LOGINWREN’S POV
The next morning, I stretched with a contented sigh even though a dull ache lingered at the back of my skull and between my thighs. For some reason, I still felt good. The usual vivid dreams I had about Alpha Ronan seemed so real last night. Rolling over, my hand brushed against warm skin and I frowned. What? Blinking my eyes open I froze mid yawn. A man’s naked muscular back filled my vision, broad and powerful with a tattoo stretching across it. The tattoo was of a lycan, a creature more powerful than any werewolf and rumored to be immortal. Why had I never noticed it before? But that wasn’t the point. What was I doing here? Then everything hit me like a brick square in the face. Alpha Ronan was my mate. Last night wasn’t a dream. He’d taken my virginity. He had fucked me. Scrambling out of the bed, I clutched the sheet to my chest, my face burning in embarrassment. Clothes were scattered everywhere, my ears ringing as I tried to make sense of it all. I just slept with my mother’s HUSBAND. He didn’t move, sitting at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands silent and still. I thought maybe he wouldn’t say anything at all and I considered sneaking out. I wanted to forget. He rejected me after all. But he stood abruptly, making me gasp. He was in front of me in an instant all tall, commanding, and very very NAKED. There in my eyes. And Jesus. That thing entered me? His eyes burned with pure rage and hatred and something else. I gripped the sheet tighter around me but it felt like it wasn’t enough to shield me from his wicked whiskey eyes. “You got what you wanted. Your dream, huh?” he sneered, taking a step closer. “N–no” I stammered, wincing as flashes of my drunken rambling from the night before came flooding back. “Don’t you dare act innocent now” his voice was furious, his words laced with contempt. “You’re my stepdaughter, and you let me fuck you? A virgin?” “I was d-drunk” I stuttered, even though we both knew that wasn’t the whole truth. I have wanted him to fuck me since I turned sixteen years old and knew what people used to do behind closed doors. No one knew that though. It was the only secret I never told Piper. How do I begin to tell her I wanted her father to do grown people things with me? Uh huh. “I rejected you but you still spread your legs for me?” His growl pierced through the room, his eyes glowing as his wolf surfaced. Before I could respond and before I could defend myself or explain, he grabbed me by the neck. His grip wasn’t crushing but it was firm enough to pin me in place. Then, I felt the sharp sting of his fangs piercing my skin. I blanked for a moment before I screamed then it turned into a moan as the sheet slipped from my grasp. My hands instinctively latched onto his broad shoulders for support as the pain melted into an overwhelming pleasure that made me shiver all over. His lips pressed against the mark, almost soothing it and I trembled under his hold. My entire body shook in his arms at the feeling. I was heady, barely recognizing the sounds I was making. He’d rejected me. So why was he marking me? I didn’t care. For a moment, nothing mattered but the electric sensations going through me. His body pressed against mine was solid and I tilted my head further giving him access. He inhaled deeply, his lips trailing from my neck to my jaw then capturing mine in a kiss. It wasn’t gentle or loving. It was raw and possessive and punishing and demanding. And I gave in completely because there is no other thought other than giving in. He dragged me back to the bed and fucked me again. He didn’t care that I was a virgin just yesterday but I enjoyed every second of it. I passed out again after he wrought orgasms from me that I never thought I was capable of giving. I felt sated in my sleep. *** When I woke up again, he was fully dressed in casual clothing standing by the window. I blinked, deciding whether to pretend to be asleep until he leaves but I can’t pretend to save my life. He didn’t turn but the way his shoulders tense, I knew he knew I was awake. He sipped from the glass of whiskey I didn’t notice earlier. The weather wasn’t that hot since it’s winter and time for Christmas. Why did my mother say otherwise? “Since I was foolish to mark you and not fight the mating bond, it will be hard for me not to fuck you whenever you’re in my vicinity” Alpha Ronan said not to turn around. The way he said fuck? Fuck indeed. I never thought I’d hear Alpha Ronan speak like that. I swallowed but refused to say anything. What will I say anyway? “I have a proposal for you” he turned around, his golden eyes fixing me in place like two dispassionate bullets. Of course he didn’t wait for me to say anything. It is not optional. He is going to command me and I have no other option but to obey. “You will be my mistress while we are here on the island for the rest of the holiday. I will reject you again as soon as all this is done” he started walking towards me in a predatory manner. “Then I will find a job for you far away from the pack so I don’t have to see you again” he stood before me, eyes filled with a wicked kind of lust that made my core tighten. “Deal?” He leaned down and held my chin in his free hand. I swallowed around his hand, his gaze lowered to my naked breasts then up upwards to my neck. His hand moved to my neck, where his mark was and he tightened his hold there. Choking me. “Do we have a deal, kitten?” he asked again, his hand tightening another notch around my neck. I swallowed again. Kitten? I think I like it. “Yes” I breathe out, smelling MY arousal in the room. He let me go with a glint in his emotionless eyes then turned around and left the room. It is going to be a long holiday.RONANThe silk was a cool, firm pressure against my wrists. I tested the bonds, not to escape but to feel their strength. Wren knew her knots. They held fast, securing my arms to the ornate headboard of our bed. The stress of the last week (a border dispute with the Silver Creek pack, a failed harvest along with endless weight of leadership) had settled deep in my shoulders, a knot I couldn't untangle. Then Wren had proposed this. Her request. Her game.I lay on my back, naked watching her. She stood at the foot of the bed, a vision in soft black lace and sheer stockings that ended in delicate garters. But it was the ears perched in her hair and the fluffy tail swaying gently behind her that completed the look. My kitten. She wanted to play but tonight, she held the power. I was here for it. I needed to let go, to let her take control.She crawled onto the bed, her movements fluid, predatory. The mattress dipped with her weight. She didn't touch me yet. She just looked, her eyes dar
