LOGINHere you go, lovelies.
BRIELLA.Junie didn't respond immediately. She folded dishcloth slowly, as though she needed a moment to collect her thoughts."Come sit with me. This isn't the type of talk you want to have while standing up."My stomach twisted, but I followed her to the small kitchen table. Junie lowered herself into the chair across from me."I have to tell you something about myself first. Before I say anything else.""Okay." The word came out smaller than I intended, unsure of where she was going with this."I'm a seer."The words settled heavily over the kitchen. I'd heard the term before from old stories Aunt Dee used to tell, the kind meant to explain things that had no simple explanations. I'd always assumed seers as just legends or something."I thought seers were extinct…”"Most people think that." A faint, humorless smile touched her mouth. "It's safer that way. For us, and for the people we love.""Safer how?"She was quiet for a long moment, her gaze drifting toward the woods beyond the
BRIELLA.My eyelids felt impossibly heavy when I finally managed to pry them open. For several long moments, I simply lay there, staring at the cream-colored ceiling overhead while my mind struggled to catch up with reality.I blinked, my gaze drifting around the room came into focus. Cream walls. A white dresser polished to a shine. A rocking chair by the window with a half-finished quilt draped over its back like someone had just stepped away mid-stitch.Family photographs lined the shelves, smiling faces a painful reminder that this wasn't home.I winced as everything came flooding back.The amazing night with Ryder. Overhearing what he had said to his friend. His words sliced through me again, reminding me how foolish I'd been to believe he'd choose me. Some might call my decision to leave dramatic, even reckless. Frankly, I didn't give a fuck what anyone thought.I was driving away from the pack when a white-hot agony exploded through my chest. Like someone reached inside me and w
RYDER. My breath caught. It was unusual for a pack member to block out their Alpha. The hierarchy was woven into our DNA, woven into our very instincts, making our voices nearly impossible to ignore through the mindlink. Blocking an Alpha, or a future Alpha in my case, required exceptional mental discipline. Control that most wolves never achieved.But Briella had done it effortlessly. I shouldn't be surprised though. I reached for the mate bond, but I once again felt a wall.Fucking hell! This was a mess.I tore my phone from my pocket, hope surging through me. One call. That's all I needed. One conversation to make her understand.My thumb hovered over my contacts. The hope shattered.I never asked for her number. The realization landed like a punch to the gut. I'd been so consumed with finding my mate, with memorizing every curve of her body, every sound she made when she experienced pleasure, that I'd never thought of asking for one thing that would've let me tell her how terribly
RYDER."What caused the delay?"Dad's voice was calm, controlled, that same measured tone he'd wielded my entire life. The voice of treaty negotiations and Alpha lessons. The one that never revealed weakness.The scrape of a chair against hardwood made my pulse spike. I did my best to control myself as I eavesdropped. It wasn’t like I did this all the time or anything."We had to source this batch from farther away than normal." Alpha Tyrion's response came carefully, each word chosen with precision."Why?""There have been reports about missing…products."The hesitation before that last word sliced through the air like a blade, catching my attention immediately. They weren't discussing medical supplies. Not food shipments. Nothing one would ordinarily consider products that packs received.'Something's wrong,' Axel murmured in my mind, his presence coiling tight with unease.Dad didn't respond immediately. I could picture him perfectly—leaning back in that leather chair, fingers steep
BRIELLA.I unlocked the front door and pushed it open.The smell hit me hard. Stale vodka mixed with the faint sweetness of whatever candle my mother had burned earlier, the wax pooled and hardened on the coffee table. Three empty bottles stood in a neat row beside it, lined up like soldiers, and a fourth had tipped over, leaving a dark ring staining the wood beneath it.She was lying on the couch.One arm dangled off the edge, knuckles brushing the carpet. Her mouth hung open just enough to let shallow, rattling breaths escape. The kind that came after someone drank themselves past the point of dreaming.I waited in the doorway.There had been a time when I'd run to her, terrified that something had happened. I'd shake her shoulder until she woke, help her stumble down the hallway, listen as she promised through slurred words that this would be the last time.I'd believed her. Every single time.Until one day, I didn't.Now I just stood there, staring at the woman who looked so much l
RYDER.The taste of Briella's kiss still lingered on my lips—honey, champagne, and something uniquely her—as I made my way through the quiet halls of the packhouse.No matter how hard I tried to compose myself, the grin just kept spreading across my face.Every few steps, another memory surfaced, and my chest tightened in the best possible way. The warmth of her breath against my mouth. The soft sound she'd made when I deepened the kiss. The way her fingers had curled into my hair like she was afraid I might disappear.Her laugh. Goddess, that laugh.It had started cautiously, almost as though she'd forgotten how to let herself enjoy the moment. A hesitant melody that caught in her throat before it could fully escape. Then, little by little, the walls she'd built around herself began to crack. By the end of the conversation, she was laughing so hard she nearly doubled over, tears shining in the corners of her eyes as she recounted her experience at the karaoke bar.Tonight, she'd chose
RYDER.I watched Briella from my spot without her even realizing it. I wasn't certain how she hadn't picked up on my scent yet, but I took it as a temporary blessing because it gave me a minute to think, to consider everything.This turn of events was entirely unexpected and fucking impossible to w
BRIELLA.“Okay. Final verdict time!”Cassie turned towards me with one hand on her hip and the other fanning herself.“Hot enough to make Damon threaten every male within a five-mile radius?”I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ve definitely achieved that goal.”Her lips curled in a wide grin. Then her
BRIELLA.My cousin had been on a one-woman mission all week, and I was her primary target. She was determined to execute a full-blown shopping trip that'd most likely include sparkles, sequins, makeup, and other torture devices designed specifically to make me squirm. Why? The Full Moon Festival, o
BRIELLA.Morning came far too early.I was tired as hell because my body had been too keyed-up for any type of good rest last night. It had taken forever to actually fall asleep after I got back from Tala's run—too long spent replaying what happened at the lake. The peacefulness. The shadows.But m







