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Cassandra It’s Saturday morning, I finally have a day off, and I have absolutely no idea what to do with myself. Usually, I volunteer to help Mara in the kitchen, even if I’m not assigned. But today, she’s insisting I take some time to relax. As if I know the meaning of the word. Liam is off playing with Theo and some other boys, so I take my time getting ready for the day. That doesn’t take nearly as long as I hope it will, so I settle in the one chair in our little room, determined to finally read the book one of the girls from the kitchen lent me. She’d handed it over with a mischievous smile and said “trust me, you’ll love it!”I do not love it. I’m not even through the first chapter and the female lead has already had three demons shove their dicks in her pussy, her ass, and down her throat. But is she satisfied? Of course not. She’s pouting because demon number four, the one she really wanted, refuses to join. Maybe demon smut is just not my thing, or maybe it reminds me a b
NoahMy wolf does not agree with my dick when it comes to Piper. The closer I get to her, the more he goes quiet. Not the good quiet, not the contented kind. This is the silent treatment, deliberately choosing not to communicate with me because he doesn’t respect my choices. I pull her into my arms anyway. She's warm and soft and it’s been entirely too long since I held a woman this way. Her hands find my shirt buttons with the same unhurried patience she brings to everything, and I let her, and when her palms press flat against my chest something in me settles into the moment by force of will."Hey," she says quietly. "You still with me?""I'm here," I assure her. And I make it true.I am here because I refuse to be anywhere else. I pull her in and kiss her the way I mean to kiss her—nothing held back, no hedging—and she makes a sound against my mouth that tells me she's been waiting for this. That hits me right in the chest. She matters to me. This matters.We end up on the couch b
NoahIt’s been two days since my confrontation with Piper about my relationship with Cassandra. The one where I finally told her the truth. Two days to think about what the hell I’m doing with my life and who I’m doing it with. And while that was long enough for me to make some important decisions, it’s still way too short to convince my wolf those decisions are the right ones. Not that my timeline matters much right now. None of my decisions mean anything until Piper makes her own. And I know her well enough by now to know when Piper makes a decision, she makes it and then she shows up to deliver it. She’s not in the habit of drawing it out just to make a point. So I’m not the least bit surprised when she comes to my office ready to talk. Private. Deliberate. Determined. She looks like a woman who has been doing some real thinking and arrived at a decision she's comfortable with. I’m just not sure she’s decided it’s me. I’ve always found confidence in a woman sexy and she’s no ex
Cassandra I can’t avoid it any longer. It’s the end of the day and I have a folder to return to Noah’s office—he asked for it by four and I'm only ten minutes under the deadline. It means I have to face him and I’ve been dreading it since Cole told me this morning. He's on a call when I come in and the relief of knowing I can sneak out without a confrontation is palpable. He looks up, nods—leave it—and goes back to the call, barely acknowledging my presence. Thank fuck. I set the folder on the desk, intent on making a quick retreat. I'm turning to leave when I see it. On the corner of the desk, where Liam draws when he comes in the mornings.The crayon drawing. The one Liam made of the three of us and insisted he give it to the Alpha. I never expected him to keep it. But there it is, in pride of place on his desk.Not stuffed in a drawer, not in the bin that's visible under the desk's left side. On the desk where he works. Where he’ll see it everyday. Where Liam can see that he ke
Cassandra Piper knows. It’s the first thing that pops in my head when I see the look she’s giving me this morning. Well, that and the fact that she’s stopped avoiding me and actually started looking at me directly, which is somehow worse than the avoidance.Honestly, I preferred it when she was avoiding me. I’m used to people avoiding me here, even learned not to let it bother me. And with Piper, I could manage where I was and when and not put either of us in unnecessary proximity. It was uncomfortable but it was navigable.Now she’s looking and I have no idea how I meant to react to that.I could understand if she was being openly hostile with me. I’ve certainly dealt with my share of that too. But this isn’t hostility. She’s looking at me like she's trying to understand me. I don’t have much experience with that kind of look.Which brings me back to my original thought. Noah told her. I don't know how much. I don't know what version he gave her. But she definitely knows.The look sh
Noah Piper glares at me from the end of the hallway, her arms crossed over her chest and a determined air about her that tells me I’m not getting out of this conversation no matter how much I wish otherwise. I guess I should consider myself lucky. A pissed off Piper is better than a hurt Piper any day.She has the look of a woman who has suspected something for a while and just had it confirmed. The righteous indignation of knowing she’s been right all along, despite my attempts to convince her otherwise."Who is she to you?" she demands the second I reach her, not giving me a chance to deflect."She's here under a pack arrangement." I spit the first thing that comes to mind. I hear myself say it and know it's insufficient before she does."Noah." She sighs my name. And the disappointment in that sigh is enough to break my resolve."She's complicated," I hang my head, my tone apologetic. "But everything that happened between us happened before. There is nothing between us now.""Befor
Skye Of all the futures I imagined for myself, I never dreamed one day I would have to choose between my husband and my unborn child.My hand trembles as I smooth down the front of my dress—a soft blue one that Jaxon once said he liked. I've spent an hour on my appearance, wanting to look my best
SkyeThe rumors spread faster than I anticipated.Despite Jaxon's best efforts to contain the narrative—carefully worded statements to the elders, strategic conversations with influential pack members—the truth has a way of seeping through cracks. By the end of my first week back, everyone knows th
SkyeI press forward, though I'm not even sure which direction forward is anymore.At some point, my wolf stops talking.The silence inside me is worse than the howling wind.I'm alone now. Truly alone. Just me and the storm and the cold that's seeping into places I didn't know could go numb.I can
Skye Cassandra turns, and if I didn't know better, I'd think the guilt on her face was genuine. "Skye. I'm so sorry, this must look—""What is this?" I repeat, louder now.Jaxon moves past me, his expression hard. "It's temporary. Cassandra and Liam need a place to stay until we can arrange somethi







