Her toe was millimetres from crossing that line before she broke me. I thought I could do it. Even with provoking my jealousy I was almost there. Almost free of this fucking bond and ready to have my head clear again. The idea of Zeke, or any man for that matter ogling her perfection left me poised to commit a massacre. She knows exactly what she is doing. Talon gave me the slightest nudge and I pounced. Her gasp as I slammed the door and pushed her bare back up against the cold metal was electric. I lost my senses at having all of her immaculate body in front of me. I quickly covered her neck and collarbone in fast, ferocious kisses. The roughness of my shirt material against her nipples, the grip of her hand in my damp hair all sent cascades of electric between our senses. I had to be close to her, I pressed my torso against her, clamping her in place where I felt her smiling against my neck and chest. “What the fuck were you thinking?” I growled, giving her a nip. Hard enough t

I made the right decision. If only to be the person who held her as she wept, it was worth it. The man didn't have much time for me, but he clearly meant the world to her.The ferocity with which the Beta’s set off to hunt the perpetrator down was inspiringly vicious. Such loyalty, such a commitment to protecting their own. I remembered with an internal growl my own White Forest Beta Warriors, so annoyingly docile. These Shadowlands shifters would lay down their lives to catch whoever killed that huge bearded beast, Jackson.As Cherish wept into my arms I realised that this was meant to be. I was meant to cave in and be with her tonight. Otherwise I would have been dragged out of that concrete bunker for a swift execution seeing as I would have had no alibi./Imagine if you had just listened to me earlier/ Talon reproached, /you could have felt this joy, this warmth for so long./Except once she comes to terms with Jackson, Genevieve will begin to digest my shitty bombshell. How the wi

We couldn’t leave Shadowlands without talking to Cillain. I knew he would be distraught about Jackson, but he was already outside on the porch with a steely gaze in his blue eyes. Leant over, elbows perched on the porch railing his entire body was tensed.He had been soft, wounded, openly weeping at finding our parents. He had cradled me to him as I dropped to the floor in hysteria. Yet now he was brutally cold, merely nodding at me. Noting the bag Nikolai carried he muttered. “You are heading back to White Forest?”“I am but I wanted to check on you first. Poor Jackson…why would they hurt him?”I attempted to place my hand on his but he was immovable. No embrace, no warmth came from him and for the first time I recognised his Alpha steeliness. My brother was a changed man.“They killed him to destabilise the pack. To try and take my legs out from under me,” he snapped back, taking his gaze from me. He stared into nowhere, his mind not engaged with me in the slightest. I could feel Ni

Nikolai better be serious about taking me down to the jetty, because if he is away much longer I am going to throw him in it. It’s been almost three weeks, Freya’s ceremony is tomorrow and he’s nowhere to be seen! I’ve got a stunning dress, a swirling mixture of green and yellow silks, tied to a halter neck with an exposed back and no date.Freya has planned every detail and isn’t enjoying a second of her pre-ceremony nerves.“I swear if he misses this ceremony I will murder him!” she raged, striding up and down a yellow parlour. Marigold yellow sofas, custard coloured walls and enough gold and mahogany to resemble a pirate ship, it had become our unofficial hangout. Mainly because it was too vile for anyone else to want to come in. “He’s so selfish! To leave you for almost three weeks! You know my father is going to throw the book at him over this don’t you?”“I think I’m best to talk to him maybe,” trying to simmer her heat down a notch. Freya stopped pacing, looking at me with co

Everyone swooned as Freya walked down the aisle on her fathers arm. Alexander appeared ten feet tall, chest puffed, dark eyes blazing as his peers cooed. Helena waited at the top of the aisle with the proudest smile on her face.I was focused on the slightly-rumpled Phillipe, unsure whether his eyes being green today was good or bad. Freya's white and green gown is a Grecian wonder of soft, flowing pale silk. Enhancing her shape perfectly, with a low cust bust, twisting green garlands and a delicate white satin cloak, she made a perfect Luna. Nikolai’s gaze was focused in the same direction, although Phillipe did not seem to notice either of us. He smiled broadly as he took Freya’s delicate hand. His white hair was styled into a sky-high twisting spike of drama. However his suit was grey with purple piping. Really he should have worn an element of green like everyone else. /Or blue to represent the right wolf/ Priya growled, her voice laced with hostility. NIkolai remained silent, s