“Fuck!” I yell into the emptiness of the plane cabin, slamming my fist against the window. I’m heading to Guadalajara to find Esteban and bring him home. But nothing about this feels right.What’s tearing me apart—more than Chris’s vision or even Meredith’s—is that we can’t reach him. Nico’s tried mindlinking Esteban over and over. Nothing. Phone calls go straight to voicemail. Not a single sign of life.Jake, Esteban’s cousin, gave us his number. We’ve all tried. Still nothing.And now Kayla’s been taken.My stepmother. Summer’s mom. Just—gone. And those twisted, cloth-draped death cultists had the nerve to threaten my sister next.Uncle Dev is the one who broke the news. “I know this is a lot. Gael, Hakeem, and Arya are heading to your dads’. I’m going to Chris to make sure she’s safe. Liam, Sandra, and Bhakti are on their way too.”“What about Rowen and Summer? What’s going on with them?” I ask, already knowing the answer.“I’m calling them when I get off the phone with you,” he say
I come awake all at once, screaming for my mother, tears immediately falling from my eyes. “Mama!” It takes a few seconds for things to come into focus and for me to understand what is happening. I’m in a cell, cuffed in silver to the wall by my wrists and a chain around my neck. There is enough slack in the chains that I can use the bucket that they’ve set beside me for a bathroom and to a small cot for a bed. There’s a single window up high on the wall, but it’s so high and so small there’s no point in trying to get to it. There’s also a single, bare light bulb in the room that while make it so that we can see at night, but there’s no way for me to turn on the light from the inside, meaning I’m at the mercy of my captors for even light to see by. And right now, the night sky is overcast and and the light is off. The place smells rank, like piss, mold, and the incense of the Riding Hoods. But as I’m waking up more, I’m getting another scent, that of orange and honeysuckle.
I’m trying my best to stay calm, but it’s a losing battle. My second-chance mate has been kidnapped by the Riding Hoods.Do you know how much it guts an alpha—even an ex-alpha—to know he couldn’t keep his mates safe? My wolf is feral with grief and rage. At this point, every single one of my mates has been kidnapped. Brandon by Casen, Severn, and Corrinda. And now both of my she-wolf mates have been taken by the fucking Riding Hoods.And now our pups are gone too. Because if Kayla is pregnant, and she is, it’s twins. It’s always twins.My wolf is clawing at my insides, howling with helplessness. Doesn’t help that we’re wading through piles of the dead, identifying bodies alongside Gus. We’re looking for anyone—anyone—who might’ve survived. So far? No one.The Riding Hoods didn’t just ambush this pack—they annihilated it. There’s a circular scorch mark in the center of town, inside the barbed wire perimeter, like it was ground zero for a goddamn missile launch.I sent pictures to Bella.
I wake up in the hospital. The light coming through the windows is all wrong. It should be dark. Why does the light look like mid afternoon? It’s only then that I realize that I’m not in my bedroom or even in my suite. I sit up and realize that I’m in a room at the pack hospital. And I’m not alone. The second that I move, Aubrey calls out, “She’s awake.” Meredith, Uncle Dev, Bhatki, Liam, and Sandra, along with ALL SIX of my grandparents, all swarm into the room, along with Dr. Hazel. Shit, I’ve never had so many medical wolves around me at once. Bhakti, Dr. Hazel, and Uncle Dev are immediately swarming the machines, checking my vitals, and feeling my forehead. That is, until Dr. Hazel pulls rank. “Alpha Devin, Luna Bhakti, I get that Chris is one of you now and is very much like family, but she is my patient and I need you to back up so that I can check on her and the pup, ok?” Uncle Dev looks like he’s about to object, but Bhakti puts her hand on his shoulder, pulling h
The cell already smells like shit—mold, piss, fear—but when the Red One walks in, it gets worse. That cloying stench of death and incense hits me in the face, and I’m sprinting for the toilet, gagging up what little bile is left in my stomach.Goddess help me—I can't take that smell for five more months. If she keeps coming in here, I’m going to puke every time.“Ugh. Acolyte, take care of that,” the Red One snaps.“Yes, Red One,” the raven-haired girl murmurs immediately. She approaches me with a pitcher in her hands. I drop into a defensive crouch, ready to fight, but she just sets the cup gently on the floor.“It’s just water,” she says softly. “Nothing else. See?”She pulls a Dixie cup from a holder by the sink, pours the water, and drinks it in front of me.“I thought you might be thirsty. I know you’re probably sensitive to smells right now. I’m going to perform an incantation—it’ll help with the nausea.”I watch her closely, and so does Esteban. She speaks in a language I don’t
Hearing about my mother being missing was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with. Having Rowen there was a huge help. He took care of me: helped me bathe, fed me, slept next to me, and held me. Though, it was still hard even with him there. We had been close once, but when Jared and I kind of went our separate ways, so had Rowen and I. Though feeling him next to me and having him hold me while I cried was a huge help, it wasn’t the same thing as having a friend there. Fati and JoJo came home and stayed with us for a while, but they had to fly out to Artemis pack with their Mom. That was the other thing, Chris had still be passed out until early afternoon today. And then, when she found out everything about Esteban and my mom, she passed out again, even with Devin trying to calm her down. The stress was so much on her body that she started bleeding and Devin had to work some healing mojo on her so that she wouldn’t lose the baby. I think that if that had ha
