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
The admission hurt, but it was honest. And I'd asked for honesty. "Did you?" I asked, the question I'd been too afraid to voice. "When we were together. Intimate. Were you thinking about her?" He flinched like I'd struck him. "Sometimes. At first. And I hate myself for it. Emma, you deserved som
My Cheating Mate Emma pov I shouldn't be doing this. That's what I told myself as I let myself into Jeremy's house with the key I'd kept, armed with cleaning supplies and groceries. He was meeting with his father about the rogue situation, and I'd decided—impulsively, maybe foolishly—to take a
My Cheating Mate Emma pov The safe house was three hours north, deep in neutral territory where no pack had claim. We'd driven in silence, Jeremy checking the rearview mirror every few minutes, his jaw tight with tension. I felt like a coward. While my pack—my father, the enforcers, wolves I
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The plan had been for Emma to stay at the pack house in the fortified safe room with maximum security. She'd agreed. Promised. Said she'd follow protocols. But when the alarms blared at 3 AM, she was still at my house. We'd talked strategy until midnight—my father







