Alpha's Regret: His Wrongful Rejection

We race through, weeds whipping our shins, and scramble up the berm separating campus from the road to the east shore. My side cramps. I slow to a jog. “You can still shift, right?” Nia asks, panting. Her golden eyes know what I haven’t admitted yet, not even to myself. “Abertha’s shack isn’t far,” I…

I know this is nonsense, but it’s helping me pick up the pieces of my pride and duct tape them back together, and I’ll do whatever it takes—tell myself whatever lie I have to—so I never feel like I did in my nest ever, ever again. So, okay—would I choose Cadoc Collins? No. Not in…

7 CADOC It’s almost daybreak when I push the elevator button for the penthouse. I touch the siltstone in my pocket. I went back for it after I convinced my wolf that Rosie was safe with her family. I’d have gotten back to the Tower earlier except it was a devil to find a small…

I’ve heard this a million times. From her, from Father, from history class. “If you had ambition and brains, you could rise as high as you wanted.” A bitter chuckle escapes her lips. “But not all the way. Not if you’re female.” She swirls her drink. The scent is familiar. The whiskey is my father’s…

You’re perfect. I do. It is. I am. My wolf and I agree. Everything is finally in its place. I snuggle against him, lost in space, as the knot recedes and hot, sticky fluids drip down my thighs. And just before my eyes drift shut, a thought pops into my head. We forgot the condom….

“You’ve done this before.” Of course he has. Brynn, Teagan, Lowry—any female nob would consider it an honor. My stomach sours, and my wolf’s black lips pull back from her sharp teeth. He steps closer, his hand still sliding up and down the hard, veined shaft in its bed of course black hair. There’s a…

“They won’t come down here.” He’s not reassured. He stalks forward to stand between me and the tree line, obviously standing guard, and that’s where he stays while I finish the grid. It’s uncanny. If not for the slight rise and fall of his flanks, I wouldn’t know he was alive. I’ve never met a…

Is there a way to make it stop? Am I really Cadoc Collins’ mate, or is it a cosmic mistake? What’s going to happen? Will they take my baby? Will I end up like Drona, but worse, because the nobs won’t let the alpha heir’s rejected mate muddle along in a trailer in the Bogs,…

I switch the pestle to my other hand and go back to grinding. As the humans say, it’s a lot to process. “So what does this have to do with ‘it’s all come to pass,’ then?” “Well, despite the fuck-ups of my youth, Iam a witch of uncommon power and foresight. And—as it turns out—patience….

Finally, he mutters, “The whale spit Jonah out.” What? What does that even mean? And why is he just standing there, picking up a trash bag and talking nonsense. We need to make a nest. My insides are uncoiling now that he’s here. They’re simmering. Why haven’t I thought about the nest? There’s the cot…