ZoeBlake looks much healthier than he did when I left him a couple of hours ago, but he’s still not radiating the normal level of confidence that I’m used to from him. He might hide it, but he’s still not well enough to be leaving the clinic.Parking the car, he rubs the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, blinking hard.“Are you ok?” I ask, reaching over to stroke the back of his neck. He should be resting. Blake tips his head back further into my touch and closes his eyes. He doesn’t need to say anything. I know he’s not.“Just tired.” He fixes me with a dazzling smile, but it’s forced for my sake. He doesn't even believe that himself. “Let’s get this over with and go to bed,” I say, and he perks up at that suggestion, raising an eyebrow and making me blush.Shoving the door open, he climbs out into the quickly darkening evening and walks around to my side to open the door. I could get used to this.Once again, I find myself admiring how handsome he is. His dark

Blake Lights and colours dance in front of my eyes as I try to get my bearings. I’ve lived in this territory my entire life. I know this place like the back of my hand but somehow, I’m struggling to get a fix on exactly where I am. Disorientated, I trip over a log, landing on my snout in the cold, damp leaves. Climbing back onto four paws, I growl in frustration. My physical prowess is something I take for granted. The thought that even this is being stolen from me is terrifying. As I turn around, my heart racing, I concentrate on trying to work out exactly where am I. I spot the old tree, toppled over but still alive twenty years after the storm that we all thought had destroyed it. No longer lost at least, I can’t help but take some comfort from the thought that things might not always be as bad as they seem. And right now, they look pretty fucking bleak. I know I saw someone outside the window. I recognised his scent. Then why the fuck can I not find him? Could the madness reall

ZoeBlake growls quietly in approval. I reach between us and take his thick length in my hand, eliciting a grunt from him. I ache for him to be inside my body, one with me, but he shifts out of my grasp, picking up the speed of his thrusts, adding another finger, and using his other hand to rub my clit in sync. He’s not willing to give me back control just yet.I tilt my hips to give him better access, savouring the feeling of the warm water running over my heated skin as it continues to rain down on us.“That’s it, Zoe,” he whispers, making my head spin with sensual kisses and his body pressed up to mine. He brings me closer and closer to release. I gasp and squirm, trying to escape the sensations washing over me. One of which is his overpowering desire for me. To own me and make me his. It makes no sense that I can feel it, but I know in my mind it’s real. It’s so intense.“Stop Blake, stop,” I call out and he immediately halts, pulling his head back and looking down at me with conc

Blake“Maybe I can come and work for you?” I joke with a grimace as I lead Zoe downstairs, reluctant to leave the bubble of my suite. Leaving my bed was torture. I long to steal away and hide away with my mate, enjoying every inch of each other’s bodies as a normal wolf pairing does. She looks stunning, dressed in a simple cream jumper that sets off her golden tan, and fitted jeans that show off her delicious curves. Zoe seems to think she’s underdressed, but it doesn’t take much to polish a diamond. No matter what she is wearing, she shines. Her beauty doesn’t need flashy clothes or layers of makeup.Zoe grips my hand tighter as we walk into the pack dining hall, and I lead her toward the table at the back where I usually sit. Max is there, along with senior wolves from my pack and some of the council members. At first, I think it’s because she’s nervous about us potentially getting a grilling about what went on last night. Or intimidated by being surrounded by an entire room full o

Max“He’s trying to protect you. He's crazy about you, Zoe,” I say gently, as we pass the large wrought-iron gates at the end of the long driveway. The man standing sentry at the small building to the side bows his head in respect for who he considers his new Luna. What the hell is Blake thinking, announcing her to the pack one minute and then shipping her home the next?Zoe turns to look at me in quiet contemplation for a second before sighing softly and going back to staring out the side window at the lush forest lining the road. Considering she only found out about shifters this week, she must be reeling. "I know that. He’s being an idiot, but I can feel him. He’s trying to do the right thing.”“What do you mean, you can feel him?” I ask, trying not to sound as interested as I am in this nugget of information. They’re not mated. It shouldn’t be possible. Although Blake is an exceptionally powerful wolf, and his emotions are all over the place. Until a few months ago, I'd only seen