I woke to the sounds of voices outside my tent and blinked a bit, wondering if I would ever get used to living in a tent. While, yes, my tent was on the outskirts of the encampment, it still didn't offer me the comfortable quiet that my old room had. As I wiped the sleep from my eyes, I looked around, curious if Greyson had stayed the night. When I saw my tent was empty, a part of me was reliever, while the other part was slightly hurt at waking up alone after such an intense night. I couldn't believe it. I'd finally lost my virginity. Not only that, I'd been intimate with two different guys on the same night! What was coming over me? I let out a soft sigh as I slipped out of bed, going through the process of cleaning up and getting dressed. I shifted slightly as I slid my panties and then my pants up. There was a slight discomfort there, but nothing as bad as I thought there would be. Between the size of Greyson and his knot...I wasn't sure how well I would handle the aftermath. W

I was so stupid! I couldn't believe how much I'd lost control of myself with Jaxon. Still naked and reeling from my arousal, I could barely make sense of how fast things had went from amazing to horrible. I didn't think when I moved to Greyson and Jaxon. Eluna was screaming in my head. I didn't realize how quiet she had been before, how silent things had been when I'd been with Jaxon. Eluna had been a lot more vocal when I was with Greyson. I didn't have time to consider why that was. I jumped forward, pushing Greyson off of Jaxon with all the strength I could muster. He growled, barely budging and turning his angry gaze on me. "You!" he seethed, moving off of Jaxon and pinning me to the ground, holding me by the shoulders. He'd been so rough with Jaxon, I was shocked when I realized how much Greyson was holding back as he pinned me down. His grip was firm, but I knew--from seeing how he'd pinned Jaxon--he was holding back with me. Still, his dark, hateful gaze caused me to shiver a

I couldn't stop thinking about Danika...and Jaxon. I hated seeing her with him. ...I hated seeing the two of them without me? My head throbbed as I played back my last encounter with the two. What the fuck was wrong with me? I couldn't believe what I'd done. I wanted to show Danika how weak the mate she was with was and instead I'd messed everything up. I groaned as I thought of how amazing Jaxon's mouth felt on my dick. I felt my cock twitch just from the memory and flushed at the realization of how far I'd taken things. I had to get over this. Had to get over Danika and Jaxon. As I made my way to the tent that housed the pack's concubines--women who'd lost their mates and were willing to bed the unmated males of the pack--I realized that I wasn't going to be able to go through with it. I growled, running my hand through my hair, wincing as I reached several knots and wondered just how awful I looked. After claiming Danika, everything had felt right. The coldness I'd always felt

The difference between my three mates astounded me. Greyson's kiss possessed me, Jaxon's kiss empowered me, and now, Kade's kiss comforted me. As his tongue swept over mine, I melted into his embrace, returning his kiss with the same amount of passion and fervor he was giving me. As his hands slowly began to trace their way up my sides, I whimpered and leaned back just slightly to allow his touch. I needed him to touch me more. My body was on fire and Kade's touch was the only thing that seemed to help. I gasped as he stood, moving his hands to my ass to hold me up and causing me to wrap my legs tight around his waist. I only had a moment to wonder exactly where he planned to take me before he swept one of his arms over the table and knocked the empty plate and silverware to the ground before sitting me on the table. "I need to touch you," he growled, running his lips down my throat as he moved his hands to the ties on the nightgown. With a quick flick of his wrist, the nightgown as

I moved my hand to my mate's cheek, feeling the warmth leaving his body. His dying gaze watched me with a mixture of confusion and desire. I felt a tug at my lips as I fought not to show just how glorious his death felt for me. As a young wolf, I'd wished for a strong mate to come and take me from my home. The pack I'd once called my own had placed all their orphaned young in the care of the pack's elder--who had been far too old and far too uncaring to have been entrusted with the care of so many younglings. We'd been squished together in small huts, separated by age and gender, though the elder never truly bothered to check to make sure that we weren't co-mingling. I'd been ten when I'd lost my virginity. I'd been so naive and trustworthy. I'd learned quick not to make the same mistake. That night, still shaking and hurting, I ran into the woods, blood still caked between my thighs, the only external signs of just how hurt I'd been. When I could run no further, I'd fallen into a p