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Sixty One

AUTHOR'S POVEmberly stepped out into the freezing night air. A loud, wet groan broke the silence of the courtyard. One of Jordan’s elite security guards stumbled up the concrete steps. His large hand tightly clutched his left shoulder. Dark, thick blood pumped fast from a deep, jagged cut. It was a massive blade wound from Garrett Butler’s ambush. The guard's eyes rolled back in his head. His knees gave out, and he crashed heavily onto the hard concrete.Emberly did not scream. Her mind went completely blank of fear. Cold, hard muscle memory took over instantly. Before all this, she was a Lynne. Her father was not just a pack Beta. He was a master pack tactician and a frontline field medic. She had seen him several times stitch up torn warriors. He taught her exactly how to stop a dying wolf from bleeding out in the dirt.She dropped to her knees right beside the massive guard. The blood was bright red. It sprayed in a fast rhythm, matching the beat of his failing heart. A major ar

Sixty Two

AUTHOR'S POVAlpha Magnus stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his suite, his silhouette a dark cut against the city lights. He held a tablet, tapping a finger against the screen. The daily intel reports from the university were late. For three days, the surveillance logs regarding the "academic supervisor" had been nonexistent."The campus has uh… become a black hole," Magnus said, his voice quiet, almost a whisper. "The flow of reports has stopped. My son is playing a game, and I have lost the thread."Ronan shifted, his heels clicking against the marble floor. "Jordan has been erratic, Alpha. He is distracted.""Distracted?" Magnus stepped closer, his gaze hardening. "Distraction is a human weakness. Jordan is many things, but he is not careless. If he is losing interest in his surveillance, it is because he has found something more valuable to watch.""I will personally oversee the sweep," Ronan replied, his jaw set. "If the boy is still on the grounds, I will drag him into th

Sixty Three

EMBERLYThe air in the apartment felt heavy, like it was being squeezed through a straw. I stood by the reinforced window, my forehead pressed against the cool glass, watching the shadows stretch across the quad. Somewhere out there, Alpha Magnus was hunting me, and Garrett Butler, a man who didn’t believe in mercy, was likely already narrowing the perimeter. Every rustle of leaves outside sounded like a footstep. Every flickering campus light felt like an eye watching us."Em, step away from the window."Jordan’s voice was low, vibrating against the floorboards. I turned to look at him. He was sitting on the edge of the mattress, his shoulders hunched, his eyes fixed on the door. He looked like a coiled spring, ready to snap."They’re close, aren't they?" I whispered, my voice sounding thin and alien in the small room."My father is sweeping the north side," Jordan said, his tone clipped, professional. "He’s methodical. And Garrett? Garrett doesn’t play by the rules. If he catches a

Sixty Four

EMBERLYWhen I woke up the next morning, I lay there for a long time, watching the pale gray light seep through the curtains, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of Jordan's breathing beside me. His arm was draped across my stomach, heavy and warm, his face half-buried in the crook of my neck.But I couldn't stop touching him.My hand drifted down his chest, tracing the ridges of his abs, the trail of hair that led lower. His skin was hot beneath my fingers, and I felt that pull again. The mate bond humming under my skin, demanding closeness, demanding that I do a thing or two to that fat cock.I let my hand slide lower, my fingers brushing through the coarse hair at the base of his cock. He stirred in his sleep, a soft grunt escaping his lips. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling his half-hard cock. He was thick even like this, and I felt a pulse of heat between my legs as I started to stroke him.Slow. Deliberate. Watching his face the whole time.His cock hardened in my grip, fil

Sixty Five

AUTHOR'S POVBeta Ronan leaned against the reinforced steel bumper of his blacked-out SUV, the glowing cherry of his cigar burning bright in the deep shadows. He checked his watch, the metal cold against his wrist, just as the heavy crunch of combat boots echoed from the end of the alley.One of Jordan’s hand-picked elite private guards stepped into the dim glow of the streetlamp. The man looked exhausted, his dark blue uniform soaked through from the miserable weather."Cold night for a perimeter shift," Ronan said smoothly, his voice slicing through the sound of the pouring rain. He took a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling a thick cloud of grey smoke. "The athletic department usually keeps the heating grates running near the dorms. You should tell the maintenance crew to fix that.""Yes, sir," the guard replied tightly, his posture going rigid. He knew exactly who Ronan was, and he knew a Beta of the Southern Pack did not wait in dirty campus alleyways just to discuss building main

