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As they confront their painful pasts and the powerful mating bond they once rejected, can they forge a new future together, or will they be torn apart by old wounds?
Rejected Moon
Dirigo Pack Series Book 4
by Sabrina Silvers
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Nik Connal has lived his life in the shadows, on borrowed time. As a
rogue, he was supposed to be killed the moment he was exiled from his
birth pack, rejected by his father, and condemned by all who knew
him. Instead of sinking into despair, he gathered a pack of others
like him and forged his own path, determined to make a difference,
outside the pack hierarchy, yet always determined to find a home for
himself and his pack. He lived a life of lies, did things he hated,
all for a greater good.
Until he came face to face with
the mate he was forced to reject.
Isa Sinclair knows what
it's like to be abused and tortured, to be at the mercy of those
stronger than her. Now that she is the number three enforcer in the
Chesapeake Pack, she takes her duties as protector seriously. When
she is asked to help those wolves abused by the Saranac Alpha, she
willingly accepts, until she is confronted by a ghost from her past,
a ghost she never expected to see again.
As Nik and Isa
confront the mating bond that ties them together, can they navigate
the dangers of their present, and overcome the pain of their past to
find a new future, healed and whole together? Or will they fall back
into despair, alone and broken? Rejected.
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Forbidden Moon
A Dirigo Pack Series Prequel Novella
Can a mating bond bridge the gap between feuding packs … or will
it destroy them all?
Maya Wessex and Garrett Colvin
were childhood friends until their pack rivalry tore then apart. When
they meet again as adults, the mating bond roars to life, giving them
a second chance at life, love, and mating.
But when a
vicious attack on Maya’s pack threatens to ignite a war, not only
is their mating at risk, but their lives and the lives of their
pack.
Forbidden Moon is a prequel novella set in the
Dirigo Pack world. It does not need to be read before the other books
in the series.
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Rejected
Moon – Sabrina Silvers
Excerpt
#1:
A scent tinged with the bitterness
of anger drifted to him, along with a hint of something he was more familiar
with. Fear. It was acrid and sour to his nose, and he hated it. Over the past
two years, he had become far too accustomed to it as Treadway’s enforcer and
right arm. Even when he had tried to help people, they had watched him with
wariness. He couldn’t wait for the peace and quiet and remoteness of the
Alaskan wilderness, provided Caleb didn’t screw them over.
Another scent floated on the bitter
one with tones of jasmine, rose, and sandalwood, notes embedded in his memory
for the past decade but lost to him until recently. It made the wolf inside him
lunge against the stranglehold he had placed on him, almost tearing loose.
Nik froze, his hands bracing the
punching bag still, his body rigid and stiff. He didn’t dare turn around,
afraid of scaring away the interloper.
“I didn’t expect to see anyone in
here this late.” Her voice was husky and caressed his nerve endings, making him
want something he would never have. His cock stirred, something he was quickly
becoming accustomed to after years when it had seemed to have gone dormant.
“I couldn’t sleep.” He slowly
turned around to face the female whose screams had haunted his nightmares since
that horrible night, more than ten years ago. “I can go if you want the space.”
Isabelle Sinclair, third in the
Chesapeake pack, stood in the gym doorway dressed in black leggings and a
T-shirt. She hugged herself, betraying her tension despite her carefully blank
face. She looked anywhere but at him, her gaze darting around the spacious room
filled with workout equipment and sparring mats. Caleb had spared no expense
for his enforcers, ensuring they were well-prepared for anything they faced on
the job. Too bad Nik was slowly demolishing his stash of punching bags. He
considered it his payment, since nothing else was coming to him or his team. At
least not yet.
He held his breath as she seemed to
consider her options. Then she straightened, her chin lifting as she met his
gaze defiantly. “You don’t have to leave. I’m not afraid of you.”
He suppressed a smile and silently
applauded her, the too-silent she-wolf who used to cower beneath the gazes of
the males of the pack they had come from. “I never thought you were afraid of
me. You will never have anything to be afraid of. I would never hurt you. I
couldn’t.”
She snorted. “Bull. You forget, I
know you, Nico. I’ve always known you. You may have the Council fooled with
your reformed ways, but I grew up in your pack. I saw you. I know what’s in
your blood. I know who you really are, deep down.”
Nik flinched, her words striking
him like knives. She wasn’t wrong. He couldn’t exactly refute her words. He was
Nico Constantine, son of one of the most traditional Alphas on the entire
Council and one of the most brutal, save Treadway. His blood ran through Nik’s
veins. His DNA had made Nik the man he was. His father’s actions had formed his
entire early years. He’d made Nik, and, for worse, he was the voice inside of
Nik’s mind and soul at all times, continuing the torment from his childhood.
