
Ember kept her eyes locked on Thorne’s, panting, waiting for him to make a move. Being a newly turned wolf, and coupled with the exhaustion from running, she lost her grasp on control. She turned back into her human form, naked and bleeding from her right side where the gate had scratched her on her way in. She raised one of her hands to cover her trembling chest, keeping her eyes low and avoiding Thorne’s gaze. The other hand covered her pubic area. She heard Thorne inhale sharply as his eyes roamed over her naked body, and heard the cracking of his bones as his fur receded, and he turned back to his human form. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice carrying a strange, strained quality, and she couldn’t tell if he was angry or something else. Nervously, she raised her eyes, taking in his naked form. His skin was flushed from exertion, beads of sweat clinging to him. His hand cupped over his private area, covering his nakedness. “What you did was thoughtless,” he began, not taking h
Serene stepped out onto the patio in a skimpy dress and a cup of beer in her hand. She took a slow sip, sighing in satisfaction. But when she turned around, she jumped, Raphael was standing there like a ghost.She narrowed her eyes. “You know, you could at least pretend to be useful. Weren’t you supposed to deliver Thorne’s weaknesses to Matteo by now?”Raphael didn’t respond.Serene clicked her tongue. “Don’t tell me you’re still mooning over that girl who belongs to someone else.”That got his attention and his eyes flashed, startled.She laughed, slinking toward him, her hips swaying deliberately. “I knew a man like that once,” she purred, taking another sip of her beer, “Madly in love with someone else’s mate. Thought he could change fate, rewrite the stars. You know where he is now?”Raphael stared at her silently.“In a shitty little inn on the edge of nowhere,” she said with a smirk. “Drinks himself to sleep every night. No pack. No purpose. No mate. Just regret.”She stepped i
Ragnar stood in the middle of the scorched fire pit where Collin’s group used to stay, the ash was cold beneath his boots. The place looked dead and abandoned, with not even the echo of a recent breath. They were gone.Of course they were, Collin wouldn’t have been stupid enough to stay after abducting his mother. Still, a part of him had hoped that maybe the bastard had lingered, that maybe he’d be foolish enough to gloat to his face. Ragnar exhaled through clenched teeth, trying to steady the storm boiling under his skin. He sharpened his senses, sniffing for any scent or trail left behind. Someone had to have slipped and left a sign to point in the direction they headed. Wolves or not, no group ever moved without leaving a trace.The scent was muddled with multiple trails. Like they’d scattered in different directions deliberately. One of the guards Thorne had sent with him stepped closer, disrupting his concentration.“We’ve checked the entire place,” the guard said. “There’s not
Ember stepped into Thorne’s room, her heart pounding, fingers twisting the hem of her short, thin dress. Thorne stood with his back to her, halfway through undressing, his muscles shifting under his skin as he pulled his shirt over his head.Without turning, he asked quietly, “Will you stay?”Ember said nothing.The last time she’d been here, he’d banished her, warning her never to return. Yet here she was, standing in his doorway dressed for him, aching for him. She didn’t want to talk or fight, she just wanted him.Finally, Thorne turned. His searing gaze landed on her, and he froze. His eyes dragged down her body once, then again, slower, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.“Will you stay?” he asked again, his voice rougher now.Ember stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and wrapped her arms around his bare waist, pressing her body firmly into his. She tilted her head up and whispered, “Touch me first. Talk later.”Thorne inhaled sharply, his hands com
Kaya opened her eyes to find herself stuffed inside some kind of rough bag and slung over a shoulder like cargo. Panic gripped her instantly. She thrashed and tried to scream, but a knot of fabric tied tightly over her mouth choked her sound. Her arms were bound tightly too. Her mind raced, why was she gagged? Where were they taking her?She wriggled harder, desperate, until a gruff voice growled, “Settle down, or I’ll drown you in the river with that sack still on your head.”Frozen by fear, kaya stopped moving. Tears spilled hot and fast down her cheeks.The rough jostling continued until, finally, the man carrying her stopped. She could hear voices, several of them, talking over each other, but they went quiet as they approached.“You got her? You really got her?” a voice said, giddy with excitement. Strong arms grabbed her, hauling her off the man’s shoulder and dropping her roughly to the ground. Kaya whimpered at the sharp pain shooting up her side.A moment later, the bag was p
