Ember led the way to her room, Thorne following closely behind her in his wolf form. As soon as they entered, he nudged the door closed with his muzzle and shifted into his human form. Without a word, he strode to her wardrobe and began sorting through her clothes while she watched him curiously. To her surprise, he pulled out a pair of male pants and a nightshirt for himself. “How did that get in there?” she asked, genuinely surprised. “You’re my mate. I should have some of my things in your room, and yours in mine, naturally,” Thorne said easily. He didn’t put on the clothes immediately, instead, he walked into the bathroom to take a bath. Ember watched him disappear inside, still not used to someone sharing her space so naturally. Then again, it was his house, she mused. She settled into her recliner and picked up her book, waiting for Thorne to finish showering so she could take her turn to bathe. The thought of telling him about her family flashed through her mind again, and s
The next afternoon in Thorne’s office, Darius stood beside Thorne, who was seated in his office chair, perusing some documents. “Do you still have no information on the whereabouts of Alpha Ashen and his Luna?” Thorne asked, his tone puzzled. “None whatsoever, Alpha,” Darius replied, peering at the documents open on Thorne’s desk. After a moment, Darius cleared his throat and asked, “What are your plans with Serene, Alpha?” Thorne didn’t respond immediately. He looked over the documents for several more moments before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose as he flipped them closed. Clasping his hands in front of him, he finally responded. “I don’t know what you mean by plans,” Thorne said. “I have a Luna who, thankfully, is being as agreeable as possible in this situation. Serene is entitled to my roof over her head and nothing more.” “Do you have the slightest suspicion that the pregnancy may not be yours?” Darius pressed, staring Thorne down, but Thorne didn’t notice, as
Serene glared at Thorne as she watched him sort out clothes from his wardrobe. He hadn’t spent the night in his room, despite her attempt to seduce him by dressing up in lace clothing and perfume. She waited up for him until she fell asleep and woke up in the morning in his bed alone. He was no doubt with Ember. She clenched her fists in anger. “I’m surprised you didn’t kill Matteo,” Serene said, staring at him while he packed. “I’m sure you would’ve preferred him dead,” Thorne muttered with disinterest. “Obviously, he had been itching to get rid of me,” Serene said, scoffing as she flipped her hair. “I didn’t get that image of the situation when he came to take you before. Sounds like you’re the one jumping from one cock to another, looking for influence and god knows what.” Serene watched him with a scowl without responding. Thorne had hated his mate. What had changed so much that he preferred to sleep in Ember’s room instead of in his room with her? She was sexier and more exp
“Tell me you love me,” Matteo mumbled, his lips in a pout as the maid kneaded his big belly. “I love you, Alpha Matteo,” she indulged him, bending forward to plant kisses on his face. Matteo grunted, irritated. “She doesn’t call me that, and your voice is scratchy, not smooth as honey like hers. Say it properly!” he roared, slamming his fists on the bed in a tantrum. Ever since Serene had left, his temper had been short, and everyone avoided him in fear of his wrath. Even worse was the fact that Thorne had shown him mercy, he wished he were dead instead. Matteo knew people would assume he had surrendered or been pitied by Thorne. Since both of them were still alive, it made sense. Thorne was a formidable opponent, and even as anger and revenge had blinded Matteo, at the point of near death, he had suddenly realized he didn’t want to die. Not at all. And leave all his comforts to who? He was going to get his revenge, Matteo thought, his face hardening in spite. He wanted to kill Th
Thorne walked toward Ember’s room, surprised to realize he was looking forward to seeing her. Her fearlessness and candid manner was a refreshing contrast to the deference and fear he had grown used to from his pack members and business partners over the years. Somehow, she made him see his faults and despite everything, he wanted to protect her. At the entrance to her wing, he stopped by the guard. “Are there any updates on the missing person case? Kaya?” Thorne asked seriously. “No, Alpha. We’ve searched everywhere, no wolf has come across her scent yet,” the guard responded swiftly. “But the search is still on. Every wolf is on the lookout, sir.” Thorne scrunched his forehead in worry. How and why had Kaya disappeared so suddenly? A sinking feeling settled in his chest. He suspected this wasn’t ordinary. Something was up. He pushed open Ember’s door absentmindedly, forgetting that she had requested he knock. After closing the door behind him, he turned to see her staring at him
Thorne jogged up the stairs to his room, sweaty and spent. His time with Ember in the maze had turned into a game of finding her rather than finding their way out. She had been a strong contender throughout, managing to evade him until it was time to figure out the exit, where she finally surrendered and stuck to his side after he playfully threatened to leave her behind in the maze. He smiled at the memory. His expression closed up as he approached his door. He definitely didn’t want to see the parasite encroaching on his life right now. He hadn’t thought about his long-term plans with Serene, choosing instead to block it out entirely. But he knew he had to get ahead of the situation, to protect his interests and those of his Luna. He pushed the door open stoically, stepping inside and shutting it behind him. He half expected Serene to pop out from a corner, draped in lace or silk lingerie, intending to seduce him and bend him to her will as usual. But the room was empty. He releas
Ember lay on the roof in her wolf form, her trusted private corner, the very spot she had leapt from in her last jailbreak. She smiled mentally at the memory. Her tail brushed against the roof in soft thuds as she relaxed under the moonlight’s gentle glow. She lazily watched the small outlines of people moving in and out of the mansion, idly imagining their stories. Her thoughts drifted to Kaya, and she realized how little she truly knew about her. All she really knew was that Kaya’s human parents had migrated into werewolf territory, desperate to become wolves themselves. But their desperation had worked against them and they had been rejected repeatedly, their eagerness making them infamous and shunned, which in turn diminished their chances of ever being accepted into a clan and turned. They had lived on the outskirts of a pack until it was overrun by rogues. In the chaos that followed, Kaya’s parents, unable to defend themselves, had been killed, and she had been kidnapped and tr
Thorne had gone back to his room to return his documents and pick up clothing to spend the night in Ember’s wing. He hoped Darius and his men would reach the Valley before any trafficking faction took advantage of the refugees. He released a deep breath, realizing he needed to brainstorm better methods of housing them and integrating them into his pack for their own protection and his peace of mind. Soon, he would have to address them as their Alpha, something he hadn’t done since he first started his acts of heroism. As he stepped into the dimly lit room, his eyes immediately settled on Serene. For the first time since her return, she wasn’t wearing lingerie in his room. He froze, taken aback by her candid manner. Without a word, he walked to the closet to pick out his clothes. “You don’t have to keep going back and forth between rooms, I’ll leave,” Serene said smoothly. Thorne paused, turning to look at her but he didn’t respond. “I’m tired of playing the villain, Thorne. I didn
Stella shot upright with a gasp, sweating profusely. She pressed a palm to her hammering heart. Her eyes darting around in confusion, realizing that she wasn’t in the woods or in a tent. This place was warm and glowing with soft candlelight, a high ceiling, and stone walls. Heavy curtains swayed slightly in the breeze.“Hey… hey, it’s okay,” a voice said gently.She turned her head fast.Caden.He was sitting at the edge of the bed, close but not too close, his hands already reaching for hers. She stared at him, blinking like she didn’t believe he was real.“You’re safe,” he said in a calming tone. “You’re safe here. With me.”Stella didn’t relax. Her breathing slowed, but her eyes stayed sharp and her fingers tightened around his.“Where’s my brother?” she asked him immediately, her voice raspy.Caden hesitated for a second, then... “He left,” he said. “With Kaya.”That only made her sit up straighter. “What do you mean left?”“I mean… I haven’t seen Ragnar, Kaya, or Ember since they
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