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Queen, but as I faced her, I didn’t feel like that so much as I felt like an alpha wolf protecting her pack.

And this morning, I felt calmer than I had since this whole strange werewolf adventure had begun. It was like I had taken on Liam’s kind, calm, loving demeanor. And it radiated from me.

I floated through the day on kind of blissful cloud of confidence. My wolves were out finding out everything they could about what was going on with the Winter Court Queen of the Fae, and I was letting them. I had the three smartest, strongest pack-alpha mates ever. I was convinced of it. And with the four of us working together, the Winter Queen didn’t have a chance against us.

That feeling lasted all the way through getting ready for the third and final ceremony.

For the first time, I was more excited than nervous.

I had found myself alternating all day long between thinking about the two nights before with Owen and with Liam and thinking about the times Dean had kissed me.

I’d been afraid by the time I got to the third night I would be wishing I had never agreed to embark on a sexual relationship with three different men.

But the opposite was true. It was like the more I was with them, the more I wanted them.

Tara had done my hair much more quickly on the third night—she had finally figured out how to make it work, along with little my help.

And then one of the other female wolves stuck her head into the room and asked if she could speak to Tara for a minute.

I didn’t pay much attention to it other than to think that I really needed to start learning everyone’s name. Our pack wasn’t that large. I should be able to call everyone by name on sight, and pretty soon, or I’d have to consider myself a failure as an alpha.

Then, Tara returned.

“I need to tell you something,” she said.

The worried tone of her voice snapped me out of my happy trance and pulled my attention to her. “What is it?”

“Dean is missing.” She stared at me with worried eyes, as if she were fearful that I would lash out at her over it.

I hoped she hadn’t had that kind of experience with an alpha before.

“Missing how?”

And why? All the worst possibilities flashed through my mind before Tara answered.

“He went out to search for news on the Winter Queen. He didn’t come back.”

“Where are Liam and Owen?”

“They were out searching for him and just returned. They should be on their way any minute.”

“Send them up as soon as they get here.”

Tara nodded and left the room.

I paced back and forth, waiting for my two mates to join me. I was glad to be able to collapse into their arms when they appeared.

“Does she have him?” I didn’t even have to specify who she was. Both of my wolves knew instantly who I was talking about.

“We think so,” Owen said, his voice taking on a militaristic tone, like a soldier giving a report to a superior. “The last people who saw him say that he was walking with a tall blonde woman. I can only assume it was the Winter Queen.

“Are the rest of the pack members downstairs yet?” I asked.

Liam nodded. “Yes, and the word is starting to get around about what’s going on. We should probably make an appearance soon.”

“Have we learned anything else so far?”

“The wolves we sent out last night have returned. Some of them have some information you probably want to hear. I have them waiting outside.”

He opened the door at my gesture, and three wolves in their human form walked in. Owen introduced them as Michael, Braden, and Quincy. “These are some of our best trackers,” he explained. “That includes both in wolf form and in human form. There basically are our pack detectives.”

“Tell me what you discovered.” I commanded.

“Yes, Alpha,” the three of them said, virtually in unison, before dropping to their knees.

“I know you have good intentions, but please don’t stand on ceremony. Tell me what you know.”

“A lot of this is rumor,” said Michael, “but the story among supernaturals is that the Winter Queen is in thrall to the Winter King.”

“She didn’t much look like she was enthralled last night.”

Quincy step forward. “The king’s hold is tenuous. That’s what I’m hearing. And the queen is willing to use any method she can to break free from it.”

“Including kidnapping one of my mates?”

“I think she would be willing to do much more,” Braden said.

“What else do you know?”

They gave me all the rest of the information they had, but some of it conflicted. No one seemed to know exactly where the Winter Queen was, or how she had managed to wrest away what limited autonomy she had from her king.

“I heard the Winter King has some of the wolves of another pack under his control. Is that right?” I asked. I’d almost forgotten about it, but I remembered the comment that one of my men had made recently.

“No one knows exactly how, either,” Owen interjected. “The idea that the fae could control werewolves is terrifying. And it’s one of the first things that your comitatus had wished to discuss with you as soon as we were done with the ceremonies.”

I chewed on my bottom lip for just a second, considering everything I’d learned.

I turned to the three wolves who had brought me information. “Thank you. That was good work. Be sure to get something to eat if you need it, and rest while you can. We will quite probably need your help soon.”

I dismissed them, and then turned to Liam.

“Meet me downstairs,” I said. “Make sure all