All Chapters of The Wrong Brother's Bite: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Clay Jasperfang POVShe looks so crushed I can barely stand it. I push my chair back from the wooden table, my broad frame shifting, and tap my thigh with my hand. "Come here, my sweet Luna. Let your Alpha hold you.""I am far too heavy in these mountain riding boots," Lamia protests softly, though her voice lacks its usual sharp edge."You feel like a feather to my wolf. Come here."She pushes herself up and clomps around the side of the long table. I open my arms wide and lift her directly onto my lap, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist as I pull her flush against my chest. I press a lingering kiss into the soft skin of her temple, breathing in her scent—a intoxicating mix of pine, mountain air, and pure female heat."Now," I whisper, my broad chest rumbling against her back. "Tell me about these ancient pack lessons. What did you do—accidentally set fire to the training grounds?""It was at the young pup sanctuary in our home territory—I was only six years old," she admits,

"Really?" I manage, my breath hitching as his heavy heat presses against me. "Did you?"I do not know why, but playing this game of revealing our forbidden urges is my absolute favorite thing to do with Clay. How much of his dark confession is truth versus his wild wolf mind running rampant, I have no clue, but I am utterly addicted to it—especially when his cock is throbbing against my wet thighs."Gods above, yes," he growls, notching his thick head right at my slick entrance. I brace my feet against the wet stone for the inevitable intrusion. "I would watch you stand beside my brother at the Moon Assembly, and my wolf would go feral. I imagined pulling you into the dark trees of the sacred grove, dragging up your silk gowns, and baring this gorgeous ass for my mark. I wanted to drop to my knees and lick you until you begged for my knot. But you do not need that right now, do you, my Luna? You are soaking wet for your Alpha."I am completely dripping, and he is not talking about the

"Lamia," Rham says to me in that infuriatingly proper tone of his, his jaw set like he is delivering an official report to the Grand Wolf Assembly. "You have met Christine. Christine, you will remember Lamia from Ethan Silverfang's pack celebration."Christine, you will remember that I reneged on a sacred lifelong promise to Lamia five days before our wedding, and that you are the reason my wolf broke the mating oath.Sometimes I hate our uptight Silvercrest social rules. Sometimes I want to know what would happen if I threw my claws out publicly and let my inner beast rip the room apart. The idea is mortifying for a High Luna, of course, but wouldn't it be liberating to say exactly what I mean, just once?Worse, Rham has his arm wrapped protectively around Christine in a tight side hug, as if I might shift into my wolf and tear her throat out. Worse yet, Clay is not even here to anchor me. My husband is down at the Elder Moon Lodge, helping his mother with her personal pack guard. So

That said, the whole pack got a front-row seat to the spectacle of them falling in love again, on and off screen. The raw, primal chemistry those two brought to the First Moon Trial was a tough act for the rest of Silvercrest's elite stars to follow. You cannot fake that kind of intense mate-bond heat, no matter how skilled a performer you are.I watch in a blissed-out haze as High Alpha Dominic and Luna Georgiana sit together on a velvet settee, their sweet wolf pups playing at their feet. Dominic keeps his broad, heavy arm wrapped around his marked mate like it is the most natural thing in the world. Their hotness levels are insane. Both of them carry that golden, high-born shine.Every female in the territory is obsessed with Dominic, that broad-shouldered warrior whose patrician alpha features translate so well to classical pack lore, but I have crushed hard for years on his Luna, Georgiana. She is the poster child for high-ranking females who know their worth and stand ground bef

The conversation flows as rapidly as the crystal waterfall plunging down the obsidian wall behind us. There is very little talk of border politics and a relentless stream of territory gossip, playful taunts, and pack inside jokes. The dark-haired Luna, Selene, teases her massive, battle-hardened Alpha relentlessly. They all join in, actually. Clay and Orion—who commands the Stormfang vanguard—are clearly the commanding life of the hall. While Selene radiates vibrant, unfiltered power and Orion’s marked mate, Aurora, seems exceptionally sweet, it is Rhea Moonfire I find myself watching over and over. I do not think I have ever encountered a female wolf so absolute in her authority. Her cold, unyielding composure is what I spend my life trying to fake, but for her, it is just bloodline truth.That is not to say she lacks heat or political charm—she has both in spades—but her alpha aura is so refined, so impossibly cool."Why do you males not stalk off to the high terrace and procure us