SableI’m too boneless to move, too exhausted to think, but Ridge crawls off the bed and grabs a washcloth from the bathroom. He cleans me up a little, and I think I murmur something like thank you before he hovers over me and presses a soft kiss to my lips.Then he lies down beside me and draws me in toward him, tucking me against his large body.Somewhere in the house, a clock chimes the late hour. Ridge’s chest rises and falls beneath my cheek in time with the gentle, lulling sound. Ten distant chimes, each of them haunting, beautiful… and as lazy and satiated as me.I feel amazing.Perfect.Changed.I’m a brand new girl, still reveling in one of the most life-changing experiences a woman can have. My body aches all over, but this time, it’s for the right reasons and in all the right places. I’m still coming down off the high, although I wish I could stay there forever.Ridge’s arms are warm as he holds me, trailing his fingers over my back. Even though he’s no longer inside me, I

SableI awake in a cocoon of warmth and limbs.Light spills through the break in the curtains over the window, arcing across Archer’s face. He’s lying in front of me, one hand resting on my hip as he sleeps. He looks almost angelic in the golden morning sunlight. It turns his blond hair luminous, like a halo around his sharp, handsome face. In sleep, his expression is just as soft and kind as ever.All four men slept in the bed with me last night, refusing to leave my side. I got the feeling they all wanted to reassure me that they wouldn’t leave me. Staying with me seemed like a kind of promise that they’re serious about not driving me away, even if I’m unable to pick just one of them to be my mate.Lying in a giant pile was a bit awkward to get used to—arms, hands, and legs in weird places, like we were a pack of puppies trying to find the right way to lie on top of one another in a basket. But after a while, I got used to the feeling of sharing my space. Now, I don’t think I ever w

DareI am not okay. Not even a fucking little bit. My emotions are the mental equivalent of a tornado that’s decimated a small town.When I crawled back to the North Pack’s mating cabin, I did it on autopilot. For several years, I took care of myself without reaching out for any help, and I was comfortable with that lifestyle. But the witches fucked me up. I knew when I managed to get away for the second time that I was a hell of a lot more injured than I could deal with on my own.My first thought was to go to Sable and the other pack alphas, because who the hell else would help me? I’m a lone wolf without a single pack mate to give two shits what happens to me. But Sable… she does. She cares what happens to me, and I think it’s because of her that Trystan, Ridge, and Archer do too.But fuck. When Sable went into her transformation and we all got a good fucking look at what was coming, it messed with my head. When I found her by the side of the stream that first night, looking like m

SableI wouldn’t say I ever look forward to practicing my magic, but over the next few days, my training sessions get a bit easier. It still doesn’t respond every time I try to call it up, and I live in terror of drawing a sigil wrong or accidentally unleashing a blast of raw magic.But my control is increasing. Slow and steady, as Archer reminds me over and over. That’s the way I’m going to make this work.A few days later, we’re finishing up breakfast before heading to the training barn when there’s a knock at the front door.Archer doesn’t get many visitors. We wake up in the morning and eat, then we go to the training barn for a few hours. In the afternoons, he often goes to visit with his father and check that things with the pack are going all right.Malcolm does as much leading as he can from his bed, but there’s a lot he still needs Archer for, and their close relationship is amazing to behold. Sometimes I go with him, and sometimes I give him privacy. It’s become a routine, o

sableI don’t know quite how this happened.One minute, Trystan and I were standing practically nose-to-nose, shouting at each other… and now we’re kissing like we might die if we stop.It’s like all the emotions that were rising up inside me suddenly crystalized into a single feeling.Desire.His lips are warm and firm against mine as he kisses me feverishly, driving all the breath from my lungs. His tongue strokes against mine, hungry and demanding, and his hands are all over my body. We stumble across the small kitchen, tripping and weaving from side to side as we go. I have a vague notion that I want to get to the bedroom, and I think we’re moving in that direction. But then my back hits the wall in the little hallway that leads toward the bedroom, and I forget all about where we were going.Trystan’s body pins me, his lips still devouring mine as his hands slide up under my shirt, meeting bare skin. Fireworks explode in my nerve-endings as he reaches higher, massaging my breasts