LOGIN[Apple]
My attacker releases me, dropping to the floor, showing his neck in supplication to the man growling behind him.
Alpha Sylvester Sterling.
“For the crime of touching my luna, you are hereby dismissed from your position,” he snaps his teeth, now slightly pointed.
“Yes, Alpha,” the wolfman grovels.
Sylvester reaches down and with a single claw, scrapes a large, long “R” across his back as the man screams.
“You are packless now, rogue,” the Alpha spits in rage. “Any wolf low enough to attack a defenseless woman is not honorable enough for the Silver Crescent pack or any other pack within our organization.”
“Please Alpha, mercy,” he begs pathetically, dropping his chest to the pavement. “I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t know she was yours.”
“I am not your Alpha anymore,” Sylvester’s eyes are glowing like blue fire. “Now get out of here before I change my mind about skinning you and leaving your hide on the side of the building as a warning to others.”
Becoming a rogue slowly drives pack wolves insane. It’s a fate worse than death.
A fate he just condemned that wolf for touching me.
“You’re safe now,” he takes off his jacket and wraps it around me like a blanket as he scoops me into his arms and walks me into the parking garage. Carefully he opens the door to an expensive black sports car and settles me into the passenger’s seat.
“I’ll take you home,” his voice is soft and gentle as if I am so fragile that words could break me. “I’ll have someone bring you your car later.”
Still in shock, I am unable to make my mouth form the words “thank you,” so I nod and hope that he can feel the gratitude in my gaze.
I tell him my address and he types it into his GPS. The ride is silent as I stare out the window, not sure of what I should do next.
I have no food or money, and one of my only articles of clothing has just been destroyed by a wolf who tried to rape me.
And the person who saves me is the last wolf I wanted to see--the one who chased me out of the building because he wants me to be his fake rental girlfriend.
“Why did you do it,” I ask as I stare at the people on the street as the car rushes past. “Why did you interfere? I’m just a human. I’m worthless to wolves like you.”
The car is silent and I think he isn’t going to answer when he finally says. “You aren’t worthless. No person is, whether they are a wolf, witch, or human. Besides,” his voice grows deeper and I can sense his wolf coming to the surface by the intensity of his tone. “Nobody touches what is mine.”
“I’m not yours,” I argue, my body tingling at the word “mine.”
“You are MY luna,” he counters. “Or you will be, as soon as you sign the contract.”
“And if I don’t…”
“You will.”
Neither one of us asked any questions for the rest of the ride. I lean my head back and I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know we are parked outside of the apartment I share with Hazel.
“This isn’t a good neighborhood,” he observes. “Are you sure this is where you want to stay?”
“I don’t have anywhere else,” my voice is small. “This is all I have.”
Taking off his jacket, I place it on the chair as I open the door. “Thank you for the ride I…”
“Put the jacket back on,” he almost shouts and then softens it with a quiet, “Please. For me. I can’t bear the thought of you walking into your home looking so vulnerable,” he explains.
It must be a wolf thing. Shrugging, I pull the jacket around me, closing it, and crossing my arms in front of me.
Satisfied with my appearance, he leans back, the tension from the moment before completely gone. “Please, reconsider my offer to be Luna,” he requests. “The position comes with lodging, food, a sizable salary,” he sighs, looking me over as he adds, “Since you aren’t a wolf, we can add a few more protections as well.”
“I don’t think it is a good idea,” I don’t want to be rude, but I don’t want to be easy prey either. What if he hadn’t arrived in time? What if someone found out what I am and they decided to eat me instead?
“The car will be here at 6 am sharp,” Alpha Sylvester interrupts, ignoring my words and excuses. “Unless you call to arrange a different time when you accept the position.”
“I still need time to think,” I protest.
“Take your time,” he smirks, “And if you have not made up your mind by 6 am, you can ask my beta for an extension.”
I open my mouth to protest, but the flash of bright blue in his eyes makes me reconsider. It looks like he isn’t going to let me get away that easily. He pulls a card from inside his pocket.
“Call this number if you have any questions,” The alpha places his business card firmly in my hand, not giving me any chance to argue.
I mean, how do you say no to the Big Bad Alpha?
Standing next to his car, Alpha Sylvester watches me enter the building. When I get to my apartment and look down from the living room window, he is still standing there, watching the door as if he plans to stand guard until he knows the threat is gone.
Feeling my eyes on him, Sylvester looks up.
I wave.
He smiles, nods his head, and gets back into his car.
“Was that billionaire tycoon Sly Sterling, CEO of Sterling Inc and Alpha of the Silver Crescent pack?” her eyes widen. “The most eligible bachelor in Crescent City?”
“Yes,” I groan. “He wants me to be his Rental Luna.”
Hazel looks like she might faint from excitement. “And…”
“I said no,” I look at my feet. “Or at least I tried to.”
“No,” she grips the back of a chair. “You told the most powerful Alpha on the West Coast no?” Her face blanches. “And he let you leave?”
I describe my day so far and watch as her expression grows more and more shocked by my story.
“You better take his offer,” she suggests. “I don’t see that you have any other options.” She places a hand on my shoulder. “Enough money to pay your debt and the protection of a powerful Alpha. You won’t get a better deal. Having a protector in a city like this can make all the difference. This isn’t the country, Apple. Girls like us get gobbled up.”