Nik advanced on her slowly until he
stood a few feet from her. “Believe me, I never forget who I am or where I came
from. No one knows that better than I.” He let his gaze travel over her, the
toned body, the fighter stance, the challenge in her gaze. “But you’re not the
same Isabelle Sinclair from back then either, are you?”
Her lips curled in a snarl, her
wolf rising to the surface, and his wolf pushed at the chains, eager to tangle
with his mate. “My name is Isa.”
“And mine is Nik. Nik Connal.
You’re not the only one who has changed, Isa.”
“Unlike you, I changed more than my
name. I will never be a victim again, not of you. Not of anyone.” The
fierceness in her tone made his wolf proud, glad she could defend herself.
“You never had to protect yourself
from me. I never hurt you, not intentionally.” Of course, it was the
unintentional pain that he wished he could take back, but hindsight was
twenty-twenty.
She gave him a look of disbelief,
then folded her arms in front of her, armor against him. “Whatever. I don’t
even know why I’m here.”
He raised an eyebrow. How could she
be so oblivious to the call of her wolf? Was she that disconnected from her
wolf? Or did she hate him so much that she would rather live the life of a
rejected mate with the bleeding hole where the bond was torn out? He would
know. He’d spent the last decade with the raw, open wound, never expecting to
find her again.
He’d let her go, never sought her
out even though the bond would act like a homing device if he let it, but he’d
respected her choices when she’d told him never to follow. However, the Goddess
had other plans for them, bringing them together in the shitstorm of Treadway
and their Supreme Alpha’s mess. Now, he had a second chance, and he wasn’t
going to waste it. If she asked him to leave her alone, he wasn’t sure he was
strong enough to do it.
He took another step forward,
slowly, carefully, watching her for any sign of fear. He’d gotten good at
watching for those indicators over the past two years and hated it every time
he saw them. But instead of fear, he saw a flare of awareness.
“Don’t you know? Check your wolf,
Isabelle. See what she says.”
Her eyes glowed gold for a moment
as she sucked in a breath. “No.” She breathed the word, a hint of horror in the
tone, and hope plummeted.
“Yes, Isabelle. We’re mates. The
bond has reawakened, stronger than ever. The power can’t be ignored.”
She shook her head almost
frantically. “The Goddess wouldn’t be this cruel to me twice. You rejected me.
I was there. I felt you reject me.”
He rubbed his chest where the bond
still ached, a dull seeping of energy, like a trickle of blood that he’d almost
grown accustomed to over the years. But, with her nearness, the bond had flared
to awareness and ached with a visceral pain, demanding that he claim her as his
own. But he would never force her. He had vowed no one would force Isabelle
again, not even him, and he stood by that.
“Clearly, it didn’t take,” he
replied dryly.
Her eyes flashed fire. “Reject me.
Now.”
“I don’t think that will work this
time, baby. I think we have to figure a way around this and complete the
mating.”
Excerpt
#2
This was a bad idea. One of the worst ideas she’d ever
had in the history of bad ideas. Isa had made a career out of good decisions,
at least in the last ten years. Thinking through everything she did. Finding
the right path. Selecting carefully what to do next. Forging the path that
would give her protection, safety, and peace.
So why the fuck was she standing in the Council
Enforcers’ housing, outside of the quarters assigned to Nik Connal, with her
hand raised to knock on his door?
Seriously, this ranked as the worst fucking mistake she
could ever make.
The door swung open, revealing the man shirtless because,
of course. He towered above her, a sardonic look on his face. “Were you going
to stand there all day or knock?”
“Maybe I have the wrong door.”
He raised one eyebrow in that way she hated. “Who were
you looking for? Maybe I could point you to the right room.”
She stared at him for the longest minute. Before she
decided to walk away, she saw the rigid set of his shoulders and the hint of
pain in his eyes. “Fuck it. I was looking for you.”
She pushed past him and into the apartment. At least
there was no one in the sparsely decorated space. In fact, it looked like no
one lived there at all. She didn’t scent anyone other than another male, and
even that scent was faint as if he hadn’t spent much time there. There was a
beige couch against the wall under a painting of a forest scene. A simple beige
chair sat diagonal to that, with an oval coffee table between them. A lamp sat
on an end table between the two seating spots, and a flat-screen television was
mounted on the wall. The carpet was a burgundy short pile, slightly worn in
spots. But the overall feel of the place was generic, as if not lived in by
anyone. A door was opposite them, and she presumed it led to the bedroom.
