Having spent my entire life solely focused on being a good girl and stressing about my true mate, I finally felt like I could breathe around Nico. I felt sure in my choice of him, this whole fated mate thing was way more hyped up. Sure I was drawn to Jensen in a magnetic way, there was no denying that, his scent made my head do weird things and lit up my body, but I could definitely avoid the pull, and I would certainly be able to keep away from him when I saw him again. Nya had retreated and was locking herself away, but she would come around, the mate thing was harder for her than me. I was okay, I was hurt, but I was going to be happy if it fucking killed me..Of course fate loves to slap you when you’re feeling confident. Nico had insisted we go out for a nice dinner, dragging a hilariously awkward Liam along who pointedly refused to discuss mates and instead found any other topic, including weather, hum

Jensen is silent for a few moments, he stares at the fire, before turning back to face us, “I was a rogue, after my pack was killed” his eyes meet mine briefly “I was a hostage who was trained, and beaten, and kept in the dark about what was going on. But about a year after they took me in, a group of us escaped, the rogues have a madness taking over, not the normal rogue behavior, but they are actually losing their minds. They seem to believe that packs have banded together with witches to wipe out all rogues.” He let out a sigh and sat back “we spent a year rescuing those we could, which is where the first of our numbers began and where we were able to piece together information. The rogues have been planning for years, this madness is some sort of disease spreading through them, it’s creating and fueling paranoia and violence. They have witches hostage, and have been creating an army, I have kept my pack as hidden as

“You could have killed him” Nico rubs his face“I couldn’t have, mate bond” I point out, none of my attacks were deadly, my wolf wouldn’t let me anyways“It looked like you were gonna kill him” Liam chuckled and I had to fight from laughing with him“That’s not the point, you can’t do that in his territory, he could have you killed for attempting to take his pack”“He started it” I growled, my amusement fading rapidly‘He deserved it’ Nya said to me, she was feeling smug with how the fight had turned out, preening with proud energy“Let’s just get through this training and get home” he meets m

  His hands are rough, fisting my hair, gripping my hip, pawing at my breasts, one second we are locked in a kiss so fierce the world could burn down around us and we’d never even know, and the next second he’s nipping the flesh on my neck, grazing the spot his mark should be. I’m gasping and clawing at his back, pulling him toward me. There’s no way to stop, I can hear the tiniest shadow of myself screaming somewhere in the distance, but the moon ticking closer to complete eclipse and the vivid red soaking the sky has my own inner voice drowning faster than the heat pooling between my thighs.   Jensen and I fall onto the cream cushions of the couch, he lays me back, a growl rumbling in his chest as he spreads my legs, running a finger slowly from my knee to my core, sparks feel like flames and I hear myself let out a raspy plea. His fingers slick from my juices, he slides one inside of

The sound of car doors closing had me looking up from my coffee, Liam met my gaze, pity in his eyes and I clenched my jaw. My forced chosen mate is here. Taking one last sip of the black liquid, I stood and strode toward the door, taking a deep breath to calm myself and my wolf.The morning sun reflecting off the car cut my vision briefly, the scent of wildflowers and morning rain wrapped around my senses, suddenly my wolf was urging us forward, and I stumbled the last few steps of the pack house.In front of me stood a female I recognized from my travels, Anne with soft blond hair and hazel eyes. She had been kind but hadn’t been my mate, I looked at her my eyebrows scrunching before scenting the air again. Movement behind her caught my eye, a small female, must be barely 18 or 19 peered around Anne’s shoulder, her giant blue eyes looked up at me and an expression of shock on her face.“Mate” she and I whispered together.Anne whipped around, her eyes on the beautiful girl, “Gloria?”