XANDER POVNora’s gentle breaths fill the air, the scent of us heavy and intoxicating. Ares is still howling and prancing in my mind, both of us high on the afterglow of having our mate. Our Luna. The only woman important enough to have in my bed, or in my home. The only one worth giving my time and energy to outside of responsibility as an Alpha.‘Five more days,’ Ares reminds me, as my eyes find her marking spot once again. The urge to sink my canines into the soft flesh consuming my every thought the more time we spend together.Inhaling deeply, I try focusing on anything else. Without warning, my mind wanders to the last thing I should think about. Dillon. The idea of him getting anywhere near her, setting me on edge.Turning on my side, I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent, pulling her hips against mine. A small moan fleeing from her peaceful frame as my hard cock pushes against her. Rubbing my hand along her thigh and ass, I groan. The dam broke tonight. All the things

NORA POVThe only sound being made is the roar of the engine. The radio turned off, Frankie and Clara silently cuddled in the backseat. Xander’s hand has barely left mine since we have climbed into the vehicle. His thumb gently stroking the inside of my palm, giving both of us comfort.His mind is a hundred million miles away, the wheels churning as he runs through the possibilities of today. The different ways Dillon can succeed, but a sole man versus three Alphas, two sadistic Gammas, a Beta and two warriors? Dillon is a decent warrior, but nothing to write home about.Remaining calm because I have full faith in the friends I have made, and the man I love. Glancing at Xander, a subtle grin sits there, a happy thought finally racing through that beautiful brain of his.Lifting my hand to his lips, he brushes his lips against my knuckles, my heart thumping with the simple movement. The sparks intensifying leaving me slightly breathless. My thoughts returning to the beauty of last night

DAMON POV Matt and Fletcher are busy getting a black bag on his head. Clara bringing the car onto the grass, hoping to get him into the trunk before any humans wander onto the scene. The crew of us working in unison. Frankie helping them lift him into it, while Elle and Charity descend from the treetops. Xander and Nora sitting on the picnic table, lost in their bubble, sparks singing along my skin as mine finds me. Her lips kissing along my shoulder, my hand closing around her fingers, my mind already thinking about the bath I am going to force her into later. She needs to relax, and I know exactly how to get her to. ‘Yes, you do, Alpha,’ she purrs, her velvety voice in mind. Elle is about to say more when the buzz of my phone distracts us both. Andrew knows what we are doing. He wouldn’t call unless absolutely necessary. Pulling the iphone from my pocket, I slide the button to the side, putting the microphone to my ear. “This better be a goddamn emergency,” I mutter in a growl. B

MARCUS POV My eyes scan the document in my hand, but my mind is too busy thinking about Nora, and all the ways I have failed her as a brother and Alpha. I wonder if my parents are turning over in their graves with disappointment? How badly does my father want to scold me for not protecting her better from Dillon? For not warning her that Dillon and Hazel had more than a friendship. I didn’t know they were sleeping together until after the fact, but I still should have prepared her for the possibility. Goddess, I have failed Nora in a multitude of ways. Now she is in Silver Run, mixed in with stuff she has no business being involved in. If only Alpha Dugray from Red Saw hadn’t seen her with Beta Theo, I could have saved her from this dangerous situation. The original plan of using her alcoholism and partying to send her some place safer falling through. Why couldn’t she do as I told her? Why did I have to let my fear and paranoia of Silver Run get me to go along with this asinine pl

THEO POV Cerberus’ paws push into the soft damp earth, my heartbeat racing, my ears perked as I listen for a sound of movement in the trees and shrubbery. The rustle of leaves alerting me to his presence. Pushing through the branches, I launch myself at the large black wolf, sparks making my hair stand on end. Tumbling to the ground, I nip where Demitri’s neck and shoulder meet, causing a delicious purr to rumble through his chest. Landing on top of him before, my tongue tingling as it drags against his face before dashing away. A hearty chuckle leaving my chest at Drew’s bark of defiance before chasing after me. Whipping through the trees, the pound of his paws getting closer has a thrill seeping through my cells. The excitement he causes making me slow my pace, loving when his teeth dig into the back of my neck, forcing me to the ground. Demitri’s weird chuckle mingling with mine as we crash to the ground. The black fur is the only thing in my line of sight, burying his nose in