LOGINMax's POVNone of them laugh."Well, anyway, as I'm sure you can understand... I'm not okay with it."Oscar frowns."But how will that even work? You're four Alphas, with three packs between you. Where will you live? Which pack will Zahra be Luna of? I don't understand the logistics."I shrug again.You and me both."All good questions. I haven't got a clue. Are we supposed to do some kind of time-share arrangement where we each get one week a month with our mate? Or are we all supposed to abandon our packs every few days just to see her?"I shake my head, despair settling heavily in my chest."None of this is her fault. She didn't ask for any of this... but I don't want to share my mate. I've waited my whole life to find her... to have her. And now I'm expected to share her with three other men?"The silence stretches."So what?" Zach growls, his voice low and dangerous. "You're going to reject my sister?""I... I don't really know what else to do.""Even after everything she's been
Max's POVI stare at my phone, the screen black and silent. Nothing. No texts, no calls. I thought maybe Xander would have checked on me... or told me to come home.I take in the room around me. It's comfortable, well-appointed but not fussy. Natural materials, a lot of wood, but it doesn't feel too hillbilly. It's rustic but modern somehow.The view out of the window overlooks the pack. The pack house is set on a slight hill, and beyond it the forest stretches into the distance, with the pack settled amongst the trees. I can see people going about their daily tasks, and there's a steady influx as people start arriving for breakfast.Shit, it's nearly time to go down.I pocket my phone, disappointment still thrumming through me as I leave the bedroom and start down the stairs. My gut churns as I think back over what happened when I returned to the unit house the day before yesterday.***** Flash back*******I run, tearing through the undergrowth.Fuck! Fucking fuck, fuck!My fucking t
Max's POVWe climb to the top floor, and as we pass, I notice the first floor consists of the Gamma and Delta apartments, with some offices as well. When we reach it, the top floor is divided into two, the Beta apartment and the Alpha apartment.Grandma leads me towards the front door of the Alpha apartment and opens it.Inside, the lights are low, lamps on various surfaces lit instead of the overhead lights. There are large rugs everywhere in reds, browns, and blues, which give an immediate sense of warmth. The wooden panelling continues in here, with so many pictures on the wall it feels like a gallery.The short hallway opens out into a large open-plan living space with an attached kitchen, where I see several people sitting on the bar stools and standing around talking.They all stop and stare as we walk in.My shoulders tense instinctively."Here he is," Grandma says excitedly.My grandfather stands, his tall, broad frame exactly as I remember. He looks like he's not aged since h
Max's POVI let out a groan of discomfort as I pull my truck through the gates and up to the warrior checkpoint at the entrance to Eclipse Pack.Distance hasn't done a damn thing to quiet my mind. If anything, every mile I've driven has made the ache in my chest worse. The bond stretches between us, thin but unbroken, pulling at me with a constant, relentless pain.I wind my window down as my back protests. I've been driving for hours. I glance at the clock on my dash.It's eleven forty-five p.m.So yeah, nearly seventeen hours, with only one stop for gas and a piss."Evening," I say as the warrior approaches."State your name and business, please," the warrior asks as he nears the window, while keeping his distance so I can't reach him through the glass.There's movement around the truck as more warriors scan the car and check underneath it for explosives."Alpha Max Hunt from Bloodmoon. I'm here to see my uncle, Alpha Gascoigne."He pauses when he hears my name, then his eyes glaze
Lincoln's POVI hear a noise, a low hum, and Lex's ears flick forwards. The bond shimmers, and I realise the pressure in my chest has eased.Zahra's closer.That must be the boat.I walk around the veranda to the front of the house and arrive just as Xander exits the front door.We stand side by side as the boat approaches the jetty.Fucking hell, this is pathetic, but the anticipation I feel is insane. It's like it's Christmas morning and I'm five years old again, waiting to tear open the best present under the tree.I can't contain it anymore. The need to see her and have her in my arms again is so intense. I step off the porch at the same time Xander does. I don't even acknowledge him or the timing as we both walk quickly towards the jetty.We reach it just as the boat does.Zahra's smiling face peers up at us.The knot that's been sitting in my chest all day loosens instantly.She looks radiant.The mark on her neck is proudly displayed, still red around the edges, but it's a beau
Lincoln's POVBy the time the bond stops thrumming with lust and desire, my body is sweaty and my boxers are a sticky mess.Ignoring the discarded plates of pasta, I head upstairs for a shower. My poor dick is tender in the water. I don't think I've pulled on it this much in a twelve-hour period ever. Maybe not even when I hit puberty.When I get back downstairs, Xander is tidying up in the kitchen.I can't look at him.Clearly, he was as affected as I was, but it's weird knowing your friend was just jerking off like a demented sex pest. I don't even know where he went to. Did he even make it to his room? Or do I need to avoid a sofa from now on?I hurry past him back outside and retrieve my phone.I dial Sam's number, and he answers after two rings."Linc, hey. How are things?"I can hear the hope in his voice. I told him the other day that I'd met my mate, but not who she is, or that I'm only one of her mates. That felt like a face-to-face conversation. I just told him we were takin
Xander's POVI watch as Max’s eyelids flutter in his sleep. He’s restless, and every now and then he shifts like he’s agitated, and I’m fairly sure he woke me up talking or calling out, because about twenty minutes ago I jolted awake like someone had shouted my name.His dark eyelashes fan his chee
Tobias's POVI stare at my phone. Still nothing.It’s been a fucking week, and there’s still no reply.I thought we’d cleared the air that night. The night I exposed my neck and bared my soul to her. I cried. She cried. She let me hold her. And then she’s just… ghosted me since.The small part of m
Zahra's POVTwenty minutes drags like an hour when you’re sat under fluorescent lighting with nothing to do but anticipate. I watch the door. I watch Grady. I watch the other warriors and try to read their shoulders, their hands, their breathing. Everyone is pretending not to give a shit. Everyone
Tobias's POVThe afternoon is a blur. I’ve no fucking clue what I did, or didn’t do. After seeing the stricken look on Max’s face, I don’t remember anything else.I’m back in my suite now. I’ve showered, and now I’m sitting staring at the blank TV in silence, my mind a weird combination of static an