RONAN’S POVThree Years Later…I stood on that same stretch of sand and let myself remember everything I’d almost thrown away. The cabin behind us looked smaller now, exactly the way Wren had said though I understood the feeling differently than she probably meant it. I remembered standing at that window years ago, watching her sleep, terrified of a future I couldn’t picture without her in it and still too much of a coward to say so out loud. Remembered calling her temporary in front of Mason, watching the words land like a blade across her face telling myself afterward that it had been necessary. It had been none of those things. It had been fear wearing the shape of wisdom that had cost me seven months of searching. Cost Wren an entire pregnancy and birth she’d faced completely alone. Cost us both time we’d never fully get back no matter how much healing came after.I watched her now, walking ahead of me along the same coastal path witj Violet’s small hand wrapped in hers. They we
WREN’S POV Three Years Later…Camille waddled into the nursery looking like she might genuinely combust from happiness.“She kicked again,” she announced, both hands pressed against her enormous belly glowing in that particular way pregnant women did when everything about their life had finally clicked into place. “William felt it too, he nearly cried, it was actually embarrassing how emotional he got over one tiny kick.”“You cried harder than he did,” I reminded her, not looking up from where I sat braiding Violet’s dark hair.“That’s completely irrelevant.” She settled carefully into the chair across from us, radiant despite the exhaustion that came with carrying twins this far along. “Auntie Camille needs to see her favorite niece before Auntie Camille collapses from sheer pregnancy fatigue.”“Auntie Camille,” Violet corrected primly, at three years old already possessing her mother’s exact insistence on precision, “you’re not tired. You’re just being dramatic.”Camille gasped, c
WREN’S POVWe settled on splitting our time which sounded complicated in theory and turned out to be surprisingly simple in practice.Six months at Darknight, six months at Black Diamond. Victor and Ronan working out the logistics between them with less trouble than I expected from two alphas who started this entire journey as cautious near strangers.“You’re building an entire treaty around a custody schedule for a toddler” Camille had observed one evening, watching them hash out border patrol coordination like it was the most natural thing in the world.“She’s not a toddler yet” I said. “She’s barely six months old.”“She’ll get there. And apparently by the time she does, she’ll have two entire packs fighting over who gets her for the holidays.”That had turned out to be more accurate than either of us expected.Darknight had surprised me most. I braced myself for lingering resistance, for the same cold judgment I’d grown up absorbing my entire childhood, whispered comments about th
WREN’S POVThe moon wasn't just in the sky. It was a physical pressure against my skin, a low hum in my blood that vibrated straight to my core. The beach ceremony haS been a special kind of hell. Every forced smile, every polite nod to the pack elders had scraped my nerves raw, all while Ronan's scent (the clean, dark musk that promised absolutely filthy things) kept winding around me from across the bonfire.Now we were back in the cabin, the hum has become a roar. A restless energy coiled in my gut, hot and demanding.Ronan leaned against the doorframe, all coiled muscle and simmering heat. The moonlight didn't just catch his eyes; it set them on fire turning the gold into a burning, possessive inferno."Can you feel it?" He growled.My breath hitched. "Feel it?" My voice was a choked whisper. "It feels like I'm going to crawl out of my skin."‘Good!”Ashley snarled in my head. ‘Let him see what he does to us. Let him smell it.’"I need to shift," I said, the words barely human."Me
WREN’S POVThe celebration was still going strong behind us, music and laughter drifting across Black Diamond’s grounds but Ronan had pulled me quietly toward the treeline sometime after midnight, his hand warm around mine, something purposeful in his expression that made curiosity outweigh my exhaustion.“Where are we going?” I asked, my emerald dress still trailing slightly against the grass. “Somewhere private,” he said, glancing back at me with that particular gold-eyed intensity that still made my breath catch even after everything we’d survived to reach this exact night. “I want to show you something.”We walked until the celebration faded into distant murmur, until the trees opened into a small moonlit clearing that felt private in the particular way only deep woods managed, soft grass and silver light filtering down through the canopy above.“I’ve been thinking,” he said turning to face me fully, “about something I haven’t gotten to do yet. Something that matters to me more t
WREN’S POV The sun was already blazing when I stood in front of my mirror contemplating what to wear. Beach party or not, I wasn’t about to show up looking anything less than stunning AND not when I knew Ronan would be there, watching even if he pretended not to care. I picked out a bikini
WREN’S POV Alpha Ronan’s fingers slid from my jaw, trailing down the column of my throat like a whisper, his touch igniting sparks beneath my skin. My pulse raced wildly and I swore he could feel it, the way his thumb brushed over the base of my neck, lingering just above his mark. “L
WREN. The sun was high when I decided to leave the cabin. The air was warm and sticky and for once I wanted nothing more than to feel the sea against my skin. I told Ronan I was going for a swim nothing more than that. He didn’t argue and he just gave me one of those long looks that always makes m
WREN’S POV Sleep refused to come. I had spent hours staring at the ceiling, tangled in sheets that still smelled like Ronan my body thrumming with the memory of his hands, his mouth, the way he had taken me in that elevator like he owned me. Like he had every right to claim me. But my thoughts