I spend the rest of the afternoon into the evening thinking of her words. If I can’t make it here, my only option is to go back home to Pleasant Valley, where I will die like my mother, overworked and underappreciated.
That’s not the future I want for myself.
Picking up my phone, I dial the number on the back of his card.
[Apple][A few moments earlier]“Please, I don’t need you to make so much fuss over me. It isn’t right.” Amaryllis Thorpe Greystone is frowning in the mirror, her grand niece Hazel trying to get her to sit still as she applies the final dusting of shimmer across her cheeks. Even her makeup had been plain when she had entered the room, almost as if she was trying to disappear. When I met Amy, she was Alexis, and Alexis was a beautiful and proud she-wolf who would bow to no one. She was an alpha, a powerhouse of her own, capable of ruling her own pack if she wanted. But right now, she’s let herself believe her own negative self talk, spiralling down into deep despair. I know that feeling well–I almost let it eat me alive after Zion’s betrayal. I almost believed I deserved to be treated poorly too, so much so that I was hesitant to let anyone else close to me. I wonder if it’s a family trait, something inherited from a common ancestor that the women in our family feel it is in our lot
[Hawthorne]Beta. How can I be a beta when I’ve had a wolf for less than 24 hours. And now the Alpha King wants me to choose between staying here to watch over him and his family, as his official Beta, or return to Crescent City with my twin, who will be the Luna of the West with her mate and soon to be husband, Rudolph Forrester. The thing is, neither of these options sound great. And yet, both of them sound incredible. As much as Sylvester Sterling and I have been antagonistic, he has also reached out across species lines to make all witches feel welcome. He even took the position of familiar to my witch, binding his power to myself and Hazel, giving us the ability to use his natural connection to his pack to help us locate Apple. That was a brave choice. If I had been a more powerful witch, or was being used by one, we could have made him our familiar in truth, forcing his hand, commanding him through that bond. I know I said I didn’t trust him, but that isn’t true either. I gue
[Sylvester] Parris Abernathy is standing on the other side of the door, his cheezy grin wide, and next to him is Hawthorne Sparks, the witch who tried to take my mate from me all those months ago. Even though we’ve moved past that point, so far past it that I couldn’t imagine Apple giving this clever witch even a second glance, I can’t help but feel a touch of animosity when I look at him. “Um, Alpha,” the smaller man sucks in his own irritation, smiling as brightly as he can as he takes his mate’s hand. “Grandmother says it’s time. We need you and the other two grooms at the altar.” “Sounds like my cue,” Lysander stands, dusting crumbs off of his lap. As Apple’s only surviving parent, the old gamma will be walking my beautiful queen down the aisle to meet me beneath the arch of the Moon Goddess in the temple on the rooftop level. “Is Araminta waiting for us with the girls?” “She said she’d meet us,” Hawthorne takes a step forward, his grin becoming genuine as he looks at the old
[Araminta] Fifty years ago, across the sands and mountains in the large coastal supernatural community of Crescent City, a young witch met two wolves in the middle of the night with the mission of negotiating peace. The treaty would take another decade and a half of back and forth, and would end in a moment where the two sides came together and forged a new world, one where they would live separately from one another, keeping the peace through segregation. And as our races grew apart, we became settled in our misguided beliefs, forgetting all of our shared stories and culture, losing our sense of interconnectivity. Wolves and witches were never meant to live apart. Both peoples are creatures born of magic and moonlight, living in harmony with the woods whose spirit flows through our veins. We worship the same mother goddess who not only gives us life, but whose shining power leads us to our mates, and our chosen families. In this modern world of computers and highrises, it’s easy to
[Sylvester] The faint trace of musk and mingled scents mix in Rudolph’s room is much stronger than before, and I realize at once as soon as I see his neck. He’s had a busy morning as well, and as I look over his shoulder at the other I realize we aren’t the only ones. “Alpha,” Rudy gives me a small bow and a broad smile as he opens his door wider to let me in. “Sorry I’m late,” I apologize, giving him what I hope looks like a humble grin. Apple says I have a tendency to be a bit too stoic sometimes. Actually, her exact words that my “resting bitch face” is “absolutely terrifying.” Thinking of my wife-to-be makes my chest tighten. It’s so hard to spend even a few moments away from her and the pups. My instincts want me to be near her all of the time, to never let her or the little ones out of my sight. It’s such an overwhelming feeling, like constantly being happy and afraid simultaneously. “Not a problem, Alpha,” Rudy returns my smile. “Come on in. Hazel made snacks.” Grunti
[Apple] The soft hum of the shining net keeping the city safe is a balm to my frazzled nerves as I watch the moon rise higher in the sky. In just a few, short hours, when the moon reaches its zenith and the Goddess is above us, watching her children below, I will join my life to Sylvester’s forever, not just as his mate, but as his wife. “You’re not really nervous about that, are you,” my handsome mate comes from behind me in bed, wrapping me in his arms as his chest warms my back. “You’re already my mate, my luna, and my very beautiful queen,” he nibbles my mating mark making every part of my body purr with contentment. “This is just another ceremony, another moment. You’re already my wife in my heart,” he kisses me just above the ear as he leans into me, “Now you’ll be my wife in name also.” I’m afraid to admit it, but yes, the thought of becoming Apple Sterling is terrifying. And it’s not just the wedding, it’s the spell too. “I just can’t keep worrying about something going wro







