I have no idea where we are, or how long we’ve been here.Loviatar—the terrifying bitch—has us tucked somewhere between worlds. We’re ghosts more than witches now, drifting like shadows. We can touch things in the real world, but not interact with them for long. No hunger. No thirst. No sleep. It’s existence stripped to bone.It’s also suffocatingly lonely.The only contact I’ve had since Loviatar “rescued” us was Nyx, through the coin. And her words?They still haunt me.“I was the one who set up the ambush on the witches in the fae realm. I was the one who killed the witches you left behind.” “We’re coming for you.” “I’ll be the one that finally puts you down.”I don’t understand where I went wrong with her.I raised her exactly the way my mother raised me. The way her mother raised her. It worked for centuries. That kind of discipline inspires loyalty. Devotion. Obedience.Nyx showed it, too—reverence in her eyes, deference in her voice.I did everything for her. For us. To make
I’ve been hanging out with some of the acolytes from the Crone, Maiden, and Mother covens since we arrived in Arcadia. It’s been... fine. Being around witches again felt like breathing fresh air after living in a bunker. I missed the sisterhood.At first, the younger witches were wary of me. Understandable. But once Nora, Citra, and Bella vouched for me, the tension eased. Sort of. They still treat me like a cautionary tale with cool magic tricks. Not exactly friendship, but close enough to fake it.My power’s way beyond theirs—that’s not a brag, it’s just facts. I told Kayla that I was stronger than most witches, and I wasn’t exaggerating. But power doesn’t equal belonging.They’re nice. They’re sweet. They’re not my people.I don’t have their stories. I wasn’t raised in covens, giggling over spells and gossip. I grew up underground with ancient hags and no sunlight. My accent’s different. My energy’s different. Hell, I’m different.And whether they admit it or not, I’m still a Riding
“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
We collapse forward in a tangle of limbs and tangled sheets, breathless and flushed. But the rest doesn’t last long. Rowen’s wolf, always the closest to the surface, ignites something wild in both Summer and me—especially in bed. And now, with one mate still unmarked, our wolves are clawing at our insides, practically howling to complete the bond.And I, for one, am more than happy to oblige.I shift behind Rowen, gripping his hips and guiding him up onto his knees.“Mmm, what are you doing back there, Jare?” he asks, voice thick with lust.“Fucking my mate,” I growl, thrusting into him in one brutal push.“Holy shit!” he gasps, voice pitched with pain and pleasure. I know his wolf loves the savagery—and so does Rowen. He’s dominant by nature, but when we flip the script? He thrives.“Fuck, you’re tight,” I grit out, frozen in place to keep from coming too fast.“That’s hot as hell,” Summer moans. I glance over and see her spread wide, fingers gliding through slick folds before circlin