Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
I realise then just how much my mates respect me. Sitting across from the other Alphas makes it painfully clear that my initial worries about what being a ‘mate’ might mean weren’t wrong. To most of these men, a bond seems less like a partnership and more like ownership. Their glances linger too long, assessing…
Josh smirks faintly. “It was. I don’t know what it is about you, but I sense something in you. A force I’ve never seen in a human before. Goddess help us if there are more like you out there.” There’s a ripple of laughter through the room then, and for the first time since walking…
I blink again, disoriented. “What time is it?” “Late,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Jax is out cold. You were so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you. I was fully prepared to spend the night in here with you. I sit up slightly, my heart still racing. “I had…
I smile and hand him a fork. “You can stir the eggs, but make sure you do it gently so you don’t spill.” He climbs onto a chair beside me, his small hands concentrating hard on whisking while I steady the bowl. Callen pretends to supervise, though he’s clearly just watching us with that quiet,…
“Then maybe it’s time they see one who can speak for herself,” I counter. Ryder’s gaze softens, but there’s hesitation there, his protective instincts pushing to the front. “It’s not that I don’t believe in you. I do. But this meeting could get tense. Hunters aren’t just a threat, they’re a reminder of everything those…
When the front door creaks open an hour later, Remy squeezes my hand once before letting go. Ryder and Callen step in. Jaxon’s small arms are wrapped around Ryder’s neck as he clings to his back, and he lifts his head to look at me with a tired smile. “Hi Mummy,” he says, following it…
**Paige’s POV ** By late afternoon, the tension of the meeting and knowing we have a traitor fades into a slight niggling at the back of my mind. We take Jaxon down to the pond for a while. The water ripples softly with the slightest breeze. Jax crouches at the edge, poking at the mud…
His eyes darken, something deep and vulnerable flashing in them. For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he presses his forehead against mine, breathing me in like he’s memorising the moment. “Rye’s right,” he hums. “You did well today. You keep holding everything together, even when you’re terrified.”…
“So are you,” I say as I run my hands down his hard chest, stopping at his waistband and looking up into his eyes for permission. He gives me the smallest of nods before I push down his shorts and find him bare underneath. I love how casual they are about nudity, how they will…
“Rumour Roulette,” he repeats slowly. “That’s what we’re calling this?” Callen stretches, lacing his hands behind his head. “Got a better name? Because I think it’s catchy.” Remy snorts, though there’s no real humour in it. “It’s reckless.” Callen’s grin widens. Parker leans forward, elbows on the table, thoughtful as ever. “You’re talking about a…