Series: Dirigo Pack Series, #3
by Sabrina Silvers
Release date: April 4th, 2023
Genres: Adult, Paranormal,
Blurb:
A wolf lost to madness. A princess destined for another. A forbidden love that might save them all.
Maddox knows he’s losing his mind. He can feel his grip on reality slipping, just as it did for his father. The reason is simple. He’s waited too long to find his mate. With Moon Madness creeping in, he fears time has run out.
Until a kidnapped princess is dropped at his feet.
Kayleigh is the daughter of his greatest rival. Yet, the instant their eyes meet he feels the rush of the mate bond. Maddox aches to claim her as his own, but failure to return Kayleigh to her pack could start a bloody war.
Honor demands her freedom. Love requires their surrender.
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Excerpt
“I laid out some clothes for you. Thought you might like something warmer to wear. Burn that fucking bag.” He almost growled the last words, barely resisting the urge to rip it off her, the scent of the males that still clung to it offending both man and wolf.
A small smile curled her lips, baring her teeth. “With pleasure.”
He turned his back to give her privacy, even though he really wanted to see her naked again, wanted to touch her, stroke her soft skin, confirm for himself that she was uninjured, then maybe erase all memories of other males from her mind. However, he contented himself with knowing she was in his space, in his den, and he would find another way to see her, hold her, make her his.
The rustle of clothing told him she was done, and he turned to see her stalk to the fire, where she shoved the fucking bag in the flames, stabbing it with a poker until it was completely consumed by the flames. The rage on her face made him smile and when she pivoted and caught his reaction, she narrowed her eyes.
“What was that smile for?”
“You look like you want to hunt those males down and rip them apart. It’s cute.”
“You think I can’t do it?”
He shrugged, amused by her fierceness. “I already took care of them for you. Unless there are more.”
She grunted and paced the small room, her arms wrapped around her torso. “Of course there were others. Those men were too stupid to do this on their own. They were just the grunts, the muscle doing what they were told.”
He nodded, not surprised by her assessment, and dished up the stew into two bowls. “They were weak, which is why they needed drugs to keep you in line.” He laid the bowls on the table, then gripped the edge of the wood, his rage threatening to spill over, and he finally voiced the fear that had been simmering inside of him. “Did they rape you?”
She sat at the table and tucked a leg under her, avoiding his gaze. “Wow, you went right there, didn’t you? No dancing around the subject, just right to it.”
He growled, the wolf threatening to take over. His canines lengthened, and his hands shifted to claws. “Tell me.” The words were barely understandable through the change, and she stared at him, her eyes wide, and a scent of fear wafted off of her.
She shook her head slowly, not taking her eyes off of him. “Not that I know of. There was a guy there making sure no one touched me. The first time when I woke, I kind of went berserk, and they got a little rough. After that, he was always there. Actually, it was strange. He apologized and seemed to almost protect me.” Her voice was thoughtful towards the end, as if confused.
The wolf wanted to hunt that male down and rip him apart for not getting her to safety and for putting that soft tone in her voice. He was the only male for her, but the memory of his madness reminded him of why he couldn’t have her. He forced his breathing to even out. “Was he there tonight?”
She shook her head. “No, I haven’t seen him for a couple of days. I don’t know his name, but I’d know him from his scent.”
He nodded, then slid into the chair across from her. “Eat before it gets cold. It’s nothing fancy. Just canned stew, but it will fill you up. Eat slow so you don’t get sick.”
She eyed him for a moment, waited until he took a bite, then dipped her spoon into the bowl. It went against his wolf’s nature, to eat before her, but he forced himself to take that first bite, to prove the food was okay and not drugged, since he assumed she worried about that and wouldn’t take his word for it. Once she had a taste, she ate in earnest, spooning the food into her mouth with barely a pause between bites until it was finished. She looked at the pot on the stove, but he got in between them. “No more, not yet. Small meals, frequently, until your stomach adjusts. We don’t know what they gave you and don’t know how you’ll react to what you’ve eaten.”
She settled back in her seat and studied him. “I assume you’re not a lone wolf, though the way you’re going back and forth with your wolf, maybe you are. Is there a healer nearby who could check me out?”
He narrowed his gaze at her. “So, you’d trust a healer and not me?”
She glared at him. “Considering I don’t know who you are or where we are—yes. Healers rarely hurt their patients. You know, the whole ‘do no harm’ rule.”
He snorted. “Sure, well, you’re in Chesapeake territory. Our healer is young, but effective. When I know what happened to you and am confident there’s no threat to my pack, then I’ll decide if I can bring anyone else in.”
Her eyes widened then she nodded as if his words confirmed something. “Chesapeake? I hadn’t expected that. You must be Maddox Hawkridge then. They brought me further than I thought.”
“Cards on the table, princess. I showed you mine. You show me yours. Who are you?”
“Kayleigh MacKinnon, Dirigo.”
Well, fuck.
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AUTHOR BIO:
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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