I figured Summer would be too shaken to want anything physical. Her mom’s kidnapping? That kind of trauma doesn’t usually leave room for sex.But Rowen opens a mindlink mid-landing, pushing images through—Summer sprawled out, flushed and needy, practically begging to be touched. She's choosing distraction, and the distraction she wants is us.No hesitation. Rowen and I are always game for that.The second I stepped through the terminal and saw her, I didn’t even speak. I dropped to my knees and dove into her pussy like I’d been starving for it—and maybe I was. I can still taste her on my lips, feel her slick on my chin. My dick is painfully hard, tenting my jeans in a way that makes walking feel like punishment.Rowen sees me struggling, glances at the very obvious bulge, and barks a laugh. “Trouble walking there, big guy?”“Fuck off,” I growl, playfully shoving him with my shoulder.He laughs even harder, but his irises are already bleeding black. He’s as turned on as I am.We head s
We’ve returned to the Artemis area, determined to pack up Chris and get her out of there, along with the rest of our wolves. We don’t want the Riding Hoods to come here in an attempt to get Chris and hurt anyone else. Meredith, Hakeem, Aubrey, and I have been working together to to get wolves moved to different areas. Not everyone lives close to the packhouse, with many wolves preferring to be within an hour run. They like to be more out in the woods and in nature. Normally, we wouldn’t need to worry about them as much as we do those near the packhouse when we’re worried about fighting. Those wolves that live further out have to be better fighters, better at concealing themselves, and better at defence. There also tends to be a witch or two in their midst, so the magic is helpful.But now? Now we need everyone out of the territory. As their leaders, we have to make the executive decision to take care of everyone.Working with the surrounding area alphas, we move our wolves
I have no idea where we are or how long we’ve been here. Loviatar, the scary ass bitch, has us tucked away in between words. We can interact with objects in the real world, but are more wraiths than anything. It has the benefit of not being hungry, tired, or thirsty, but it’s a rather lonely existence. The only time since Loviatar has ‘saved’ us that we’ve had interaction from the outside world is when Nyx contacted me through the coin. Her words still haunt me. “I was the one that set up the ambush on the witches in the fae realm. I was the one that killed all the witches that you left behind.” “We’re coming for you.” “I’ll be the one that finally puts you down.”I have no idea where I went wrong with her. I treated her the exact way that my mother treated me and her mother treated her. It inspired unending devotion and a need to please in both me and my mother. I had no idea how much Nyx hated me. She always showed such deference. Like she revered me, as she should.
I’ve been hanging out with some of the acolytes from the Crone, Maiden, and Mother covens since we came Arcadia. It’s been great to be around all of these witches again. I’ve missed the sisterhood that comes with it. Many of the witches were weary about interacting with me. But after calls from Nora, Citra, and Bella, they relaxed. With their leaders believing me, they were willing to give me a chance. Though my powers are far and above the acolytes, they are the closest to my age and I’d rather find some friends than a magical peer. Not that’d I would have find one anyway. When I told Kayla that my powers are far above behind and beyond any other witch’s, I was telling the truth. The unfortunate part is that I don’t have a lot of the same experiences as they do. Being stuck in underground tunnels with old hags my whole life and very little interaction with the outside world, I don’t have a lot in common with them. My accent and the fact that I’m still seen as a Riding H
“So, what are we thinking?” Roman asks the second his ass hits the chair.“About what, Roman? We’ve got a whole damn list of crises to choose from,” Zak replies, amused.“Geez, man. Can we at least all sit down first? I haven’t even had coffee yet,” Erick grumbles. He and Roman act like brothers, which means constant shit-talking. “No idea how Justine puts up with your impatience. I’d have you bound and gagged every morning until I finished my espresso.”Roman waggles his eyebrows. “Who says she doesn’t?”Justine strolls by and smacks him on the back of the head. “What did I say about sharing bedroom secrets, dumbass?”Erick groans. “TMI, man. So much TMI.”I laugh, despite myself. They remind me of how it used to be with Charlie, Zak, Brandon, and me. Zak, Brandon, and I still have it, but Charlie’s absence is always there. Even though I see her once a month, I still miss her every damn day.The room is slowly filling with alphas, lunas, lunes, and the Elite. We pushed the meeting to
