Eamon’s POV“Yes, and then when I told him to… he…”My voice trails off as I realize the person I’m talking to is not listening to me at all. His gaze is thoroughly distracted to something on the dance floor. Glancing around me, I realize that he is not the only one.Nearly everyone in the room is l
Cara’s POVAs the elders swarm around Alaric, I use the opportunity to back out and away from that group.Glancing around, I spot my brothers gathered around at one table in the corner. Knowing I’d be more comfortable there, surrounded by family, I point my feet that way and start walking.Along the
Cara’s POVI’m frozen for a long moment, not fully understanding what Noel is saying or why.He thinks I’m his mate? How can that be? I’ve already found and lost Alaric. Unless Alaric sees himself as my second chance mate?That has to be it, but yet… with my own wolf still lost to me, I couldn’t tru
My feelings for Alaric have always been so strong. And we have children together, even if he doesn’t know it. I’ve been confused in my feelings for Alaric, but after the other night we shared… And now he wants to pursue me, even once the event is over and our packs continue on without the need for s
Alaric’s POVHow can this be possible? I am Cara’s mate. Me. Not some traveling wander who happened into town on the night of a party.I don’t trust this man, not in the casual way he’s standing or in the possessive way he’s holding Cara’s hand. It makes a deep unsettled feeling stir in my stomach.
“She doesn’t need someone new,” I say. I know I’m being overly possessive. Cara hasn’t been the most receptive yet to my ideas of romancing her once more. But surely, she prefers me over this man. What does anyone know about him? How can he possibly be trusted?“Well, I think she does,” Noel says, s
Lilia’s POVSix years in exile. Six long, grueling years where I’ve had to live in squalor when I should have been a queen. A Luna. All because of this woman right there.Cara Wilson.On the screen, they call her Aylon Auburn, but I never forget a face. Or, at least, I would never forget hers. It’s
That doesn’t work on Colin, not right now.“There’s lots to talk about,” he says.He’s not letting me out of this conversation so easily, especially not when it’s so clearly bothering me.“Alaric wants to pursue you, but now you also have the eye of a second chance mate,” Colin says. He glances at m
Cara’s POVBack under the pavilion for another break before the next contest, I sat at one of the picnic tables with my arms stretched out and ice packs over my aching muscles.“There’s no reason for you to participate in the final event,” Charlotte said to me, echoing previous warnings made by both
Cara’s POVThe day was filled with contests with very little time to break in between. As such, I wasn’t able to talk with Alaric, my brothers, or Noel. Instead, though, I filled in the Claw Sisters and Georgie on what occurred.“A secret stabbing is so cowardly,” Charlotte said. “If she had any hon
Cara’s POVAt once, I moved my arm up to shield myself, desperate to protect my vital organs.Yet, when the knife stabbed into me, I surprised to find that the blade pushed back, harmlessly, into the handle. I’d seen such a thing happen in the past, during stage shows. Her knife was nothing more tha
Alaric’s POVWith Colin watching the kids, Ryan, Aidan, and I went to spectate the cooking event. The event itself was being held in a large gymnasium, with special mats set up to protect the typical gym floor. Atop the mats, each contender was given their own section, with their own counters, appli
Cara’s POVThe next day I was somewhat exhausted from the event on the night before. The organizers of the event must have taken that into consideration because today was the last day of rest before the contests started the next day.The cooking showcase was my first event, and I was already nervous
Alaric’s POVI was ready to start throwing hands a minute ago, but now, seeing how quickly and resolutely the BloodyMoon pack came to Cara’s defense, I allowed myself to calm down, at least enough to sit back down and contain myself.My fury at those that had spoken against Cara remained, however, a
Cara’s POVAs we started to move about the stage, following the steps of our routine, I kept an eye on Lilia and her can of paint. I had my suspicions that it was intended for me. At a crucial moment, when we were at the front of the stage, the routine would bring us directly side by side.Perhaps t
Cara’s POVGeorgie asked me to return to my dressing room, where she arrived shortly after carrying the gown that she was supposed to be wearing that evening. On herself, she was wearing a robe.Looking at my own dress still filled me with a sense of mourning. It had been such a beautiful thing, des
None of them seemed even remotely guilty. They were all entirely confident, I could see it in their eyes.Only Lilia wore a different expression. When no one else could see her but me, she seemed smug, smirking. She pointed to a nearby camera.“I’ve been on camera this entire time, too, if you don’t