Boyd POV If I could describe this moment right now, it would be pure bliss. I felt like every hardship, every trial, every fucked up thing I have had to experience in my life was paying off right now. I have a mate. I have a gorgeous mate, with a feisty streak as red-hot as her beautiful hair. “You’re going to stare a hole in my head,” she laughed with a hoarse voice, her throat raw from screaming out during our mating. My mate is a screamer. A screamer. A growler. A pull my fucking hair and cuss me the fuck out-er. “You’re perfect,” I leaned over her, burying my face into her nape to inhale her warm, comforting scent. She smelled like warm sweet bread, like the Hawaiian rolls everyone eats on Thanksgiving. That was always my favorite fucking scent in the entire damn world. It has the nostalgia of filling meals eaten with all those I love and care about. It came with the feeling of being with family, which had always been my warrior brothers. Now I’m finding that warmth with

“Oh, no,” she chuckled softly. “We can’t have that.” “I know, so give me what I really want.” “And what do you really want?” I held still, not ready to enter her just yet. I was tempted. She was warm and oh-so wet. I already knew how tight and amazing she felt. I was on the cusp of losing my reason. “I want your dick deep in my pussy, pumping me full of your cum,” she said shamelessly, almost making me blush. “Fuck me and fill me, baby.” “Yes ma’am,” I groaned, before slamming into her. “Your wish is my command.” ~ Estel was passed out, exhausted from the long night and long morning of filling our every desires. I was still in newly mated bliss, and wanted to keep the magic going by staying in bed with her, but it was now lunchtime and I didn’t want her to miss another meal. “I’ll be right back,” I whispered as I kissed her cheek. She snored lightly as she stirred, then cuddled against the pillow I used most of the night and settled back into a peaceful sleep. Damn, she was a

He squeezed my shoulder, giving me the kindest smile I have ever received. As a new bout of ugly sobs tore through me, he hugged me tight, letting me feel warmth from another person. It was a somber notion, getting my first gift of human warmth in years from a Beta I never spoke to before this shameful moment. After I calmed down, just enough to let him know I would be alright and to thank him, a beat up pick up pulled onto the dirt trail. Their headlights blinded me for a moment, and when my vision returned, there was an old man with thick dreads surrounding his aged face exiting the driver’s seat. “This him?” the man looked me up and down, then towards the Beta for an answer. “This is Dycin,” the Beta waved towards me after shaking the man’s hand. “You once told me you knew of a place for men that needed to get free from abuse. I hope you can help him.”“Oh, I know the perfect place for this one,” the man smiled, his wrinkles bending and crinkling in ways that had me feeling at e

That was when the first encrypted message popped up on her screen. As I worked to disentangle it, the image of a snake appeared, and an email address. Something so simple and welcoming at a time, I was feeling so resentful to the girl starring in the videos I was working to erase. I tried to ignore it. I didn’t want to betray Rodger, and if I were to correspond with some hacker that was trying to get to Chloe, I would be betraying Rodger. Chloe wouldn’t be the only one affected. Then there was the whole situation with Mick being her mate. If she had a mate, she wouldn’t be Rodger’s problem anymore. Part of me was holding out hope for that. That Chloe and Mick could ride off in the sunset to fuck off together and everything else would go back to as it should be. She and Mick could have the help of his old pack on getting rid of her first mate, and then Rodger would quit beating on himself for events that were never his fault. Broom StiXXX would be my safe haven again, and the heada

Mick sighed, pulling me against him and burying his nose against my nape, right over his mark. He inhaled deeply, over and over again, obviously trying to calm himself.Once he was calmer, he said, “I fought against the urge to lock you in our room. Again.”“Why,” I grabbed his face so that I could see his expression. “What’s wrong?”He shook his head, then rested his forehead on mine and closed his eyes. “You’ll hear what’s wrong soon.” He lifted his head, looking over Lenny and Jamie. His eyes narrowed, then he said to me, “I need to ask them a question, cara. Can you head in first?”Confused, I studied his hard expression, then looked back to see Lenny and Jamie were just as confused as I was. Mick didn’t waver, so I knew whatever was going on, it was serious.I softly kissed Mick's cheek, letting him know I trusted him in whatever was going on. He rested his head on mine briefly, then smacked my ass to get me going.The guard by the door opened it for me, and inside Miles was stan