The next morning, Ember slept in, and Kaya had to plead to carry out both of their duties to earn Ember some time off. The guards were strict, but on seeing Ember’s condition, they granted Kaya’s wish. Raphael was on watch duty in the far east of the border, running patrols in his wolf form, which left Kaya alone to handle the morning chores. It wasn’t unusual for Ember to shield her from trouble, so without her presence, Kaya felt exposed. But she had convinced herself she could manage as It was just a few hours, and if she kept her head down and worked quickly, she could manage unnoticed. She was quietly trimming the hedges near the training ground, the snapping of the shears blending into the far sound of men sparring, when the moment she dreaded arrived. A shadow fell over her, and before she could react, something yanked her backward with a sharp, burning pain in her scalp. A boot, heavy and deliberate, crushed her braid against the ground. The force made her head snap back, a
Back at Thorne’s mansion, the hallways buzzed with noisy activity, intruding on his sleep. He woke up groggily, and the first thing he did was scan his room for Serene. When he didn’t spot her, he sighed with relief and wiped a hand over his face in regret. He had just made a grave mistake. He fucked another Alpha’s Luna, twice. Twice! Unprotected. He groaned, rising from the bed. As he paced the room, his eyes landed on the recliner, where the deed was done. Rage surged in his chest, and he marched over to it, gripping it tightly before flinging it out of the window. Glass shattered, and rained down to the ground floor below. He heard shocked gasps from the staff and pack members who had witnessed the flying chair. ‘Mate’, his wolf groaned in his head. “Oh, give it a rest, will you?!” he hissed, his voice coated with disgust. “She is NOT worthy.” Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with emotion from the mate bond. All the feelings he had locked away the previous night, just to have hi
Against her will, Ember shivered, not from fear, but from the sheer proximity of Thorne. Her mouth felt frozen and her thoughts sluggish. All she could do was focus on his pale, handsome face. The dark stubble over his strong, sharp jaw testified to his ruthlessness. His biceps and toned body evident through his half buttoned shirt. The mate bond threatened to pull her toward him, her wolf chanting ‘Mate, mate, mate’ in her head. It took all her willpower not to throw herself at him. Shoving her attraction aside, she let anger take over instead. She scowled at him silently, meeting his gaze as she twisted her hands uncomfortably against the ropes. Thorne ran his eyes over her, cold and assessing, his expression tightening with a look of disgust. She looked every bit the lowly slave, wearing a dirty, baggy dress that hung off her slim frame. Her reddish-brown hair was a tangled mess around her face, her eyes sunken, revealing exhaustion and hunger. Patches of dried mud clung to her
Throughout the afternoon in his office, Ember never left his mind as he sifted through his accounts. His thoughts kept drifting, recalling the softness of her hair beneath all the grime, her defiant spirit, and the way she stood her ground against him without a hint of fear. When he told her he hit women, he hadn’t meant it, he only wanted to scare her into submission. But instead of breaking her, it had only fueled her anger. He sighed. The last thing he needed right now was this kind of distraction, not with Matteo breathing down his neck and moving sneakily within his territory. The last time he had seen Matteo was during the ‘cleansing’. That’s what he called it, the night he annihilated the rogue packs that had betrayed their cause. Ten years ago, he and three other alphas; Matteo of Silvercrest, Hale of Bloodveil, and the leader of Ashen Pack, had agreed to form a union, merging their resources while maintaining their independence. Together, they flourished for six years, thei
Serene paced the room, her fists tightening with each step. She thought she had gotten to Thorne after their passionate night, yet he still didn’t trust her. She couldn’t blame him though. Who would trust a cheating Luna? She stormed over to the bed and collapsed onto it, muffling a scream into the mattress as she hit the foam with her fists in frustration. When the fit passed, she sat up, smoothing down her hair while collecting herself. Thorne’s new mate lingered in her mind. Who was she? Was she here, in the mansion, right now? What kind of woman had fate dared to pair him with? Her carefully formed plans would unravel if she didn’t take care of this huge problem. But why had Thorne slept with her if he already had a mate? Could it be that he didn’t want his mate? If that was the case, then fate was on her side. She smiled. Returning to Matteo was out of the question as she had siphoned a generous portion of his wealth for herself, ensuring she could leave him when the time was r
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
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