LOGINNoah POV “Cade, wake up! We leave in ten,” Silas’s voice cut through the tent. Noah’s heart jumped—today wasn’t just morning, it was the day everything changed.Cade’s arm was locked around his waist like a steel band, chest pressed to Noah’s back, morning wood digging into his ass like it had a personal vendetta.Noah tried to move.Cade’s arm tightened.“Not again,” Noah groaned, voice still rough from screaming half the night. “Cade, we fucked four times yesterday. My ass is on strike.”Cade nipped his shoulder, right over the fresh bite mark. “Five. I need five.”Noah laughed, couldn’t help it. “You animal.”“Missed you for weeks,” Cade muttered, grinding slow against him. “Gimme one more before we go fight your father-in-law.”Noah rolled over, kissed him soft. “You’re insane.”“And you love it.”They were still kissing, lazy and deep, when Silas’s voice boomed outside the tent.“Lovebirds! Sun’s up. We ride in twenty. Get your asses out here.”Cade flipped the tent flap the bir
Liv stood frozen in the hallway, ear pressed to the war-room door.Her father’s voice was ice.“We ride at dawn. Full strength. Cade’s gone rogue. The omega’s poisoned him. We take the boy, we take the Relic, we end this before Christmas. No survivors.”Liv’s stomach flipped.She backed away slow, heart hammering so loud she was scared they’d hear it.Cade and Nora had escaped two nights ago.She’d watched them climb out the window.She’d seen the blood trail in the snow.She’d heard the guards screaming.And she hadn’t said a damn word.Because Cade was her brother.And Noah was the closest thing to family Cade had ever had.So she did the only thing she could think of.She walked into the kitchen like nothing was wrong.Aunt Denise was elbow-deep in chili, sweat on her forehead.Aunt Carla was rolling pie crust and singing off-key Christmas carols.Aunt Marla was chopping onions and crying harder than usual.Grandma sat at the table peeling potatoes like she was skinning enemies.Li
Cade was on Noah like he’d been starving for years.He slammed him against the center pole, mouth crashing down, teeth clacking, tongues fighting. Hands everywhere, yanking shirts, ripping seams, nails dragging down skin hard enough to leave red lines.“I thought you were dead,” Cade growled against Noah’s lips, voice cracking. “I thought I lost you.”Noah kissed him harder, biting Cade’s lower lip until he tasted blood.“I’m here,” he gasped. “I’m right fucking here.”Cade’s hands dropped to Noah’s belt, tore it open, shoved his jeans down to his thighs. Noah’s cock sprang free, already leaking, flushed dark and curved up toward his stomach.Cade dropped to his knees without a word.He swallowed Noah to the root in one brutal slide.Noah’s head slammed back against the pole, a broken moan ripping out of him.Cade didn’t tease. He sucked like he was trying to pull Noah’s soul out through his dick, throat working, tongue flicking the slit, one hand cupping Noah’s balls and rolling the
Silas and Noah were halfway back to camp when Noah felt it—a sharp pull in his chest. A heartbeat that wasn’t his.Cade.He stopped so fast Silas almost crashed into him.“Wait—” Noah whispered, heart hammering. “Is that—Cade?”Silas inhaled, eyes flashing gold. “Someone’s close. Two someones.”Noah’s heart jumped into his throat.And then—a scent hit him. Warm. Familiar. Home.“Oh my god—” he started running.“Noah,” Silas snapped, grabbing his arm. “Stop.”“Let go, he’s right there—”Silas yanked him back against his chest, voice low and sharp in his ear. “Listen to me. Don’t run at him. Don’t give him hope that you’re leaving with him. The Whitlocks are unpredictable. Be smart.”Noah’s throat tightened.“But—he’s my—”“Control your emotions,” Silas said. “Or you’ll get him killed.”Noah swallowed hard, forcing himself to breathe.Then he saw them.Nora—covered in snow. Cade—sleeping, shaking, eyes wild.“Cade!” he shouted.“Noah?” he blinked like he was dreaming. “Noah!”Noahran s
“After we escaped your deadly father, the White Alpha and his hounds, I’m not dying out here because of your terrible tracking.”Nora collapsed against a tree, shaking. I'm the best….. Cade responded but was cut off“Cade, I swear to God, if you say you’re the ‘best tracker’ one more time, I’m pushing you into the snow.”Nora’s voice cracked through the freezing air.Cade stopped, breath shaking in front of him. “I didn’t say I’m the best tracker. I said I’m pretty good.”“You said ‘the best in our whole school,’” Nora shot back. “And we’ve been walking in circles for an hour.”Cade glared at the empty white field like it personally offended him. “Well… Alpha Silas covers his tracks. He probably does that wolf ninja thing—”“Mm-hm.” Nora raised a brow. “And you do the getting-us-lost thing.”Cade wanted to argue, but his leg throbbed again — the same leg that barely survived the lodge collapse. He tried to hide the limp. Didn’t work.Nora noticed.“You should stop,” she said softly.
The cave where the Mothlin wolves lived wasn’t far now—maybe ten minutes—but Silas had gone tense like a hunting hound catching a scent.His breath fogged hard in the air.“Someone’s following,” Silas growled.Noah blinked. “Wait—another wolf? From your pack?”Silas didn’t answer. He turned, spine rolling, wolf rising under his skin. His eyes flashed gold.“Come out,” he commanded—voice so deep the snow itself shivered.Silence.Silas’s canines lengthened.“I won’t warn you again.”A figure stepped out from behind a pine tree.Viktor.His hair was wild, snow clinging to his lashes, chest rising fast like he’d been running. He held his hands up immediately.“Alpha—please—don’t shift,” Viktor begged. “I—I didn’t mean—”Silas had him by the throat in a heartbeat.Noah flinched as Viktor was slammed against the trunk, snow shaking loose from the branches above.“Viktor,” Silas said quietly, dangerously, “you make killing you so easy.”Viktor choked. “Alpha—please—I wasn’t—”“I said I’d d
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“Get out” Layla whispered, the words scraping her throat like broken glass, barely audible over the smoke hissing from Big Daddy’s shattered skull.The living room was a war zone—wood shards glittering under the dying sunlight, oil pooling black like blood on the beige carpet, sparks popping from e
“Jesus-fucking-Christ, my back,” Noah groaned, rolling onto his side on the cold garage floor.Everything hurt. His ass. His thighs. His heart.The creeper board was still under him, covered in dried cum and grease.Cade was gone. Truck gone. Scent already fading.Noah closed his eyes, swallowed ha
“How could you disgrace us like this” her mother shrieked, the slap still echoing in Layla’s ears, cheek burning like fire.The living room exploded into chaos—voices overlapping, furniture scraping, tears and accusations flying like shrapnel. Sunlight sliced through the blinds, striping the carpet







