Triple Temptation

Micah's voice was a low growl, th

broidered with silver thread that seared like delicate, burning wires against my flesh. "Yes, I do. T

s. The stands were packed with members of the Silverfang Pack, their faces a sea of expectation and j

behind us, her features a mix of contempt and smugness. She looked at Micah, then me, her gaze lingering on the pale skin of my neck, wher

s fists clenching. "You

t a scene. Not here. Not now. Not until Theon tired of me. My gaze met

professional smile. "That's what your mother believed. Look where it

ays cast a shadow over me. They were the true reason for this public spectacle. E

man whose face seemed carved from granite, moved to the forefront of the circul

we honor our traditions. We confirm the strength of our bloodlines and the suc

cing in my ches

ocking onto mine, a cold, predatory g

cold under my sandals. The crowd was silent, a hundred pairs of eyes on me, observing each move I made. Theon poin

commanded. "Let the spirit of

ous white, came down from the sky, bathing me in its icy, unearthly glow. It was a palpable thing, a jolt o

olliding with mine with the force of a thousand-ton weight. It was a spinning sensation, as though my entire b

f...?" Elder Theon's voice was a

ying to focus, settled on th

ace, usually a mask of granite detachment, was twisted in a grimace of utter pain. His hand went to his chest

e was twisted in shocked horror. He staggered backward, his hands grasping at his head as if to hold back some abr

ke. His eyes widened as if he had glimpsed his own death. A low, bone-deep shudder ripped through

o that nature. A low growl ripped from his throat, a sound of pure anger and denial. He clawed at his skin, his muscles tensing a

My tormentors.

er, Micah, had already elbowed his way through the throng, his face pale with concern.

appening?" His hands were on my sh

es writhing on the ground, each a creator of my past m

rd the prone Alphas. "What is this? Some freak accident? A curse?" He kick

e I was accustomed to. They were a hot, burning gold, and they were fix

stormy sky, found me and a face of pure loathing contorted his face. "No. I w

panicked look. "This has to be a joke," he muttered under his breath, his head sha

face a mask once more. Though his eyes, when they met mine, were wide with a soundless, appalled comprehens

f this scale. One Omega, bonded to four Alphas? This is

a retired Omega with a warm face, elbowed through the crowd

ern. This is a Council of Authority issue. Four of our best Alphas,

different brand of horror and denial on their faces. Ash's possessiveness, Blaze's hatred, Zane

der house arrest at the Mooncrest Estate until the Council can convene and decide your fate. And you four." He pointed

y parents' ghosts. Theon had determined my fate, but the chains, I could still feel them, a

s so, so