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"You look like a cheap stray trying to play noble, Maisie."

I stared into the mirror, my teeth grinding as I smoothed down the bold blue and black patterned tunic stretched tight across my thick waist and full hips. Tamsin’s borrowed clothes fit her slender frame like liquid, but on my heavy, plus-size body, the fabric fought a losing battle against my curves.

I hated wearing it. But with my purse lost at the bottom of the Silvermoon River and my silver coins gone, I had no choice. Even if Ster
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  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   14

    The leaky brass hose nozzle sprayed cold well-water straight across the cotton leggings and tunic I had just wrestled into, splattering my trail sunglasses with dirt. I would spend this holy rest-day repenting for my utter stupidity in draining an entire flagon of berry wine by myself. In spite of the water pressure hissing through my knuckles, I managed to wash the evidence of my folly off the deck boards just minutes before Devon’s red SUV tore up the gravel drive in a billowing cloud of dust. Heavy battle-drums thundered through her open cabin windows, which could only mean one thing—she had brought Kinsley along.The ecstatic squeals accompanying our embraces made me wince behind my tinted lenses, but I was genuinely overjoyed to see my lifelong sister-in-arms. Kinsley had survived two broken bonds and was currently untangling a complex web of extended family ties. There was practically nothing I could do in this lifetime that Kinsley hadn't already experimented with, meaning I fa

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   13

    The twilight shadows lengthened across Alder Creek Town as the van rolled to a halt in front of my sister Devon’s cabin. The boys had zero interest in holing up at the secluded family retreat with me, opting instead to trade coin for entry into the rustic mountain theater alongside their cousins.Devon stepped out onto the porch, wiping her hands on a linen apron. Though she carried seven winters more than me, our children grew up shoulder-to-shoulder, matching stride for stride. She had spent her youth mastering the lore of the high academy before returning to our native peaks, and scrying crystals kept us linked across the provinces through endless messages and visions. Reading my soul took her mere seconds, making it an exhausting ordeal to slip away without laying bare my bleeding heart. I threw out a clumsy excuse about a splitting migraine and travel fatigue, knowing full well she would interrogate the boys until the truth surfaced. It was the coward's path, yet I embraced it gl

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   12

    “So, are you planning to bring her into our den at night after the boys and I clear out for the Colorado Territory?”Vaughn’s dark skin turns a deeper shade of crimson. “I told you, I officially severed all ties with Tegan. And I would never bring another female into our home. Never.”Still not a single word of genuine remorse from the Alpha of the Mercer Pack.“Well, praise the spirits that our den remains sacred to you,” I toss over my shoulder, mounting the oak stairs. “It’s just a tragedy your mate bond didn’t carry the same weight.”I strip down to my bare skin in the master washroom, gently checking the dark purple bruise blooming on my inner thigh from yesterday’s trail ride, when the door swings wide.“Fallon, I love you...” Vaughn freezes, his eyes locking onto the mark. “What in the world happened to your leg?”His concern feels real, but my soul remains completely unattached.“I’m fine.” Ignoring his sudden declaration, I slam the heavy frosted glass shower door straight in

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   11

    “I relish this tavern because the rations emphasize lean roasted meats over heavy grains,” Beckett murmurs, sliding the parchment-wrapped meal across the weathered timber table.Judging by his towering frame and corded muscle definition, consuming massive quantities of high-protein game is a daily requirement for his survival. We devour the seasoned meat and share a flagon of cool well-water. As we wheel our tandem mountain bike back out onto the sunlit pack path, a traveling scribe with a bronze-lens capture-box hails us from across the lane. Beckett abruptly halts the pedals, and the stranger jogs toward us, clicking his glass-plate device repeatedly.“The Reddick elders dropped by my post and suggested I capture a portrait of you two for the pack gazette's human-interest chronicle,” the scribe rattles off, scratching notes onto a parchment pad. “Five winters bound as mates. May I utilize your proper names for the broadsheet?”

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   10

    Beside me in the cab, Beckett’s body goes rigid, his wolf pressing hard behind his golden eyes as the heavy, unspoken weight of my past hangs thick in the air.“It slowly dawned on me just how lucrative his tournament winnings were, hauling in massive purses with only a couple of major championships a year,” I murmur, tracing a pattern on the leather armrest. “Before that, I suppose I naively assumed elite alpha champions were all battle-scarred veterans. It wasn’t terribly difficult for an eighteen-year-old to be swayed by a powerful male who swore that slogging through an academy for some abstract lore would never match what a champion’s mate could command. I packed my pelts, migrated to Redstone City with him, returned to Willow Creek Retreat for a winter solstice mating ceremony, and lived under his shadow for over fourteen winters.”I nervously twist the heavy silver band on my finger before continuing. “Within twelv

  • The Wrong Brother's Bite   9

    “Aye… alright,” I murmur, unable to fight the pull. Spending an entire sun-cycle with Beckett? How could my wolf resist? “I return from dropping the pups off at their morning training at half-past eight. I should probably meet you somewhere on the ridge so my vehicle isn't sitting outside your den while I’m gone.”He lays out the route to his cabin, and I roll the plan over in my mind while he pulls on his rough-spun trousers and leather boots.“Are you certain about this, Beckett? It’s only going to complicate things.”“It won't complicate a damn thing,” he replies, his jaw set in a hard, unyielding line. “See you at dawn.” He captures my mouth in a kiss that burns all the way to my soul, and then he vanishes into the timberline, leaving me to strip down and swim back across the cold pool to my sun-lounger.For the first time in many moons, perhaps because our departure for the Colorado Territory is looming so close, Vaughn actually stays at the Mercer Pack House for the evening meal

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