Alexander and Jared ask to speak with me in the Alpha suite after the ceremony. I wait until the party winds down and let Mémé Clara take Lily up to our rooms. Esteban and I ride the elevator to the fifth floor of the packhouse.“Why do you think they want to talk to you?” Esteban asks, though I know he already suspects the answer.“There’s only one reason they’d call me the night they discover they’re mates,” I reply, dry as dust.“The same reason Jacob didn’t take his role as lune tonight?” His face mirrors the anxiety I’ve been trying not to drown in. This conversation won’t be easy.I nod. “JoJo.”Jacob greets us at the door, already changed out of his formal wear. I hug him.“Hey, cuz. How’re you holding up?”He hugs me back, strong but sad. “Reaping the consequences of my rash decisions,” he says quietly.He hugs Esteban too.“Hey, Jacob. Congrats on finding your mate,” Esteban says, doing the classic male hug with a back pat.Jacob offers a weak smile before Alexander walks in f
I stand in front of a large group of wolves, fresh matemarks still stinging on my neck. It’s a stark contrast to my twin, who stands beside me with a bittersweet air—his excitement undercut by a sharp edge of sadness. I feel for Alexander and Jacob. They’re my brothers. I love them. And seeing them hurting like this? It guts me.But for now, I can’t fix it.For now, I have to stand here. I have to make it through this ceremony, and then through mating time. After that? I’ll help them. I’ll help them reach out to their mate. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll help them deal with the rejection—no matter how ugly it gets.“Brothers and sisters!” Declan’s voice booms across the room, pulling my attention back to the ceremony. “We are here today to welcome another alpha and beta into the Moon Goddess Pack!”The hall erupts—cheers, foot-stomping, wolf whistles, fists pounding tables.Declan lifts his hands, and the crowd falls quiet again. “When our Goddess created wolves in the image of her son
All of us fall forward, bodies in tangles in the sheets. But the rest doesn’t last long. Because Rowen’s wolf is the one that is always closest to the surface, he tends to incite Summer and my wolves into even more of a frenzy, especially when we are in bed. And now? When we still have one more mate to mark? They are rubbing themselves around in our minds, urging us to complete the bond. They want their final mate marked and mated. And I, for one, am very happy to oblige. I manuver in the bed so that I’m behind Rowen. I pull on his hips until he’s on his knees. “Mmmm, what are you doing back there, Jare?” he asks, his voice full of desire. “Fucking my mate,” I growl out, slamming into his hole, bottoming out in one thrust. “Holy shit!” he nearly screams, pain and pleasure mixed. I know that his wolf loves the savageness with which I’m taking him. And I know that Rowen himself loves it when we dominate him. It doesn’t happen often, because he’s just so damn good at it.
Rowen has to carry me to the bedroom. I’m not kidding you when I say that the orgasm I just had was the most intense in my entire life. It was like pleasure not only took over my pussy, but infused through every fiber, every neuron, every cell of my body. I’m pretty sure that I blacked out. My wolf was so satisfied, I think she actually purred like a goddess-damned cat! But the satisfaction didn’t last long. I have two mates to mark. Jared has a bottle of lube in his hand, crawling towards us on his knees across the bed. Rowen sets me down and I immediately start crawling over to Jared. “Lay down,” I tell both of them. They are both going to be getting fucked tonight. Might as well make sure they are both loosened, lubed, and ready. Because the way that my arousal is still flowing down my thighs, I’m not going to need it. When they are in position, I pour lube on both of their holes. “Closer together,” I tell them. “I want to suck on both of your cocks while I finger y
We stayed with Dad throughout the night, laughing about old times, talking about the responsibilities that will come with our new positions, and discussing the matebond. I can’t wait to get back and wake up to find my mates. The fact that I already know exactly who they are—that they’re the ones I’ve wanted my entire life—takes away all the anxiety I’d been carrying up to my birthday. Now, I’m just filled with excitement and impatience.“Am I allowed to tell Summer?” I ask Dad as we’re getting ready to leave.“Yes,” he replies, grinning wide. “You can even mark her if you want. She’ll feel the sparks.” His face suddenly shifts to a worried expression. “Selene was supposed to be here to tell you that. She swore me to secrecy a long time ago—hell, before Jared’s birthday. She said she arranged it this way because the three of you are Elite warriors and will be needed in the war to come. She wants you at your strongest. But she isn’t here, and we can’t find any sign of her or Hecate.”Tha
I had a feeling I’d see my boys tonight—the night before they were born. Their 21st birthday. It’s wild to think that the babes I once held in my arms—the pups I watched grow both here and on Earth—are about to become fully fledged wolves.I’m so damn proud of the males they’ve become. Strong. Brave. Kind. Loving. And above all else—happy. I love them so deeply it sometimes feels like my chest could crack open just from the weight of it. I’m the proudest papa wolf in the damn universe.Right now, though? Alexander’s been dealt a shit hand. A really shit hand. And I feel awful for him. Jacob screwed the pooch hard on that one.I still don’t get it. I wanted my mates more than anything. The only reason I ever considered rejecting Arya was to save her pain, not mine. But I always wanted them.I know who all our pups are mated to—Rowen, Alexander, Jacob. And yeah, I know who Zak and Brandon’s pups are matched with, too (including Nyx). And tonight, I plan to ease at least one of my kids’ b