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
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.”
Forbidden Moon – Sabrina Silvers
Maya glided silently through the forest, as quietly as her human half could move, and expanded her wolf's senses as far as she could while keeping a firm grip on her other half. She couldn’t risk letting out her wolf, not with her emotions running as high as they were. As a human, she could maintain control, not let the rage, pain, and grief explode into the night. There was only one way that could go, and it would be bad for anyone around. As a result, she locked her emotions down tightly into a vault, muting everything she could to reduce the pain to a numbness. It also numbed the mating bond that had been a raw wound for the past few weeks since she left Garrett at the Council Headquarters, but she’d better get used to that pain since it was highly unlikely that she’d ever be able to complete that bond now that the situation between their packs had turned to shit.
No, she relied on the strict control her Alpha demanded, what had been ingrained in her, in their entire pack, since the day she began training to shift. That control was only reinforced and built upon during her years of enforcer training when her true strength as a powerful, dominant member of the pack had revealed itself.
Where was that strength when the most vulnerable members of her pack, the pups and caretakers who relied on her for protection, needed it? Where was she when they were slaughtered and the survivors kidnapped by unknown assailants, leaving behind a blood-soaked ground and broken bodies?
A growl erupted from her throat and she paused, her hands fisted at her side as she fought against the overwhelming tide of grief coming from inside of her and through the pack bonds. A wave of soothing energy flowed through, a power smoothing out the rough edges, and she felt the band around her chest loosen. Her Alpha, checking on the pack and letting them all know he was with them.
Maya bent over at the waist, her hands braced on her knees as she gulped air, feeling like she could breathe for the first time since that awful moment earlier that day. The band around her chest easing just enough to let her think clearly for a moment. It was in that split second that her wolf caught the scent of something. She pushed at the restrictions that Maya had placed on her, almost breaking free, but Maya wrestled her back to let the human surface and consider the information.
The scent was something that was familiar, something that made her wolf perk up inside, yet it didn’t belong on Dirigo Pack land. She suppressed a growl and moved quietly, yet swiftly, in the direction of the scent on the wind. She slowed as she approached the clearing, crouching behind the brush to spy on the source of the smell.
A male dressed quickly in the clearing, as if he had just shifted, shrugging into a flannel shirt to ward off the chill in the spring evening air. He already wore a pair of jeans and shoes and, as she watched, balled up a soft bag to stuff in his pocket, a bag some shifters carried a change of clothes in while shifted. His posture was awfully comfortable and relaxed, considering he wasn’t Dirigo and could be killed for trespassing. In fact, if any other enforcer had found him, they already would have killed him, considering the heightened emotions and state of emergency they were operating under. Yet he acted as if it was a normal day.
Could he be one of the Council Enforcers, sent to investigate the situation? If so, he got here rather quickly since her pack leadership had only put the call in a few hours previously. That was the only reason she hesitated to act. Well, that and the fact that her Alpha ordered her and all enforcers not to react violently no matter what, in an effort to avoid further bloodshed.
She eased into the meadow and shifted her hand, placing her claws against his throat, even as a familiar scent teased at her memory.
“Why are you on Dirigo land? Speak quickly before you can’t say anything.”
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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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