Mason “Where would she go, Livvy?” I would never hurt my sister but she recoils from the dangerous vibes rolling off me as I demand she help me find my mate. “I’m not sure I should tell you,” She dodges. “She obviously didn’t want you to follow her or she would have told you herself. And she’s my best friend. You know, chicks before dicks and all that.” “Olivia!” I bark, letting her know my patience is wearing thin. My wolf is almost rabid with the need to pursue, to hunt, to chase what’s his. Having her so close, in our room, in our space, stirred all his possessive instincts. I barely contain the growl that rumbles in my chest, threatening to escape, and Olivia sees how close I am to losing control. “Ugh, fine!” She grunts at me. “She didn’t tell me where she was headed. But I may have heard something about a party at the cliffs and if I know Ellie, that’s where she’ll be. And I doubt she’s there for the booze.” “What do you mean?” I try and fail to keep the snarl from my vo

Asher I hold Ellie with her face pressed to my chest, shielding her from the gruesome scene in front of us. The forest is quiet, no lingering scents or presence of any kind that we could find. Still, all my senses are on high alert, ready to react at the slightest hint of danger. “Ellie? Little one?” Mason turns her in my arms, cupping her face in his hands and resting his forehead against hers. It’s a testament to how terrified she is that she lets him get close to her. “I know you're scared but you’re the only one with a pack link, I need you to contact your dads, get them to come here. Can you do that for me?” A hushed whimper bubbles out but she nods her affirmation. “That’s my brave girl.” He whispers, kissing her forehead before he steps back. I want to snarl, growl and spit at him for touching her but now isn’t the time. If it’s comforting for her, makes her feel safe, then I won’t deny her what she needs. Her eyes glaze over for a moment and I see a range of emotion

Mason Starting the day with Ellie in my arms is a dream come true. My arm is draped over her waist and our legs are twined together. My face is buried in her silky hair where I’m drowning in her delicious scent and my morning wood is nestled perfectly against her round ass. Nothing has ever felt better. She’s so soft and pliant like this, so different from the hostile girl who hates my guts. I want it to last forever but I know it’s too much to ask. I already feel her stirring and I know my chance to hold her is coming to an end. But that’s okay, because she’s my responsibility now and I’m going to use every minute of our time together to make her fall in love with me and accept our bond. She just doesn’t know it yet. But she will. A few minutes later, she wiggles out of my arms and off the bed. I let her, pretending to sleep so she doesn’t try to talk to me. Knowing her, it would only turn into a shouting match. She creeps into her bathroom, tiptoeing across the room like she

Asher “Why the fuck do you smell like him?” I demand as soon as Mason goes inside, leaving us alone. “And don’t tell me it’s from him carrying you because I can smell him all over you. Did he touch you without your permission?” My voice is low but there is no mistaking the menace in it. If he touched her in a way she didn’t ask for or pressured her in any way, I’ll fucking murder him. If she did ask for it, I don’t know what I’ll do. “No!” She rushes to reassure me, but she’s not looking me in the eye and she doesn’t offer more. “Tell me what happened, gorgeous.” I cup her cheek in my hand and force her eyes back to mine. “It’s my fault!” Aspen butts in before she can answer. “I scared her and he thought I was a threat so he knocked her out of the way. Ended up on top of her.” “Why the fuck would you do that?” I snarl at him. ”She could have been hurt!” “Hey! I’m fine.” She rubs her hands up and down my arms, calming me. “And I appreciate Aspen explaining but he’s not

Mason The second Ellie slips out from between us, Aspen swings around behind me and traps me in his arms, grinding his hard-on into my ass. I’m not sure if he’s expressing genuine interest or if it’s just his way of keeping me from going after my girl. It’s also not something I have space for in my brain right now. I pull away but he holds on tight, his hot breath in my ear. “Come on, stay and dance with me. She’s safe with Asher and you’re not going to win any points by smothering her.” “Fine. One dance and then I need eyes on her.” I compromise. “She’ll be back before the next song is over, anyway.” He says confidently. The twins may be hot as fuck, but their personalities are night and day. Maybe that’s why I find Aspen attractive but can’t stand his brother. If things were different, I might even be interested in him. But right now, the only one I care about, the only one I can’t live without, is Ellie. So although I’ll admit it feels good to have aspen pressed up a