Caleb’s POV“Come in, Rhiannon.” My hands were trembling. I shoved them under my desk and set my face in a cool mask, wanting to give away nothing when she entered. Rhiannon didn’t seem bothered by our time apart at all – she’d marched down the hallway outside like she owned it and hadn’t hesitated even a second before she’d knocked. The girl had balls bigger than any Alpha I’d ever met, I had to give her that.My heart was still thumping away, but there wasn’t much I could do about that. Taking a deep breath, I sat tall and waited as the door swung open.Fuck, she was beautiful. I gaped at her for a moment, my thoughts getting more scrambled than a damned egg at breakfast as she lifted her chin and met my gaze with impenetrable grey eyes. The creased leather jacket she wore hung off her, despite her tall, broad-shouldered frame; paired with her nose ring, eyeliner, and slick braids, she looked like the sort of badass I wouldn’t want to mess with if I met her in an alley at night. Or
Rhiannon’s POVI froze where I was, halfway out of my seat and with my eyes fixed on the door. I couldn’t take it; I couldn’t stay here one more second with him.Not because I hated him, like I was pretending, oh no. But because if I didn’t leave I’d be flinging myself across the stupid desk that was parting us, climbing into his lap, and kissing him until I couldn’t breathe.My need for him was in my blood. It pulsed with every beat of my idiotic heart, spreading through all of my silly limbs, making them agree with the mate bond that my place was beside him. The way he was looking at me, for a moment, I’d thought he felt it too. His lips were parted and his pupils dilated, so big that only a thin slice of summer-leaf green iris surrounded them.But then his jaw flexed and his expression hardened, and he snapped, “No, that’s not all, Omega. I know it was you. I know you poisoned them.”Hearing him call me by my rank rather than my name cut deep – far deeper than I’d ever admit to hi
Caleb’s POVMy dick wouldn’t go down. I crossed my legs, winced, and smoothed out my expression before Rhiannon could notice anything was wrong. But fuck – it was so, so wrong. Everything was seriously messed up but, as I looked at her, her lips and cheeks flushed, her eyelids heavy, her sharp-as-all-hell eyeliner smudged, I didn’t want to make it right.She’d dropped her cool, unbothered demeanour. This was one of those rare moments where I felt like I was getting to see beneath her sarcastic façade. I’d barely seen it before and, as much as I hated that she’d thought she’d seen something and split our kiss apart, part of me was glad.Because oh, goddess, this went deeper than attraction or even lust. The mate bond was in me, everywhere, telling me that after we’d sated our more carnal needs we’d lie together, tangled on the bed, the desk, hell, in the snow, and just talk. About everything. There would be endless nights and days to fill with learning, with filling in the gaps between
Rhiannon’s POVHyacinth and Stephen were waiting for me on the damned doorstep when I got back. They crowded around me like penguins desperate to huddle for body heat and started braying like donkeys with inane question after inane question.“What happened?”“What did they say?”“Did they think you did it, Rhi?”“Was he nice to you?”“Did you argue?”I put a hand up and halted just past the doorway. “Stop.”They both froze. Then they started clamouring around me again.“Did something happen?”“Why do you look so shaken?”“Did he shout?”“Did he ask you questions you couldn’t answer?”A growl built in my throat. I just wanted to be alone for five minutes to process everything that had just happened – but I wouldn’t get it. I had to sort myself out right here, right now, because I was the only one that could hold this family together now.Without Dad, I was the closest thing to a leader we had. Even though Cin wasn’t my younger sibling, it had always felt to us both like she was. I coul
Rhiannon’s POVI shoved my hands deeper into my pockets and huddled down into my coat. Snow tumbled through the air, a thousand infinitesimal ballerinas dancing in the dark; everything felt eerie, as though the world itself was leaning in closer to watch whatever was about to unfold. I couldn’t know what was to come, but the intensity of the very air around me made me think the earth beneath my feet and the trees surrounding me could.‘Maybe this isn’t a good idea,’ I muttered to Tiger, but I knew I didn’t mean it even as I said it. I’d never had a single sliver of doubt in my mind that I was going to find Caleb. I couldn’t refuse his call, not after we’d been forced apart for so long. Goddess, it was ridiculous, really – I’d spent longer apart from Stephen before, the man I was actually in love with, and though I’d missed him I’d just made the most of our time apart and then been happy to see him when we were reunited. This, though? This was like I was going out of my head with des
Rhiannon’s POVCaleb’s touches were everywhere. His mouth was on my throat, carving along the sharp edge of my jaw, brushing softly, so softly, over my parted lips. And yet I wanted, needed, more of him. We slid off the wall. Caleb backed me up until I hit the oak tree, which trembled behind me as wantonly as my thighs were. I tipped my head back, a moan building in my chest. When I let myself go, he became my everything. My everything – but I ached to know the parts of him I didn’t yet. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted from him and exactly when to stop just short of giving it to me, making my core throb with desire and my thighs clench together. It seemed crazy to me that he knew me so well, while barely knowing me at all.His fingers carded through my hair, pulling my braids free. He sighed contentedly as my hair came loose and he could at last run his hands through it.“Perfect,” he breathed, and then he kissed me.I gasped as he kissed me. Actually gasped.He laughed into
Stephen’s POVIt had all been going so well.By that, of course, I meant that I’d been avoiding Rhiannon like the coward I was and spending far too much time with Hyacinth. Moving in here had meant to push me closer to Rhi. In reality, it had done the opposite.Not that she seemed to mind. She spent all of her time with her new pet, Foxy Spangles, walking alone and brooding, or sitting with her father’s plaque in the woods. I’d gone with her to The Endpoint once, where she’d stared blankly at her dad’s name where it had been carved into the wall. That had been the last time I’d insisted on coming with her.I didn’t know what it was, but I felt half a step out of stride with my mate. That wasn’t supposed to happen – was it?‘It’s because you’re a scoundrel, young man!’ cried Brian. ‘Hyacinth is the bee’s knees, that I cannot argue with, my boy, but it does not justify your behaviour. You and Rhiannon need to have a jolly good chinwag about the whole thing. You are just chockablock with
Stephen’s POV“Hyacinth?” I murmured, going to reach for her but thinking better of it and stopping myself short.“Come on,” she said again, her tone unnaturally steely. “We need those herbs. I’ve drawn a map of our territory and set it by the candle. We should have everything we need now.”I swallowed down further attempts to make whatever I’d done wrong right and sat down opposite her, with the yellow candle between us. There was a carefully drawn map of the Night Wind pack’s territory beneath it, too, as well as a small glass bowl to the right of the candle, and a box of matches to its left.Hyacinth didn’t say anything until I started to lift the herbs. “Tip them into the glass bowl,” she muttered, refusing to look at me. What the heck had I done? Brian’s voice was unusually sympathetic. ‘Marcella said you needed good intentions for this spell to work, did she not, my boy? It might be best to put your disagreement, whatever it was, to one side and focus on bringing spring back to