Amber’s POVThe vase that had once adorned a side table near the sliding doors of the patio now lay in shards against the far wall. Her fists were still clenched by her side as anger flowed through her veins. Her hair was disheveled and her mouth was set in a grim line.None of her plans had worked so far. Why, after six years, did Troy suddenly decide to move on and with an arranged bride? She might have understood it better if he’d fallen in love with someone, dated and then decided to take the leap into marriage.Her wolf had retreated that day in Troy’s suite. That woman’s scent was all over the place, infuriating her wolf. What was so special about the slut in any way? She knew they didn’t love each other, Troy had told her, so why?It didn’t make sense. They were fated to be together and if Justin had just kept it in his pants then she would have been Luna by now. She was the rightful Luna and no two-bit slag from wherever was going to change that.A knock on her suite door star

Drake’s POVDrake stood under the water in his shower and lifted his head into the spray. He was tired, somewhat depressed and bored. Troy was being kept busy with international investors, King Maxim and their other businesses.He needed to find his mate, his wolf was already agitated and becoming more ruthless as time went by. He travelled with Troy, extensively and on his own. It’s been years and he’d started to believe that she was dead or had taken a chosen mate. He’d never know.It was still early when he headed to the Alpha office and read the text Troy had sent him. He had three business meetings in the city and would only be back late that night. He settled in behind his desk and opened his laptop.He hated paperwork, he preferred field work, fighting, loved the bloodlust that surged through his wolf’s veins, loved the hunt and the thrill of being in the midst of battle. Peace was good too, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t sometimes wish that a group of rogues would brea

Reese’s POVReese and Drake sat in the kitchen of the Alpha Suite and stared at nothing in particular. Reese was still pissed off and it seemed so was Drake. They hadn’t heard from Troy and it was nearing dinner time so she walked to the fridge and took out a chilled bottle of wine.“I don’t want Julian as my Gamma anymore. I don’t care about his position or if he was born into it or whatever but I don’t want him near me,” Reese said.Drake stood up and took the bottle from her hands and proceeded to open it. “Don’t worry about that. Julian will be lucky if Troy lets him stay in the pack after that stunt.”“Anything from Troy?” Reese asked but she knew the answer to that already. Drake’s phone was on the counter and hadn’t made a peep in hours.Drake poured her a glass of wine and left it out on the counter. He had a feeling she was going to empty the whole thing. Reese gave him a brief smile and emptied the glass in one swallow. It was going to be a long day.“You should eat somethin

Reese’s POVShe had promised herself she wouldn’t cry in front of him. She loathed his presence, loathed that she craved his presence. Asshole! She sat in her office and willed herself not to cry. He’d slept with Amber, his mate. She should’ve expected it, she should’ve known it would happen.Why was she so unlovable? She hated how much it hurt and how much his voice made her feel safe and warm. She wasn’t safe with him and she cursed the mark on her shoulder, cursed Troy and his stupid penis too.Her office door opened and she froze but sagged backwards in relief when it was Drake that stepped inside. “Luna Madden …”“Don’t fucking call me that!”Drake smiled and then straightened himself. “Luna Reese, Alpha Troy is waiting in the foyer for you. We’re ready to leave.”“You’re coming with us?” Reese was hopeful because she really didn’t want to be alone with Troy, anywhere.“You’re short a Gamma since Troy transferred him to Stone Link,” Drake said and chuckled.“What’s wrong with Sto

Reese’s POVShe inadvertently squeezed Troy’s hand when the vehicles stopped in front of the Beta House. She had no idea how she was supposed to keep herself together. People stood on the porch but she knew their bodies weren’t there anymore.“You don’t have to do this right now, Reese.” Troy’s thumb rubbed circles into her hand and she looked down briefly.“I have to,” she whispered.“Okay, I’ll be with you every step of the way,” Troy said and she nodded her head. “Drake, speak to whoever’s in charge and find out what they know.”Troy opened his door but he kept a firm grip on Reese’s hand. Russo walked on Reese’s other side and she was glad now that he was there. He shielded her from view and spoke to the warriors on her behalf. Troy had only nodded his head at Russo, giving him the go-ahead to proceed.She walked into the house and inhaled sharply. She could smell their blood. Her body started to tremble and Russo looked at her over his shoulder. “Give me the word and I’ll get you