LOGIN"Still feels like it's my fault." "It's the Preservation Front's fault. Marcus and Elena's fault. The fault of wolves who think violence is an acceptable response to families choosing love over tradition." I kissed her forehead. "Not your fault. Never your fault." We sat together while Grace pro
Should I wake her? Tell her what was happening? No. Alpha Jeremy was right. Let her sleep. Let her have a few more hours of not knowing, not processing, not imagining worst-case scenarios. When she woke up, it would be over. One way or another. Grace shifted in her sleep, making a small distre
My Cheating Mate Connor pov Grace had finally fallen asleep. Really asleep this time—not the fitful, anxious half-sleep she'd been managing for the past week. Actual deep sleep where her breathing evened out and her face relaxed and some of the terrible tension left her body. I sat beside he
That 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
My Cheating Mate Emma pov The pack house meeting room was packed. Every adult member of Crescent Moon Pack had shown up, sensing that something significant was about to happen. The air buzzed with speculation and whispered conversations. I sat in the front row next to my father, my laptop clut
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The bakery's cinnamon roll scent had just hit my nose when the sirens blared—three sharp wails that made every wolf in hearing distance freeze. Attack. Rogues. All fighters to defensive positions. My wolf surged forward instantly, years of training overriding the
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I signed off on another stack of patrol reports without really reading them, my mind wandering for the hundredth time today. The words blurred together—perimeter secure, no rogue activity, all clear. Three months. It had been three months since the pack meeting, thr
Was he right? Was I only sorry because I'd been caught, because Emma had left, because I was facing the loss of everything? No. The realization settled in my chest with surprising clarity. I was sorry because I'd hurt her. Because I'd seen the devastation in her eyes, heard the pain in her voice,







