Feral Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #3)

by Caroline Peckham

"We need your help," I said firmly as I came to stand before him with Ethan, Sin and Roary at my back. The weight of their domineering presences laid on my shoulders as they held themselves in check and allowed me to take the lead. I loved the way they did that so naturally, letting their naturally dominant personalities make way for mine.

Hell, I’d bet a little round of our hunting game would turn savage pretty damn fast if I let him chase me while he was in this mood. Not that the idea of that was appealing or anything, but there was just something about a man who looked ready to snap my neck that got me hot. What could I say? I had a type and I wasn’t shy about it.

All I ever wanted was to be free.

"I used you. Manipulated you. But that doesn't mean it was all a lie."

"The moon doesn't work in shades of black and white,"

"Her light casts us in something in between. Her power isn't good or bad - it only has the potential to be either. It's what you do with it that counts. So maybe this is a curse. Or maybe it's a blessing in disguise."

"I don't have any intention of killing you, Mason," I said honestly.

"You don't have to believe that if you don't want to, but it wasn't all a lie between us. I care about you. Even after you threw me in the hole and left me to rot for saving your life. I should have killed you for that. I would have killed anyone else for it. I don't fully understand it, but the two of us are linked whether you like it or not, and I've always known to follow my instincts when they guide me like they are with you now."

"Forty-eight hours. Give or take.

I paused to thump Sin in the arm and he gasped in horror. “Why?” he asked. “You know why,” I replied and he nodded

solemnly before shooting me another damn wink.

"I'm on it, sex pot!" Sin announced as he tossed his vine to Roary before dropping his boxers and shoving them into the front of Ethan's jumpsuit. “You can pop those up your butt if you like, honeypie,” he added with a wink.

"Deal," I decided, not asking the others for their opinions because this was my train they were riding and if they didn't like it then they could just get off.

I wasn’t fighting this anymore. I was hers and she was mine. And I’d fight for the life we could have together and take every one of my sisters’ jibes on the outside with a smug as pie grin on my face too. Yeah, Ethan Shadowbrook is a goner. And so be it.

“You’re not going anywhere near her,” I growled and my pulse drummed furiously as I rose my voice and let it fill the whole room with my next words. “She’s my mate.” Silence. The deadly kind.

“But I’m done lying. Rosalie Oscura is my mate chosen for me by the moon. She and I can bring the packs together. Lunar and Oscura. We’ll be the strongest force in Darkmore.”

I didn’t even know when I’d decided I didn’t care about the war between us anymore, but I found myself remembering the words of the old Lunar King before he’d left this life forever. If you’re ever lucky enough to find what I have found, then you will realise you would give up everything to keep it.

Damn asshole had been right after all. It had all happened so fast. One minute I was a king who ruled the world, and the next I was kneeling at the feet of my queen, happy for her to do with me whatever she liked.

“No one fucking imitates me. There’s only one Ethan Shadowbrook and I’m right here!” I thumped my fist against my chest.

Because I’d killed one of my own for her, I’d made my choice clear between my mate or my pack. And it was her. How could it not be her?

she was mine. My life, my soul. And I would kill every one of them who desired her death. There was no greater loyalty that lived in me than the one I harboured for her now.

I caught her hair in my grip, sinking my tongue between those perfect lips, tasting the bond between us and knowing in my soul that no matter how much I’d just lost, it couldn’t come close to what I’d gained in finding her, that kiss becoming an eternal promise that I’d never stand against her again. She was mine and I was hers and that was all I needed in the whole wide fucking world.

Sin pushed forward and kissed Ethan hard enough to stop his words

“You’re an Alpha Wolf, you need to feel like one. So let me play Beta for you, big boy, and me and your sex pot mate can show you how much better this pack is than your old one.”

"Your place is right here, mate of mine," I breathed,

“My Lunar,” I growled.

“My Oscura,” he purred,

"Lies!" I hissed. "Sin - you can be the judge. I've only ever met one Wolf who was bigger than me and that was Seth Capella. This stronzo needs to know he's kidding himself."

“Listen, kittens,” I growled. “I can taste the lust on those two in that room so bad, my boner is gonna sprout legs and head off on a life of its own soon.”

😂🤣😂🤣

I wanted to visit that bird sanctuary set up by a Vega princess - before all the dooms and glooms fell on Solaria

Just like a Fae bomb dropping on my head and exploding my brain into a million pieces, it hit me that I loved her. I was in love with her. The L word I’d never had any use for was now stamped to the inside of my skull with her name scrawled beneath it beside a picture of a tiny dick with a smiley face and a wavey hand. It was my happy place.

he realised what we were going to do. And we were going to do all the things. The stuff too. The bad kind of all the things and all the stuff.

“Is this place too loud for you?” Merrick asked. “Everywhere’s too loud for me,” I admitted.

I was Rosalie Oscura and nobody got to tell me no. A morte e ritorno.

carefree dudebro

Darcy and the Dudebros!!!! 🙌🙌🙌🙌

The monster knocked him down in seconds and Sin Wilder dove onto its back, hitting its head repeatedly and saying a word with every strike. “I. Thought. You. Were. My. Best. Friend.”

“I thought you left,” she forced out in a pained voice. “I’m just working on a more dramatic goodbye, sweetheart,” I muttered.

my fire full of how much I loved and hated Rosalie Oscura. There was no power on earth which could rival the ferocity of that.

My limbs were like lead weights as I fell over her, flattening her to the floor and hoping that if someone came here, my body would hide her from view. As darkness claimed me, I realised the curse no longer plagued me with its insufferable claws. And somehow, despite knowing I was most likely a dead man now, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

"Mason?" I breathed and something in his gaze shattered at my use of that name, a wall crumbling down between us before his mouth was on mine and his hands slid around my waist.

Just as we made it to the foot of the stairs, Cain appeared, his expression tight as he moved to Ethan's other side and took some more of his weight.

😭😭😭😭 he could have left! Saved himself, but he didn't! He stayed... with all of them 😭😭😭 and he's helping Ethan!!!

“Well slap my fanny with a kanoodling kipper, you are in a dandy of a doody, aren’t you?”

“Mine,” he growled against my lips as I drew back a little. “Yours,” I agreed, meeting his blue eyes and losing myself in the feeling of our mate bond as it hummed between us.

“Oh slap my gooseberry and call it a wet willy, you’re always so good Ethan. You’re my favourite patient.”

“Who the fuck are you?” I slurred and her eyebrows arched. “I’m Mindy,” she said with a weird ass fucking smile on her face. “I found you and now I’m keeping you.”

she grabbed the piece of hair that had fallen to the floor and I realised she had a whole bundle of it in her grip. It was all gone. All of my fucking hair. Every last perfect dark lock. Every piece of my Lionhood, right there in her grip. I wanted to throw up, no I wanted to kill.

Oh. My. Gods 😳😱😭😭😭😭 NOT ROARY'S HAIR!!!!! THE AUDACITY! THE DISRESPECT!!!

“Who the fuck gives someone a dick in a box?

“I would have made the best Lioness, Leon. But you had to go and shack up with a pride who aren’t even of our kind!”

“Dammit, you taste like a fucking meadow, Sixty-Nine.”

Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?” “Because I love you, Roary Night,”