His gaze followed hers. “Want to explore the bedroom,
mate?”
She snorted. “Hardly.”
“Then, why are you here?”
He went to the mini fridge she’d somehow missed in her
review of the room and pulled out a beer. “It’s a bit early for that, isn’t
it?”
“After the morning I’ve had, I think I’m entitled.”
She shrugged. “Why not?”
He opened both bottles and handed her one. He slouched on
the couch, legs spread, and gestured vaguely to the space. “Grab a seat. What
brings you to my little slice of hell?”
She glanced around again. “I’ve been to hell. This is
much nicer.”
He grunted. “I’ve been there, too. You’re right. This is
more like purgatory. But you avoided the question. What brings you here?”
The million-dollar question. She hadn’t known why she’d
found herself wandering the headquarters hallways until she’d ended up in the
basement, in the gym where she’d seen Nik a few nights previously. Caleb had
found her there, standing in the middle of the empty space, staring at the
punching bag, trying to figure out what she was doing there. He hadn’t seemed
surprised. Instead, he’d gently suggested she might find what she was looking
for here, on the second floor, in room Four-B.
The closer she’d gotten, the more confident she’d been
that this was where she needed to be. When he’d opened the door, her worst
fears had been realized. Maybe it was true that the mating bond had not been
severed. Maybe he was right that it was still acting on them, pulling them
together. She had been feeling this pull toward him since they had seen each
other at Saranac. The feeling was growing stronger every day the more time she
spent near him.
Today, when she’d seen him at the Council meeting, she
could have sworn she’d felt his reaction when his father had spoken. Initially,
she’d thought it was her own gut reaction to the man. Goddess knew, she was
terrified of him, but he had no power over her. Maddox would eviscerate the
male if he came near her. But the reaction she’d felt at that moment had not
come from her. It had come from another source, and she’d known it had come
from Nik. Now, she wanted to know why he’d had the same gut-wrenching fear
she’d felt when confronted by his father. And she’d felt the urge to check on
him, to ensure he was okay.
“I wanted to see how you were doing after this morning.”
He lifted that eyebrow again as if to say he didn’t
believe her, but he raised his bottle of beer in a gesture of a toast.
“Fan-fucking-tastic. You?”
She couldn’t exactly disagree. She lifted her beer and
took a swallow. “About the same.”
“Now that you’ve assured yourself I’m well, you can go.”
There was a faint, bitter tone in his voice, and she
paused, studying him for a moment. It was strange, but he seemed almost lonely
as he stared at the brown bottle dangling from his fingertips. She deliberately
went to that place inside where she’d felt him earlier and confirmed that
feeling. Anger, loneliness, sadness, and impotence. What the hell?
“You sure don’t look well. What happened this morning?”
He barely spared her a glance. “You mean when my asshole
of a father rose from the ashes of my past to demand my return to his pack? Not
much.”
She gasped. “He wants you back in Cascadia after you
left?”
He grimaced. “After he banished me, though, the manner of
my departure is now under some debate, apparently. He insists that I’m still
the Alpha-Heir. I deny this, of course.”
She frowned. “I thought your brother was the Alpha-Heir.
What actually happened with you and your father? Why did you leave Cascadia?”
She needed to know the story of that time. She barely
knew what had been going on after he’d rejected her. The entire time period was
a blur of pain, fear, and shock. She didn’t even know how much time had passed
before she’d found herself being smuggled out of the cells below Alpha
Constantine’s house. She had been passed from safe house to safe house until
she’d found herself staring at Maddox Hawkridge. She hadn’t seen Nik after
those horrible words, I reject you, had brought her to her knees.
His lips twisted in a grimace. “Isa, you don’t want to
hear this.”
She slammed her bottle down on the table. “Maybe I do.”
He studied her with a gaze that was full of regret.
“Trust me, you don’t. It was completely fucked. Who knows what really happened
back then? Does it matter anymore?”
“It does to me,” she whispered. “I need to know.”
Sabrina Silvers began her writing career dreaming of elves, orcs, and hobbits in the fantasy section of her local library, looking in wardrobes for Narnia and Aslan, and hunting for gnomes in the forest. To her dismay, she never found any of them except between the pages of her books. So, she had to go out and create them for herself, leading to her lifelong love of reading and writing and dreaming about adventures, fantasy creatures and love in fantasy lands! She divides her time between writing sexy contemporary romances under a different pen name, reading, knitting and being owned by a very spoiled cocker spaniel who does not share her love of fantasy creatures.
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