LOGINThe bond that should have stayed dead was about to drag us both under in the worst way possible.
A loud bang on the cell bars jerked me awake. My side still throbbed but the bleeding had slowed. A Shadowfang guard stood there scowling. “Alpha wants you upstairs. Now. Move.” I got up slow, chains rattling. “What is going on? He finally ready to kill me?” “Shut your mouth and walk,” the guard snapped, unlocking the door and yanking me forward. They marched me up into the main hall. Ronan waited by a side door, arms crossed, looking like he had not slept. “Bring him in here,” Ronan ordered, nodding to a private chamber. The guards shoved me inside and left, door slamming shut. I rubbed my wrists. “You pull me out just to stare? Or did something happen?” Ronan paced once. “Garrick and his third pack hit both our territories last night. Raids on supplies, burned outposts. We need to talk terms. Temporary ones.” “Temporary alliance?” I laughed. “After you locked me up and promised to destroy everything I have? Now you need me?” He stepped closer. “Do not flatter yourself. I need information on Garrick. You know his moves. Tell me and maybe I let you breathe another day.” I leaned on the table. “You dragged me here bleeding and now you want help? After grabbing me through the bars like you wanted to choke me?” “Because you deserve it,” he shot back, voice rising. “You killed me. Stood there while the bond broke and walked away. My pack still calls you the Stormridge butcher.” “I told you,” I said, matching his heat. “It was war. Chaos. I did not know until your heart stopped. You think that did not wreck me? I carried your ghost for years.” “Ghost?” Ronan slammed his fist down. “I lived it. Every cut, every breath leaving me, your face burned in my head. And now this bond pulls me back to the man who did it. Makes me sick.” I moved toward him. “You feel it too. In the snow when you dragged me away. In the cell when you could not let go. Stop pretending it is only hate.” “Shut your mouth,” he growled, but he stayed put. “You betrayed the bond first. Chose your pack. Now mine suffers.” “My pack suffers every day because of you,” I fired back. “The supply lines you hit, the wolves you killed. We lost good fighters. Tell me how that makes you better.” Ronan grabbed my shirt and shoved me hard against the stone wall. Our faces were inches apart, breathing fast. “You do not get to lecture me,” he said rough. “Not after what you did.” “Then stop talking and do something about it,” I challenged. “Or scared of what happens if you give in?” He crashed his mouth on mine, kissing me with years of rage and hunger. Teeth, tongue, no softness. I gripped his shoulders and kissed him back just as hard, the bond exploding between us. “Damn you,” he muttered against my lips, hands tearing at my shirt. Fabric ripped. I yanked at his clothes too. “You started this. Do not stop.” Our shirts hit the floor. Skin on skin, hot and urgent. He spun me, chest to my back, mouth biting my neck hard enough to mark. His cock pressed thick and hard against my ass through his pants. “You think this changes anything?” he growled, grinding against me. “I still hate you.” “Prove it,” I gasped, pushing back. “Take it out on me.” He shoved my pants down fast, freeing my cock which was already leaking. His hand wrapped around it, stroking rough. “Look at you. Hard for the man you killed.” “Shut up and fuck me,” I demanded, voice breaking. “Or are you all talk?” Ronan snarled and kicked my legs wider. He spit on his hand, slicked his thick cock, and pushed the head against my hole. One hard thrust and he buried himself deep inside me, stretching me wide. “Fuck!” I groaned, fingers scraping the wall. The burn mixed with sharp pleasure. He did not wait. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace, hips snapping hard. “Take it. Take every inch like you took my life.” “Harder,” I panted, pushing back to meet him. “Give me what you got, Ronan.” He fucked me deeper, one hand on my hip bruising tight, the other stroking my cock fast. Sweat slicked our bodies. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the chamber along with our growls and curses. “You feel so fucking tight,” he groaned, biting my shoulder again. “Hate how good this is. Hate how much I need your ass.” “Then do not stop,” I moaned, lost in it. Guilt and pleasure crashed together. “Fuck me like you want to break me.” He pounded harder, cock hitting that spot inside me that made my knees buckle. “Say my name. Louder.” “Ronan,” I shouted, voice raw. “Ronan, fuck, right there.” His strokes on my cock matched his thrusts, rough and perfect. I gripped the wall, taking everything, body shaking. The bond burned so hot it felt like we were melting into each other. “Going to come,” I gasped. “Do not pull out.” “Come on my cock then,” he ordered, slamming in deep. I spilled hard over his fist, cum hitting the wall as my hole clenched around him. Ronan cursed loud and thrust a few more times before burying himself to the hilt and coming inside me, hot pulses filling me up. We stayed locked, breathing ragged, bodies slick. He pressed his forehead to my neck for a moment, cock still twitching inside me. Then the door burst open. “Alpha!” the scout yelled, freezing. “Garrick hit both main camps hard. Heavy losses. Burning everything.” Ronan pulled out fast, cum leaking down my thigh. He yanked his pants up, face going cold. “Get out. Tell them I am coming.” The scout left. Ronan tossed me my clothes. “Get dressed. This changes nothing.” I pulled my pants on, legs still shaky, hole sore and wet with him. “You sure? After you just fucked me raw against the wall?” He headed for the door, jaw tight. “It was the bond. Nothing more. Garrick is the threat now. We deal with him, then we finish this.” But his eyes when they flicked back showed the conflict. Rage, need, and something deeper he did not want to name. I followed him out, body still buzzing with him inside me, wondering if this was the start of something real or the beginning of my destruction. The bond had us now, and it would not let go easy."I cannot believe we are doing this."I was standing in the kitchen. The turkey was in the oven. The table was set. The house smelled like cinnamon and sage and home. My mother was peeling potatoes. Lily was setting out the good china. He was trying to keep Rose and James from destroying the living room.I looked around and felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. "I cannot believe this is our life. I cannot believe we have all of this."My mother looked up from the potatoes. "You deserve it, my darling. You have worked so hard for this."Lily walked over and hugged me. "You deserve it, Mom. You have given us all so much."I hugged her back. "I have given you nothing. You have given me everything."The doorbell rang. Rose ran to the door. "I will get it. I will get it."She opened the door and there stood Elena and her husband. They had a bottle of wine and a plate of cookies."Happy Thanksgiving," Elena said. "We brought cookies."Rose took the cookies. "Thank you. I love cookies."Ele
