ZIYAH I loved the fact that Dante could never get enough of Grandmother Ayla. Feeling how much he truly enjoyed being around her and interacting with her meant everything to me. First of all, because she had always been such an important part of my life. Secondly, because my mates deserved everything that made them happy. Our families got along really well. I could not be any happier about that. Bonded did not always get along with each other’s families. I witnessed it many times. So, I was thankful that ours did. Dante’s parents had embraced me right away, seeing me as their daughter even though they did not really know me. It was the same with Elle and Kade as well. “How will they know where to attack though? Our estate is hidden from outsiders,” my father asked, getting us back on task. Dante cracked his neck to relieve the tension that the answer caused. He would love nothing more than to snap Solana’s neck for what she did to me as well as being the reason that Toris would kno

ZIYAH I bit the inside of my cheek to remain focused. Dante was determined to torture me into losing that focus. He was evil and knew it. We were currently in his office. I was adding to his database on all things supernatural, something that we both to a significant interest in, but he wanted to be naughty instead of working. “C’mon, babe,” he drawled. “You know you want to feel me deep inside of you.” Yes. I did. However, there was a time and place for that. Okay, that was a load of crap. It was whenever and wherever we wanted it to happen. Pregnancy hormones really did amplify our desire for each other. Plus, pregnant Fae released an additional pheromone that was only detected by our bonded. It just added to the desires. Dante’s phone started ringing, saving me from needing to respond because that response would only go one way. He chuckled when he felt my relief. “Hey Badass Brynn. What’s up?” he asked her. I heard both her and Theo chuckling on the phone call. Dante pulled

DANTE By now, I had firmly learned that the Goddess was the ultimate Grandmaster when it came to creatively entwining fates. There were many examples of this and all you had to do was look around you. Look how many mates found each other between the four allied packs. Then there were all of the people who were reunited or introduced. Janina and Ziyah. Janina and Astrid. Imeela and Valis. Imeela and Ziyah. So on and so fucking forth. The connection between my girl and Imeela had thrown us all for a few dozen loops. I knew for a fucking fact that I had not expected that the vampire mate of Jackson’s would end up having a shared connection with Ziyah. It thrilled me though because I could feel how excited she had been at realizing who she was. My girl had been over the fucking moon when we had gotten back from Dark Moon last night. She had been hurt and saddened when she had learned about what had happened to her friend and their coven. She was bound and fucking determined to keep Ime

DANTE Had you ever encountered someone that you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt would be your absolute downfall? Anyone who ever had to face my mate should know that it was her that would be their downfall. We had gotten everyone together today in order to devise a plan for the Slater pack. With both Haleen’s and Pamela’s testimonies, Coverstone had enough to launch an investigation. However, that could be extremely problematic because it would show that Pamela had survived and was taken in by another pack. They might begin searching for her. They would do so under a ‘dead or alive’ order. We would rather avoid that at all costs because they would accomplish it by whatever means necessary, no matter who they would hurt in the process. So, we had to come up with another plan. My mate knew that she could not be a part of this fight because she was pregnant, so she was leading the planning in order to make up for it. I had to admit that she was very sexy when in charge. Ziyah’s fury

DANTE My eyes scanned our surroundings. Alpha Dion and who I would presume to be his Beta stood in front of the training field. They were both only wearing basketball shorts. Tattoos covered their bodies, but they did not look tasteful like mine and Kade’s. Men and women were dressed in workout clothes, listening to the presumed Beta go on and on about the importance of following orders. I could only imagine what the fuck this could apply to – every dirty thing that the Alpha wanted done was to be done. Too many Alphas were like that, and it was disgusting. “Everyone wants to be at the top,” he said, staring the crowd down, “but not everyone deserves it. You have to fight for what you want or watch someone else rip it from right in front of you.” He called a man and a woman to the front of the group. One of them looked like he was built from a fucking mountain, and the female did not look like she was built from even half of what he was. They looked at each other nervously, either