Cinnamon Cookie Run Novels & Stories

"Secondly, any attempts to force or coerce a mate will not be tolerated. Mating must be a consensual act between two willing partners. Anyone who violates this rule will be punished severely." The crowd murmured in agreement, and the Alpha King continued. "Finally, I want to remind everyone that the moon event is not just about mating. It is also an opportunity for our pack to come together and strengthen our bonds. There will be games, feasting, and festivities throughout the event. I encourage all of you to participate and enjoy yourselves." With that, the Alpha King rolled up the note and tucked it back into his pocket. "That is all for now. Let us all prepare ourselves for the upcoming e

"It's you being brave!" My chest tightened. "It's beautiful, sweetheart." "Uncle Jack says you're the bravest rider he knows. He says you can outrun anything." If only that were true. Later that evening, after Eli had fallen asleep curled between Sable and Big Mike during movie night, I finally made it to my room to check the package Tommy had mentioned. It was small, unmarked, with no return address. Inside was a burner phone and a single message: "They're moving north. Time to run again. - A friend."

he says in a soft, gentle voice. Saturn stares at everybody and then looks to Treasure. Apparently they can talk without mindlink or speaking at all because after a few seconds Treasure looks at the rest of us and starts explaining what happened. Once we get the full story from the girls, the ladies take them to the kitchen, so they can go bake cookies that allows us men to talk about what we smelt near the cliff. Parker is the first one to speak up “ am I crazy or did those scents at the cliff smell like aunt Ainsley”

I don't know what to say to that, so I say nothing. He turns for the door, then stops with his hand on it, like there's one more thing he almost says and decides against. When he finally speaks, it isn't what I expect. "They're gathering the circle early," he says. "Lorenzo wants it done the moment the moon clears the ridge. No delays." "Why the rush?" Darin's jaw tightens, the way it does right before he decides how much to actually tell me. "Because Lorenzo doesn't like how long today has already dragged on," he says. "And neither, honestly, do I."

My silent question is answered by her, almost as if she's read my mind. "When things are wrong, Minnie always makes cookies. It's a way to change the mood in the house, and if it's her fault, cinnamon cookies are her trademark," she says softly, her eyes fixed on Minnie and Abby, who is sneaking a cookie while the housekeeper turns her back. I give a small smile. Cinnamon cookies are great. I need to remind myself that this is how I should apologize, too. I need to remind myself that I should adapt to their routine, not them to mine.