Alpha Thorne, on approaching the border of his territory, smelled smoke and ran faster, bursting through the unmanned gates and straight towards the servants of camp.Ember hopped down from his back just as he and Ragnar skidded to a stop in front of the chaos, several of the living quarters were up in flames, and panicked servants and guards were trying to put them out with buckets of water and sand.‘What the hell happened here?’ Thorne snapped through the mind link to the nearest guard.The guard, breathless and covered in soot, rushed over to him. “Someone torched the buildings, Alpha. No one’s hurt, but it all happened so fast. We were caught off guard.”Ragnar shifted quickly and immediately started calling out, “Gertrude! Mom! Does anyone know Gertrude Fern?” But no one answered him. The only replies were frightened shakes of the head and tearful confusion.Thorne growled under his breath, his eyes scanning the burning mess. His security was too thin and sloppy. Even though th
Raphael sat on the cold floor of the cell beneath Matteo’s mansion with his back against the wall and his eyes half-closed. His body still ached and the wounds on his side were raw and slow to heal thanks to the wolfsbane in the pit. The pain had dulled, but it was still there, throbbing, steady and annoying.“Hey,” the rough-looking man in the next cell said as he leaned against the bars in a cocky voice. “They say you’re the next Alpha of Ashen Pack. Put in a good word for me with Matteo, yeah? I’ll join your pack, follow you anywhere, the works.”Raphael didn’t respond. He barely looked up as he wasn’t in the mood.The man scowled when he got no response. Too good to talk to me, huh?” he muttered. “Actin’ like a prince when you’re locked in a dungeon.” He spat, the glob of spit landing just inches away from Raphael’s boot.Still, Raphael didn’t move. His focus stayed on his side, watching the wound throb slightly with every breath he took.He started to doubt if coming to Alpha Mat
Thorne’s massive black wolf clashed with the white one, their growls shaking the quiet woods as they snapped and scraped at each other. They broke apart, circling each other, both ready to kill.Before either of them could lunge again, a voice yelled out. “Ragnar!” Kaya shouted as she burst into the clearing with panic all over her face.Ember’s heart skipped and her eyes darted to the white wolf... realizing…“Wait…” she murmured, “That’s Ragnar…”She didn’t stop to think and she rushed toward them, throwing her arms out. “Stop! Both of you!”The black wolf that was Thorne skidded to a halt, baring his teeth. The white wolf growled, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths.“He’s with us,” Ember said quickly, her eyes on Thorne. “Ragnar’s one of us. He’s not the enemy.”Ragnar growled through the mind-link, his voice rough and angry in her head.“He’s always been the enemy. I came here to kill him.”Thorne responded just as coldly.“You can try. Everyone who’s ever wanted a pie
“I’m going outside to get some air,” Ember muttered.Caden just nodded, already sinking back onto the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving Stella’s face.Ember made her way down the stairs as the house buzzed with activity all around her. Hammers tapped, brushes sweeping, voices murmuring all around the house. She passed the workers, each one pausing to bow slightly or nod at her.The hallway no longer looked like abandonment. The cobwebs were gone, the heavy smell of dust had been replaced with clean air and the faint scent of polish. The faded wallpapers had been stripped and replaced with colors that glowed warmly under the light streaming through the lamps. It was becoming a home again. She was the Luna of Thorne Maddox’s pack. That truth echoed in her head with a weight she could finally carry, and she was carrying his child. And despite all his scars and all their disagreements, Thorne had ordered this house to be rebuilt and had stationed guards to protect her, he had exten
Ember watched from the far side of the room as Caden pressed his palm to Stella’s forehead. His expression was grim, and his shoulders dropped in sadness.“She’s not burning up,” he said, “she’s healing fine… just still out cold.”Probably from the trauma, Ember thought, but she didn’t say it out loud. Stella’s lashes twitched a little but her face was slack. Ragnar sat on one of the narrow beds with his legs spread and his hands clenched. The big room was starting to feel like a den, her mother’s corner armchair, Caden kneeling beside Stella sleeping, Ragnar barely holding it together, and her, watching it all. The builders hadn’t finished the left wing they started with so for now, the master bedroom was all they had.Ragnar’s voice broke the silence. “Where’s Kaya?”“She’s okay,” Ember said. “She’s healed completely. But she wasn’t here when we brought you two in. She probably went out for a run or something.”He didn’t say anything, he just gave her a stiff nod and stared down at