How do you tell yourself not to breathe? He is my mate, and she is his everything. But he chose her, against every single instinct that we both know. For that, I have been whipped, shunned, shamed, disgraced, and broken. All for one moment of madness I could not control... After two years, I left, unable to bear the pain and loneliness anymore. That was then. This is now! I am back, and I am not the juvenile I was. I am now a full grown female. I feel his eyes on me, but I can’t. I won’t. I shouldn’t! Time has healed my wounds, but not the deep scars the whip seared into my flesh or his indifference to my heart. Each breath is a pain, and his scent overwhelms me. But I can smell her in it. He still will not give her up, despite his own body crawling with a deep, physical desire, that only a mate can satisfy... I breathe: I exist; barely! I am a midwife. I bring life into a cruel world that haunts me every day, and the Doctor I work with, is the only one in this pack, who holds faith in me. He is the one person who stands up for me - and I feel light again, when I am with him... What kind of life is this when two mates cannot be together, yet every part of their primal soul yearns for it infinitely? What kind of cruel moon would torture a she-wolf like this? I can’t go on, but I must! Whatever happens, I must attend to my purpose and give my miserable life some meaning; perhaps I can snatch some joy in pieces, but now, I see that he needs me - but he also wants her too! How do you tell yourself not to breathe?

My bones still hold the gouges of rejection. It still hurts, watching Clayton love the one he rejected me for, and it probably always will. My body still yearns for my destined mate, the Moon refusing to set us free from the bond that stems from the marrow of our existence. Anguish and heartache with unbearable pain is the life I thought I was destined to live. Until Dallas. Even though he is not the mate destined for me by the Moon, we decided to choose our own paths. Fate was ours to determine. Or so we thought...

Cassius Denver Valentine lost his mate... Now he thinks he's a monster. I just think he's broken. There's old blood on his hands and despite his efforts, it sticks to him like a second skin. I see the blood, but more so... I see him. And for some reason, he doesn't hide from me. I want to wash the blood from his hands. I want to kiss his scraped-up knuckles. I want to tell him that he doesn't have to keep suffering. He's already bled enough. Problem is, when you love someone so fiercely, you also run the risk of being burned to ashes.

Meet the wolf pack everyone is falling in love with in this boxset of the three full-length novels in the Wildflower Series by Rachelle Mills! CLAYTON, BOOK 1 The alpha was supposed to be mine. Our fates were decided by the Moon herself, but he chose to follow his own path to a future that didn’t include me. Accepting my destined mate’s rejection was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and it cost me my pack, my friends, and in the end…my home. DALLAS, BOOK 2 It still hurts, watching Clayton love the one he rejected me for, and it probably always will. My body still yearns for my destined mate, the Moon refusing to set us free from the bond that stems from the marrow of our existence. Until Dallas. CASSIUS, BOOK 3 Cassius Denver Valentine lost his mate… Now he thinks he's a monster. I just think he's broken. There's old blood on his hands and despite his efforts, it sticks to him like a second skin. I see the blood, but more so…I see him. And for some reason, he doesn't hide from me.