"I am sixteen today."Lily said it with a smile. A bright, happy smile that lit up her whole face. I looked at her and felt my heart swell. Sixteen years old. My daughter was sixteen years old.I pulled her into a hug. "Happy birthday, my darling. I cannot believe you are sixteen."She hugged me back. "I cannot believe it either. It feels like just yesterday I was walking through that door.""It feels like just yesterday. But also like forever. You have been part of our lives forever."She pulled back and looked at me. "Thank you, Mom. For everything. For giving me a home. For giving me a family. For giving me a life."I touched her face. "You gave me a life too. You gave me a daughter. You gave me joy. You gave me love."She smiled. "I love you, Mom.""I love you too, Lily. More than you will ever know."The house was decorated with balloons and streamers. He had helped the kids set everything up the night before. Rose and James were running around with party hats on their heads."Si
"I want to learn how to surf."Lily announced it at breakfast. The words came out with such confidence that I nearly dropped my coffee. Rose looked up from her cereal with wide eyes. James banged his spoon on his high chair.I looked at her. "You want to learn how to surf?"She nodded. "I have been watching the surfers on the beach. They look so free. So happy. I want to feel that way too."He set down his coffee and smiled. "I can teach you. I used to surf when I was younger."I stared at him. "You used to surf? You never told me that."He shrugged. "There are a lot of things I have not told you. I was a different person before I met you."Lily looked at him with excitement in her eyes. "Really? You will teach me?""I will teach you. We can start today if you want.""Yes. I want to start today."Rose looked at me. "Mama, can I surf too?"I laughed. "You are too small, baby. Maybe when you are older."Rose pouted. "But I want to be like Sissy."I pulled her into a hug. "You can be lik
I woke to the sound of laughter. Not the soft giggles of Rose or the babbling of James. This was different. Louder. More carefree. I opened my eyes and looked out the window. The sun was rising over the ocean. The sky was pink and gold. And in the yard, Lily was chasing Rose with a bucket of water."Get back here, little one," Lily shouted. "I am going to get you."Rose screamed with delight. "No, Sissy. No."James was toddling after them. His little legs were wobbling. His arms were outstretched. "Me. Me."I got out of bed and walked to the window. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist."Look at them," he said. "Look at our children."I leaned back against him. "They are so happy. They are so full of life.""They have a good life. A good home. Good parents."I turned to look at him. "They have a good father. A father who loves them more than anything."He kissed me softly. "And they have a good mother. A mother who would do anything for them."We watched the kids
"I have never celebrated Mother's Day before."Lily said it so quietly I almost did not hear her. We were in the kitchen. She was helping me chop vegetables. Her eyes were fixed on the cutting board.I set down my knife and looked at her. "Never? Not once?"She shook her head. "My mother was always too sick. And before that, she was always too busy. She never had time to celebrate anything."I felt my heart crack. "Well, that is going to change. This year, you are going to celebrate Mother's Day. And you are going to love it."She looked up at me. "Really? You think so?""I know so. Because I am going to make sure of it."She smiled. A small, tentative smile. "What do people do on Mother's Day?""People do all kinds of things. They make breakfast in bed. They give cards and flowers. They spend the day together."She nodded. "That sounds nice. That sounds really nice."I reached over and squeezed her hand. "It is going to be wonderful. I promise."The next week I noticed Lily was actin
"I do not know how to be a big sister."Lily was sitting on the porch. Her knees were pulled up to her chest. Her eyes were fixed on the ocean. I sat down beside her and watched the waves crash against the shore."You do not have to know how to be a big sister," I said. "You just have to be yourself."She looked at me. Her eyes were wary. "What if myself is not good enough?"I reached out and touched her hand. "You are good enough. You have always been good enough."She pulled her hand away. "You do not know me. You do not know what I have been through.""I know you are scared. I know you are hurt. I know you have been alone for a long time."She looked at me. Her eyes were wet. "How do you know?""Because I have been there. I have been scared and hurt and alone. I know what it feels like."She was quiet for a long time. The waves crashed and the seagulls cried."Did it get better?" she finally asked. "Did you ever stop feeling like you were going to fall apart?"I smiled. "It got bet
The mate bond I thought I buried years ago was screaming back to life, and it wanted me dead.I staggered across the border into Stormridge territory with blood pouring down my side. Every step sent fresh fire through the gashes. They would not close. Normal wounds knit up fast for us, but these fe
The night I locked eyes with a dead man, my whole world caught fire.I crept through the moonlit forest with Jax and Finn right behind me. Our boots barely made a sound on the damp leaves. Routine border patrol. Nothing special. But something felt off tonight. The woods were too quiet. No owls. No
The second Ronan slammed the cell door, I knew the real fight was just starting between us.Cold stone pressed against my back as I slumped on the floor of the reinforced cell deep under Shadowfang’s main hall. My side burned from the fresh wound, blood still seeping slow through the rough bandage.
The snow turned red the second our packs slammed together, and the man I killed was there to watch me bleed.Fresh flakes fell heavy as we hit the river clearing. My wolves spread out fast, growls mixing with the rush of water. I gripped my blade tight, already tasting the fight.“Stay tight!” I sh







