Wild Wastes Book 3 Novels & Stories

Outside, the ridge was dark against a sky going slowly, deeply blue, and somewhere a wolf was howling — long and low and unhurried, just marking that it was here, that it was present, that the territory was held. She listened until it stopped. Then she opened the folder and got to work. End of Chapter Three.

Would someone dare hurt her in her brother’s territory? I almost trip on a branch in my hurry, but I catch myself in time, bringing me back to reality. As I walk deeper into the woods, my brain cannot help but wonder… where the hell is Wilda headed? Why does she have this much power over me? Why can't I seem to escape thoughts of her?

POV: Mia (Zero) The Wildlands began where the maps stopped telling the truth. There were no border stones, no trails worn by trade or migration, just thickets of blackroot and elderpine, bent beneath generations of storms, and the bones of wolves whose names had long been taken by the wind. I followed no marked path. The medallion Chito gave me warmed against my chest as I pressed deeper into the woods, guided by instinct older than memory, by blood that seemed to remember what my mind had never been taught.

Alec pushes me out of the way as the gorilla attacks again. I roll to my feet, dust myself off, and shoot another burst of light at the monster. It actually hits it this time, but the effect is the same. The energy bounces off it and into the sky. The gorilla is getting angrier and angrier, more determined. "It's not working," I say. "Winter." Alec's eyes widen as he takes in something behind me. I whirl around just in time to see a massive wolf fly over me. The fur on its white underbelly skims the top of my head, and my jaw drops.

We soon left the city, taking a route, which as described by Joseph, would take us to the motel Cameron had booked for our entire stay. The roads were empty, only a few cars to be seen, and at every ground we covered, the excitement burst through me. The fingers of Cameron were linked in mine, form sat back in the seat, while his gaze lingered on me, being taken up by this much glee. "Isn't this exciting?" I let out a squeal, staring on at the areas we drove past. It was a new discovery for me. A journey of thrill. He had only pushed towards me, form so close to mine, while our eyes remained locked in each other's.

‘You can borrow that if you like,’ Diamanda said, looking up briefly from the wafer-thin portable computer notepad she’d pulled out of her other pocket. ‘Er... Thanks.’ He closed the book, not daring to read further. The prose was inflammatory to say the least, at a moment when his senses were burning already. One of the strangest, most compelling women he’d ever met was consulting an electronic diary to see if she could fit him in for a sexual quickie! It seemed about as likely as one of his masturbatory fantasies, and yet it was happening.

He claimed the wilderness was full of vicious Rogues and that he feared for my safety. But the fresh, high-quality prey he sometimes brought back couldn't possibly have come from this outer part of the wilderness. I used to feel sorry for him, for all his hard work, and even offered to hunt with him. But he told me that the deep woods were filled with out-of-control Rogues and rabid beasts. The trap with the rabid bear had left me so terrified that I clung to his every word. Now, any rustle in the woods makes me flinch and instinctively cry out his name.

Two weeks turned into three, and three turned into a month. Avery stopped counting the nights she spent in Drake's penthouse because counting implied an end, and she had stopped believing in endings somewhere around the tenth time he made her cry out his name against the silk sheets. Her own apartment became a place she visited only to change clothes and water the single dying plant on her windowsill. Everything she needed lived on the other side of the city, behind a private elevator that required a key card she now carried in her wallet like a secret badge of honor.

He shoves into my back entrance while Silas is still moving in my front. I let out a muffled scream into Kael’s cock. I am being colonized from every side. Silas is in my front, the Feral is in my back, and Kael is filling my mouth. I am being used by three Alphas at once while the fourth, Prime, stands over us and watches.

The woman stepped forward first, fingers trailing down Lila’s arm. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “We’ve been looking for someone exactly like you.” The man moved behind Lila, hands settling possessively on her hips. “Safe word?” he asked, lips brushing her ear. Lila swallowed. Voice barely a whisper. “Red.” He chuckled darkly. “Good girl.” The woman’s hand slid to the zipper at the back of Lila’s dress. “Then let’s begin.”