Alpha's Regret: His Wrongful Rejection

“I’ll let Dermot take a few males with him.” “Not too many.” Killian nods, humoring me. “Of course.” I sigh again. “I better get the chains.” I give the bog worm one last prod just to see it jiggle, and then I head to the structure I’m building in the elms on the northern edge…

“We can go into town now if we take someone with us. There are no rules against drinking coffee.” “Coffee? What, are you going on a date with a human?” He wrinkles his nose. “No. A male from Salt Mountain.” “What’s his name?” “Lenox.” He snorts. “That’s a douchebag’s name.” “Lucan’s a douchebag’s name.” It’s…

“I mean it, Mari.” “I know, but there’s really nothing to say.” I cross over to her and reach out to run the tip of a finger over the impossibly soft back of Raff’s balled fist. “He’s lost in dream land, isn’t he?” I say, praying she lets me change the subject. My eyes are…

We’ve never found the bodies, signs of struggle, clothes, or personal effects. After Rosie, Cadoc’s new mate, recounted all the people her folks have lost—it would be impossible to hide so many dead on pack land. That means we’re looking for a predator that can transport its victims. The bog worm is out as a…

I feel like I’ve changed into a whole new person, and here he is, like four years ago was yesterday. My stomach feels strangely hollow. I draw back my shoulders. He doesn’t seem like he’s going to say anything. His jaw is clenched tight. Instead of the usual package of venison wrapped in white butcher’s…

Annie groans under her breath. “I suppose I shouldn’t.” I pretend to eye him up, letting my gaze drop meaningfully from his lips to his chest to his pile of beets. I raise a dubious eyebrow. “I guess I could add you to my list for consideration.” “That’s all a male can ask for. Due…

And they both fucking failed. I gather myself together, straighten my spine as much as the gash will let me. Una saved me from my father eighteen years ago, and Kennedy saved me tonight by a hair’s breadth. You know, maybe Fate doesn’t have it out for me. Maybe she’s got my back, and the…

Darragh’s throat bobs. “Abertha says you’re okay.” She left here and went to him. They talked about me. He talked to her. The cold black pit inside me yawns wider. “Are you okay?” he asks. The wound in my side is hot, and I guess it hurts, but I don’t even register it as pain….

I whine, impatient, rocking back and forth. My wolf and I are past ready, the want becoming almost a burn. An agony. “I won’t hurt you,” he tells me again, so low that I don’t think I’m meant to hear. He notches himself at my entrance and takes a deep breath. “Say stop if you…

The cabin is so quiet. The only sound is my own shallow breathing. I can’t tell whether I’m hot or cold. Can you be both at the same time? It’s like gravity glitched, and my blood dropped to my feet, but my poor heart’s still trying to pump, and it’s sputtering like a fish on…