Elena I wake with a groan as the sunlight streaming through the window steals into my peaceful oblivion. Last night’s little jumping off a bridge without a net adventure hadn’t ended well and this morning, everything hurts. It would be a shitty way to start my eighteenth birthday, if I did birthdays. Which I didn’t. Gingerly scooting out of bed, I stumble into the bathroom to assess the damage. Lifting the t-shirt I somehow managed to pull on before I passed out last night, I press a hand over the bruise blooming across my ribs and hiss as a stabbing pain shoots through my torso. Yep, those are broken. Not that it would stop me from doing something equally reckless again tonight. My ribs scream at me as I reach for the shower door. On second thought, maybe they need at least one day to heal before I find a new way to injure myself. I can find a less pain-inducing way to spend my time for one night. I hate that this is my life, constantly chasing the next adrenaline high to nu

Elena “May we cut in?” Mr. Tall, Dark and Devilishly Handsome says, casually laying a hand on Jake’s shoulder. “That’s up to Lena.” Jake glares back at him, looking completely unimpressed with the man touching him. “Lena,” the one standing behind me purrs, “that’s a beautiful name.” His warm breath on my ear makes me shiver and he chuckles at my response. Asshole. Over the past five years, I’ve made appearing cold-hearted into an art form. But for some reason, my body is reacting to these men as if they own it. That doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for them. What fun would it be if I didn’t make them work for it? So I turn over my shoulder and instead of getting lost in the stormy gray eyes of the man who has me seeing double, I hold him in an icy stare. “It’s actually Elena. Only my friends use the nickname and I don’t know you.” His lips turn up in a wicked grin and I’m pretty sure my body betrays just how much I want to get to know him. “That’s okay, gorgeous. We

Mason “Alpha Cross, with all due respect, you have no right to tell me how to run my household.” One of my pack members, an older traditionalist wolf, blares at me. “I do when it involves the welfare of the wolves under your roof.” I reply calmly. “When I was sworn in as Alpha I made it very clear that the old ways would not be tolerated. No she-wolves will be bartered like property against their will in my pack! “Your daughter will be allowed the opportunity to find her fated mate or choose one for herself when she comes of age and not before. Any arrangement you made with the South Woods Alpha you can consider null and void. I’ll be happy to inform him myself if you prefer.” I sit behind my desk with my hands folded in my lap, refusing to let this man rile me. There are still plenty of hold outs just like him here in Sacred Moon and I’ll be Goddess damned if I give them a reason to fight. He glares at me with burning hatred in his eyes but what he doesn’t know is he can’t po

Mason “Ellie! Are you hurt?” I call out when I hear her cries, following the sound and her scent through the woods. “Ellie, I’m coming!” But when she finally comes into view, the sight sends me into a murderous rage at the same time a thousand knives pierce my heart. Because she’s not hurt and those weren’t cries of pain I heard. Not even close. Some guy’s cock is still buried inside her. He slides free from her body as they all turn to face me. The men with her, obviously twins, stand shoulder to shoulder to block her from view. But she peers out between them, our eyes connecting, and in that moment, I know she feels it too. Our bond. “Mine!” I roar, fur pushing up through my skin as my wolf forces the shift, ready to tear apart the men touching his mate. My dads and the Alphas try to restrain me but even they aren’t enough to hold back my own Alpha wolf. Not when his mate is naked and in the arms of not one but two other men. Another violent roar rips from my chest as I wrenc

Elena My head was a fucking mess! The last twenty-four hours were crashing in on me like a tsunami and I was drowning. It was too much. One minute I’m flying high. I finally, finally got my wolf and she is perfect! She is everything! That alone is enough to make my heart soar. But that isn't all. I also have two incredibly sexy men claiming I belong to them. Both of them. And the sex is fucking phenomenal! If it makes me a slut that I already know how good it is then so be it. I don’t give two fucks! I feel like I can breathe with them, like maybe there’s a chance I’m not so broken after all. But then there’s him, Mason fucking Cross. What the fuck is he even doing here? After all these years, why did he have to come back just when I’m starting to feel like I might actually be able to move on? “Mate!” My wolf whimpers in my head once again, as she has since he walked into that field. “No! No, no, no, no, no!” I rebuke her. “I don’t know what kind of sick game the Goddess