Se connecterWe ran. Through smoke and explosions and bodies. Through the worst attack I'd ever witnessed. Through my grandfather's final strike against everything we believed. Behind us, I could hear Thomas's voice. Still on the platform. Still in chains. Still facing execution but winning anyway through mass
"But Thomas is still on the platform!" Rose was right. Through the smoke and chaos, I could see my grandfather. Still standing. Still in chains. Still smiling that terrible smile. "Nate, if this is revenge, why isn't he escaping?" "Because he's the distraction." Uncle Cas understood now too. "Rose
The Rejected Mate Nate pov The execution grounds were packed. Hundreds of supernatural creatures had gathered to witness Thomas Reed's death. Wolves from traditional packs. Vampires from established covens. Council representatives. Press. Witnesses who wanted to see justice served for terroris
"But I gave him the excuse—" "He would have created an excuse regardless." I was firm now. "Nate, stop blaming yourself. Your grandfather made his choices. Recruited his rogues. Planned his attacks. Built his conspiracy for fifteen years before you even met me. You're not responsible for his extre
"He wasn't who you thought he was. Nate, that's not your fault. Children see the best in people. See what they're shown. You didn't know about his extremism because he hid it. Because he was—he was good at pretending to be someone different." "For fifteen years. Dad said Grandfather's been plannin
The Rejected Mate Rose pov I woke to an empty bed. For a moment—one terrible, panicked moment—I thought it was a nightmare. That Nate was gone. That the poison had killed him after all. That I'd lost him despite the antidote working. Then I heard his voice. Low. Strained. Coming from the win
My Cheating Mate Connor pov The door clicked shut behind Lord Castellan. For about three seconds, Grace and I just stood there, processing. Three days. Kidnapping plot. Maximum security. Protection protocols. Then Grace turned to me. Her eyes were dark. Determined. Still a little scared, b
*I know. I'm not going to let that happen. I'm coming home.* *Home. I like that you call it home.* *It is home. Where you are is home.* I could imagine her smiling at that. Could picture her in her studio, paint-stained hands and that focused expression she got when she was creating something.
Silence on the other end. Then: "You're talking about Alpha Jeremy Trent's daughter. Lord Castellan's niece. That Grace Trent." "Yes." "Miss Vex, do you understand what you're asking? The Trent pack has vampire alliance. Has Council connections. Has one of the most powerful supernatural coalitio
"How much time?" "Grace gave me twenty-four hours. I have eighteen left." "She gave you a deadline?" Courtney's laugh was sharp. "That's very—controlling. Connor, is that really the kind of mate you want? Someone who issues ultimatums?" *She's protecting herself. She saw you with Courtney and







