LOGINThat vampire wasn't going to die hunting Marcus Dane and Elena Frost. He was going to come home. Eventually. When the hunt was done. I just had to trust that. Had to believe it despite seven days of silence. Had to— I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, sunlight was stream
I thought back. Past the recent years, past childhood, to the earliest memory I could find. "I was three," I said finally. "Maybe almost four. I was in the pack house garden—Mama's garden with all the night-blooming flowers. And I was trying to draw them but my crayons weren't the right colors and
My Cheating Mate Grace pov Seven days. Seven days since Uncle Cas had left to hunt Marcus Dane and Elena Frost. Seven days of silence. No calls. No texts. No updates through the vampire network that usually kept us informed. Just—nothing. I stared at my phone for the hundredth time that ho
Courtney's eyes went wide. "Not—not prison? Not exile?" "The Council recognizes your age, your cooperation, your genuine remorse, and the manipulative environment you were raised in," Madeline continued. "We also recognize the testimony of your victim, Grace Trent, advocating for rehabilitative co
The Council members conferred quietly. Then Madeline spoke again. "Grace Trent. Please approach to provide testimony." I stood on shaking legs. Connor squeezed my hand once before releasing it. I walked to the center position—standing a few feet from where Courtney sat. "Miss Trent," Madeline
"Did you know about the planned assault?" Christopher asked. "No. Not until after." She shook her head. "The Preservation Front contacted me three days before the attack. My father—" Her voice broke. "Thomas Vex was my father. I didn't know he was high-level Preservation Front leadership until Lor
"That you were going to use her as a broodmare and then reject her," Vanessa finished, her voice hard. "Yes, I remember. We talked about it extensively. While we were fucking in this very office." The bluntness of it made me flinch. Hearing our plan stated so baldly, without any of the justificati
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white as I drove through the night toward the address my private investigator had finally tracked down. Emma was three states away, holed up in some seedy motel that made my wolf snarl with protective instinct.
My Cheating Mate Emma pov The hot water stung my wounds, turning pink as it swirled down the drain. I pressed my forehead against the cold tile wall and tried to focus on the pain in my arm instead of the confusion in my head. Jeremy was hurt. I'd seen the blood, the deep gashes across his r
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I finished bandaging the worst of my wounds with the supplies Emma had left behind, my hands shaking slightly from blood loss and exhaustion. Every movement pulled at the gashes across my ribs, sending sharp spikes of pain through my body. My phone buzzed. Then agai







