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ZoeyHe crosses my feet and holds them together with one hand, using the other to yank down the shorts I’m wearing. I don’t have panties and tremble when the cool air hits my hot, wet flesh. “Look how wet you are,” he grunts, immediately plunging his fingers inside me, stretching me, pounding me until it hurts. “But this isn’t enough, is it? Even though it feels so good. Doesn’t it?” He picks up his speed, his fingers curled, and a howl of primal rage tears itself from me. Because yes, yes, it feels good. Even better the faster, the harder, the more brutally he uses me.I’m right on the edge, my eyes closed, every fiber of my being focused on the friction, the delicious, unbearable friction, and the tension it causes, and yes, it’s so good, yes—And then I scream, but not in relief. I scream because he stopped a split second too soon. My eyes fly open, and I find him laughing at me, looming over me. “Maybe I won’t fuck you,” he suggests, now using my shorts to bind my an

Wesley Just before the words leave my lips, before they roll off my tongue and condemn me, I see the problem with that. If I send her back, it’s the same as admitting I made a mistake. That I did the wrong thing. That she isn’t mine.And if I do that, it makes the entire pack look bad. Hence my father’s rage. I have to wonder how he’d be acting if the council wasn’t here, if it was only the two of us. He’s barely controlling his wolf as it is.“It isn’t bad enough we’re at war with those damned witches?” he bellows. “No, now your wandering dick is set to cause a war within the packs, as well.”“So?” Dad throws his hands into the air. “Tell me how you plan on fixing this. Make it fast and make it good.”“There’s no way to fix this,” Thorne grumbles, while several of the others mutter their agreement. “We may as well kiss goodbye any chance of working alongside the Star Moon Pack when it comes time for the next battle.”“Let’s not go that far,” I implore, step

ZoeyAt the end of the hall is a staircase, which I slowly climb, listening hard. For what? I don’t know. For the breathing of someone watching me, waiting for me, ready to jump out and make me pay for leaving my cell? I hate this uncertainty, but I’d be a real idiot if I wasn’t at least a little nervous.There’s no boogeyman waiting for me at the top of the stairs. Just another two hallways, one stretching out in front of me, the other to my left. Things are a lot different up here: polished wood floors, artwork on the walls, family photos here and there. I feel small and inconsequential under the vaulted ceilings that seem to stretch up forever.After walking the length of the hall stretching in front of me, the scent of food stirs hope in my chest. I follow it, my stomach growling. When was the last time I ate?Another scent makes its way to me, one that makes me stumble a little and second-guess myself. Their scents used to seem so similar, to the point where I c

ZoeyIt feels like somebody lined my throat with sandpaper. I try to swallow and wince from the discomfort. What happened to me?That seems like the more important question right about now. I don’t recognize the smell of this place. When I pry my eyes open, my vision is blurry—when it clears, though, there isn’t much more information for me to go on beyond a row of beds across from me, light streaming in from windows above them. It looks like a hospital set-up.Why would I…Oh. Right. Immediately, I lift my hand and touch my chest. There was an arrow in it. An arrow with a carving on the bolt. A symbol I’d never seen before and didn’t get much time to ponder before everything turned to pain. Every breath, every movement, every time I blinked my eyes.It isn’t dark anymore. It looks like a beautiful, sunny day outside. How long have I been here?A familiar scent hits my senses, and I turn my head to the right to find Falcon smiling at me. My heart sinks a litt

Wesley Zoey stands, her chin held high as she stares down her father. “You know you can’t get in the way of what’s already been put in motion,” she reminds him. Her voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. She’s confident, poised, and strong.And damn it, my cock stiffened the instant she said she marked me.Even though it’s a lie.“But they didn’t invade us there, did they? They did it here.”“And where else would I be but with my mate?” She reaches for him and takes his hands. “Dad, things are already tough enough right now. And yeah, I had a close call. But shouldn’t that tell us there are more important things than petty arguments? I don’t want things to be like this between us. But I can’t deny the bond, either.”I manage to pry my eyes from her long enough to glance at my brother, whose expression reveals his surprise. He’s impressed, too. I feel it, and my pride threatens to make its way out of me in a howl. Look at her. Listen to her.“It is.