Mag-log inThree weeks ago…Dylan dumping him is something Felix didn't see coming. No one dumps him. He did the dumping, and he was only with him for fun.Being mates with someone from the pack responsible for his father’s death is something he won't stand, but the boy made for some good way to blow off steam when he doesn't feel like fucking a girl, and now, he what? Dumps him? The bruise to his ego is one he can't stand, and that is why he is in this dive bar under a fake ID, drinking his rage away.He is stuck in his revenge plans against the alpha who took his father from him, and wants to hurt her where it will get to her the most. The perfect plan hasn't come to him yet. The door to the bar opens, and a very elegantly dressed young woman in big heart and dark glasses walks in, commanding attention her way as she heads towards Felix. “May I join you?” A female voice speaks beside Felix, catching his attention.When he looks up and sees the pretty young woman standing beside him, his
He promised them a payback, and he delivered. They humiliated him, killed his father, and turned his family into a laughingstock. Watching the rage on her face as she strides toward him was all the satisfaction he needed. He doesn't care what else comes after this. Even if she kills him, he will go with a smile on his face. Kendra could read the young teen's arrogance from miles away. The sight of his smug face tells her all she needs to hear. The fucker has a hand in her mate’s disappearance.There are lots of people in the club, music blasting, the air reeking with alcohol, smoke, and body odor.Kendra wades her way through the crowd—the crowd parted for her. The raw intensity of her emotions screamed danger, something most could see miles away, like a neon sign warning them to keep clear, and walking behind her is Jake.He is still trying to get his sea legs back, but is willing to back his Alpha should things escalate. Still, he needn’t have bothered, because the fierce-looking
As he drove toward Felix's house, Dylan muttered in disbelief to himself. His heart refused to believe that Felix played him, even when everything happening points to the very fact.As he pondered over Felix’s latest desire, Dylan’s fury rose like an inferno. He pressed down on the gas pedal of his vehicle and floored it, speeding like he was in a car chase.In his rage, he lost concentration, his mind focused so focused on his mate’s betrayal that he failed to see the red light, and ran across it, running into another car coming from the intersecting lane.The devastating crash that followed left the driver and Dylan seriously injured and unconscious.Nate arrived at the scene to find the police and the paramedics surrounding Dylan’s car, horrified and terrified at the same time for his friend. He got out of his car immediately and ran up to the vehicle.He explains who he is to the paramedics, and as Dylan is being taken out of his vehicle, his phone slips to the ground, catching Na
Dylan's phone wakes him up. He groans and rolls around on his bed, and finally opens his eyes, with his body turned in the direction he expects Felix to be.He blinks when he finds Felix's side of the bed, depressed, but no Felix.Puzzled by his mate's absence, Dylan frowns at the space. The phone ringing distracts him from his thoughts, and he turns toward it to find it on the table. His brow knots into another frown. His phone is supposed to be by his pillow. What is it doing on the table? Maybe he left it there and just forgot.Dylan dismisses his uneasiness and goes to answer his phone. His Alpha is on the other end, demanding his presence at the Pack house. He goes to his closet and gets dressed. As he leaves his house, he wonders why his Alpha wanted him to come to the Pack house. Did she find out about Felix?Dylan shakes his head, dismissing the disturbing thoughts. He just got back with Felix, so his Alpha can't know, unless the woman is a psychic. Which he wouldn't pu
Kendra’s bike echoes loudly into the evening as she rides into the driveway of the Pack House, her thoughts drifting away from the two-story building towering over her.The hunters have her mind chained; she can't think of anything else except how to neutralize them. The threat they pose to their people is one that the other alphas struggle to grasp, and getting a group of men to listen to her is like striking two stones together and getting nothing for your effort.The brunette grunts in frustration as she dismounts her bike. What she and her wolf crave after such a tiring conversation with the other alphas is the feel of her mate.She longs to hold her little mate, surround herself with her sweet scent, and bury herself inside her. They haven't made love since Jake’s disappearance because finding her second had taken priority over everything else.And now she needs her mate.Desperately.Every part of her body pulses with desire at the thought of mating with her little mate.With th
It's been two weeks since Jake was rescued, and the Pack still celebrates his return. Dylan, though happy for his friend’s arrival, has been feeling down.He carries his sadness everywhere he goes. His friends tried to cheer him up, but he refused to greet each morning with a smile.Today, he's brooding in his room, reluctant to leave its warm haven, not even for a shower or to find food for his hungry stomach.A knock sounds on his door, but he ignores it, pulling his bed sheet over his head and hoping the person will go away.He's not in the mood for visitors.Unfortunately, the person doesn't leave, and the knocking continues.What the fuck! Dylan yells, flinging the bed sheet off his face, frustration clear in his expression.The next knock makes him leap out of bed and rush to the door, his face set with rage.He’s about to lose it on whoever's outside that won't leave him alone.Furious like a wild bull, he swings the door open, coming face to face with the least expected faces