Sixty Six

EMBERLYFuck!The name hit me like a blow to the liver. All the warmth, all the safety I had felt seconds ago instantly evaporated, replaced by a freezing, suffocating shot of pure adrenaline. Beta Ronan. Alpha Magnus’s right-hand executioner. He wasn't supposed to be here. He had absolutely no jurisdiction over the university housing unless he had a direct warrant from the Alpha himself."Get up," Jordan commanded. His voice wasn't gentle anymore; it was the cold, unyielding tone of an Alpha preparing for a war zone.I scrambled out of the bed, my bare feet hitting the freezing hardwood floor. I frantically grabbed the oversized, torn t-shirt I had been wearing yesterday and shoved it over my head. My hands were shaking so violently I could barely pull the fabric down."How does he know?" I asked, my breathing turning shallow and erratic. "How the hell is he here?"Jordan didn't answer. He lunged across the room toward his tactical duffel bag sitting in the corner. He ripped the h

Sixty Seven

EMBERLY"What the hell are you doing?"Jordan was standing in the doorway. His dark eyes tracked my movements, his shoulders practically blocking the entire exit. The raw, protective warmth he had shown me an hour ago was completely gone, replaced by a rigid, tense Alpha panic."I have to leave, Jordan," I said flatly, keeping my eyes focused on zipping up the heavy bag. "I’m already behind on three different lectures. My boss at the cafe is going to fire me if I miss another shift without calling in, and my entire administrative cover is going to blow up if Professor Vance realizes I’ve completely vanished from the grid.""You are not walking out that door," Jordan commanded, stepping fully into the room. His voice dropped into that low, gravelly register that usually forced my wolf into submission. "Did you forget what happened last night? Garrett Butler is out there. He knows what you look like. He is a trained, lethal operative who put one of my best men in the hospital. If you wa

Sixty Eight

EMBERLYThe morning light filtering through the bulletproof glass of the secure loft was pale and cold. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at my reflection, dreading the physical process of erasing myself. The absolute safety of Jordan’s off-grid apartment was a temporary illusion. The real world was waiting outside that heavy steel door, and I was already suffocating under the weight of the life I was neglecting.I picked up the thick, canvas chest binder from the counter. Taking a deep breath, I wrapped it tightly around my ribs, hooking the metal clasps into place one by one until my chest was completely flat. The restriction was immediate and punishing. My lungs protested, the tight fabric digging into my bruised skin, but I forced myself to ignore the pain. I pulled a baggy, faded grey hoodie over my head and dragged a pair of loose denim jeans up my hips, completely burying my female frame.Finally, I grabbed the cheap, aggressive men’s cologne from my backpack. I

Sixty Nine

EMBERLYThe back alley behind the campus cafe smelled heavily of sour milk, wet cardboard, and freezing rain. I pushed the heavy metal service door open with my shoulder, dragging two massive, leaking trash bags across the slick concrete. My arms ached with a deep, pulsing exhaustion, and my ribs felt like they were actively cracking under the relentless pressure of my canvas chest binder. I heaved the bags up, throwing them violently into the industrial dumpster before slamming the heavy plastic lid shut.I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, desperate to just grab my backpack and disappear into the shadows back to Jordan’s secure loft."Emberly. Please just wait a second."I froze. I recognized the voice instantly. Nina stepped out from the shadows near the employee break area, pulling her thick winter coat tightly around her shoulders. Her face was pale under the flickering yellow light of the alleyway streetlamp, her eyes wide and red-rimmed as if she had been crying in the emp

Seventy

EMBERLYRING!The bell above the cafe door chimed, cutting through the loud, rhythmic grinding of the espresso machines. I was wiping down the front counter, my chest aching from the relentless pressure of my canvas binder, when the ambient noise in the shop suddenly seemed to evaporate.I looked up. Beta Ronan was standing just inside the entrance.Shit.He wasn't wearing his usual tactical gear, but the tailored dark suit did nothing to hide the lethal, predatory bulk of his frame. He scanned the crowded room with that usual cold detachment until his eyes locked directly onto me. My blood turned to ice. The heavy, synthetic pine cologne I had sprayed over my neck suddenly felt entirely insufficient.Ronan bypassed the long line of complaining college students, walking straight up to my register. The customers instinctively stepped back, their human instincts recognizing a dominant predator even if they didn't know what a werewolf was."Emberly," Ronan said, his voice a low, grave

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