Till Death Do Us PartHunter pov The morning of ourr wedding dawned clear and bright over Silverstone territory, the autumn air crisp with the promise of change. After everything we had endured—rejection, separation, warfare, and betrayal— Tara and I had decided to move forward with our ceremony despite the ongoing threats. Some moments were too important to postpone for fear. The clearing where the pack usually held our monthly meetings had been transformed into something magical. White silk drapes hung from the ancient oaks, their fabric catching the golden sunlight and creating an ethereal backdrop for the ceremony. Rows of wooden chairs faced a natural altar formed by two intertwined trees, their branches creating a perfect arch for the couple to stand beneath. Pack members from dozens of territories had traveled to witness the union that had become a symbol of hope for supernatural couples everywhere. The original guest list had been carefully vetted after Cole's betrayal, wit
Betrayal from Within Hunter pov I was reviewing the final preparations for our confrontation with Celeste when my father knocked on my office door, carrying a tablet with an expression that suggested the news would be both important and unwelcome. "We found the leak," Alpha Marcus announced without preamble, setting the device down on my desk with the kind of controlled fury that spoke of deep personal betrayal. I looked up from the tactical maps I had been studying, noting the tight lines around my father's eyes that indicated barely restrained anger. "Who?" "See for yourself," Marcus replied, activating the tablet's screen to display surveillance footage from the pack house's internal security system. The timestamp showed three days ago, late evening, when most pack members would have been in their quarters or common areas. The camera angle captured a section of hallway near my private office, and the figure moving stealthily through the shadows was immediately recognizab
Protective Fury Hunter pov The war room had emptied of everyone except me and Tara, the tactical displays still glowing with plans for their confrontation with Celeste Ravencroft. But I wasn't looking at maps or surveillance photos anymore. My attention was entirely focused on the woman sitting across from me, and the barely controlled rage that had been building in my chest since she'd shown me Celeste's threatening letter. "You realize what she's really saying, don't you?" I asked, my voice carrying the dangerous quiet that preceded explosive anger. "She's not just threatening to kill you. She's threatening to make it look like an accident, to eliminate you so thoroughly that no one will even know it was murder." Tara looked up from the intelligence reports she'd been reviewing, noting the tension in my shoulders and the way my hands had clenched into fists on the table surface. "I realize exactly what she's saying," Tara replied calmly. "Which is why we're going to make
The Counterstrike Tara pov The war room in the Silverstone pack house had been transformed into a command center for planning my response to Celeste Ravencroft's ultimatum. Maps covered every available surface, communication equipment hummed with activity, and the assembled team represented some of the most skilled intelligence operatives and tactical specialists in the supernatural community. But the most dangerous person in the room was me sitting calmly at the head of the conference table, my green eyes sharp with the kind of focused intensity that had carried me through every crisis of the past year. "Let me understand the situation clearly," I said, addressing the gathered team with the confident authority of someone who had learned to command respect through action rather than birthright. "Miss Ravencroft has been conducting surveillance on us for months, has documented our routines and vulnerabilities, and now believes she can intimidate me into abandoning Hunter through
Direct Confrontation Tara pov I was reviewing the final seating arrangements for our wedding reception when the package arrived. Unlike Celeste's previous deliveries, this one came without ceremony or announcement—simply appearing on my desk in the pack house library where I had been working through the morning's correspondence. The box was smaller than the previous gift, wrapped in black paper with my name written across the top in the same elegant script that had adorned Hunter's love letter. But something about this delivery felt different, more menacing, as if the careful politeness of earlier communications had been stripped away to reveal something uglier underneath. I studied the package for several minutes before opening it, my instincts warning me that whatever lay inside would be significantly less pleasant than enchanted jewelry. The weight distribution felt wrong, and there was a faint scent emanating from the wrapping that made my wolf instincts prick with unease.
The Fury of the Spurned Celeste pov Five hundred miles north of Silverstone territory, in the pristine wilderness that bordered the Northern Territories Pack lands, I stood before a massive mirror in my private chambers, my perfect features twisted with a rage that would have shocked anyone who knew my public persona. The scrying bowl on my dressing table still shimmered with residual magic, the enchanted water having just shown me exactly what I hadn't wanted to see—Hunter Blackwood making love to Tara McKenzie with a passion and devotion that left no doubt about where his loyalties lay. "How dare she," I whispered, my voice carrying the kind of venom that made the very air around me seem to darken. "How dare that insignificant little nobody claim what should be mine." I wanted his big cock bringing me orgasms and pleasure. I wanted his mouth on my nippers and pussy making me so wet I couldn't stand it, but instead, I got a front row seat to him fucking that cunt. I hated Tara