All Chapters of Command of the Wolf: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

It had been a little over an hour since Isabella stormed from his office, yet Jeremy hadn’t managed to get any work done. He had tried to rid his mind of her, but he was failing miserably. He’d even abandoned the counterstrike plans and gone out to the calving shed to muck out the stalls and lay down some fresh hay to clear his head. Nothing like cleaning up cow shit to make a man put his own bullshit into perspective, but it was no use.He was still struggling to wrap his mind around the part where Isabella had confessed she was pregnant with his child. Shit, he wasn’t certain he was ready to be a father, but the thought of having a family with Isabella filled him with hope for the future—even as he mourned the inevitable loss of his pack.He jabbed the shovel he was holding into the hay, digging and lifting another pile into the wheelbarrow.And she’d told him she loved him.Jeremy hadn’t said those three words to a wom

They found the abandoned van several miles outside downtown Billings. On occasion, Blaze’s ability to tap into the local police force’s radio scanners had its advantages. From there, it wasn’t difficult to realize that Eli and Lucas had taken Isabella and Layla to the main coven located downtown.Eli and Lucas…what a bizarre team.With Sierra’s tip that Isabella and Layla’s abductor was Wild Eight, Jeremy figured that Eli was the culprit. Considering what Isabella had confessed about putting down Wyatt like the vicious dog he was, it was easy to pinpoint why the former Wild Eight member wanted revenge. Jeremy had no clue whether Eli and Lucas had been working together from the start, but it was of little consequence.The Billings coven was housed in an underground fortress that boasted superior security. A battle there would cause serious casualties, but it was a risk Jeremy was willing to take.Because he was going to g

I sat on the top step of the sweeping mahogany staircase in the House of Heights and tried not to look like the type of sorceres who’d claim a werewolve, drag him home to my Elizabethan mansion, and then stuff him in a wardrobe.Except, apparently that’s what Wolve Winners did. Who knew? Oh, apart from the stuffing in a wardrobe bit: that was just me. I’d brought the Alpha to my bedroom (which used to be my parents’), and panicked. He’d growled that I’d better not think this meant that I’d won because he’d have no problem breaking a spoiled little sorceres… Hence, you know, the whole shoving him in a wardrobe.Maybe I should’ve bought the cage…?I sighed, running my hand through my hair. Our family’s motto glowed on the wall above me:Charm the wolves. Control the jerremy tide.Every time that I&rsq

Siobhanny spat me out of her in a horrific second birthing with added static, which frizzed my hair like I’d been balancing balloons on my head. Only, this wasn’t my birth or my birthday, and I choked on the sobs catching in my throat because she’d dropped me bouncing onto the jerremy satin of the four-poster bed in my parent’s bedroom, which had now become mine.My fingers clutched at a white wolve pelt that covered the bed; its softness was soothing, when I stared around at the shimmering walls of the opulent room with its beamed roof and Narnia style wardrobe. Stone wolve gargoyles stared down from the corners, and I’d never thought that I’d find it less frightening to study them than to look back at my own mother. Unless, you know, it wasn’t my mother.“What’s up with the Hermione hair? Is that an ironic modern sorceres statement?” Siobhanny rested her han

 I’d never seen a wolve partially shifted into their beast form before. It made me understand why Alpha called me single skin. He looked a combination ofterrifying and hot that I couldn’t sort out in my head as he prowled go to me. Alpha tilted his head, and his curls fell over his glowing eyes. I recognized Alpha in the movement so intensely that I reached out my hand to him, and he licked up my palm. “If you don’t restrain that animal,” Isabella hissed, waving her hand to vanish both Kolby’s body and the empty Champagne flutes like there was no difference between the two, “then I have leashes that are more than up to the job.” At another flick of Isabella’s wrist, a leash clicked onto the Ambbuttador’s collar, dragging his head close to the ground, until he crouched on all fours next to the metal ring. “Room for one more?”