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Midnight Bound

Midnight Bound

Book 3 in the Bestselling Mated by Midnight series

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I came to Midnight Falls to reclaim my life.

The plan was simple. Solve murders, then return to New York and show my cheating bastard ex what he lost.

If only it had been that easy.

Instead of solving murders, I committed them.

Instead of returning home, I'm trapped in murdery Midnight Falls right along with the pack.

And instead of showing my ex what he's missing, I ended up falling head-over-heels for a suspected murderer who has made it clear he’ll die before ever letting me go.

Sutton is the one person I’ll sacrifice everything to save–and the witch who cast this curse knows it too. In fact, she’s banking on it.

Her revenge has always been about making Sutton suffer. And now she will.

Because Sutton Hargrave’s greatest weakness is me.

 

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In Midnight Bound, you'll find tropes like:

☑️Possessive, growly shifter

☑️Touch her and die vibes

☑️Spicy romance

☑️Fated Mates

☑️Small Town

Chapter One Look Inside

The ringing in my ears from the gunshot is deafening. I stand, heart in my throat, the business end of Steven’s pistol aimed in my direction. Or rather, aimed at Sutton, who stands just beside me. The warmth of his body lets me know he’s close, though I don’t dare take my eyes off Steven to check.
My big brother is furious—jaw hard, eyes molten as he glares at me. But even with his firearm trained on Sutton, he’s not the biggest threat. Around us, the pack gathers, their low growls a threat my brother doesn’t seem to pick up on. Thankfully, though, they don’t advance—yet. I have literally seconds before this turns into a bloodbath, and if that happens, no matter which side wins, I’ll lose.
“Steven, listen to me,” I urge, attempting a calm, steady tone despite the fear burning a hole in my stomach. “Sutton is not the bad guy here. Please put the gun down.”
“Uh, why is that dead guy missing a cheek?” Allison’s question rings out sharply against the silence, but no one answers her.
Steven’s glare narrows on where Sutton stands behind me. “Sutton? Is that this asshole’s name?”
Sutton growls low at the insult, but Steven is not in the least intimidated. No surprise there. My brother would rather die than show cracks in his armor. Which, unfortunately, is exactly what terrifies me now. He kills Sutton, the pack slaughters him.
There is no winning here unless he puts the damn gun down.
“It’s not his fault,” I tell him. “Please, believe me.”
My brother’s gaze shifts back to me. “He’s covered in blood and surrounded by bodies, Ser. In my mind, that absolutely makes him the bad guy.”
I don’t think about it. I simply move my feet and step directly in front of Sutton, putting myself between Sutton and the gun.
“Serenity, get out of the way.” Steven’s voice is hard.
“No.” I stand my ground, and Sutton’s hand goes to my lower back.
“Get your fucking hand off of her,” Steven snarls, cheeks flushing crimson. He adjusts his aim so the barrel is pointed at Sutton’s shoulder, which is broader than mine and still exposed.
The wolves growl in unison, a terrifying sound that raises the hairs on the back of my neck. This is about to get ugly really fucking fast.
Heart pounding, I take a cautious step toward Steven. If I get close enough, maybe he’ll lower the gun. “Steven…” I start.
“Not a fucking chance in hell I’m listening to anything you say until you get the fuck over here behind me.”
Allison hurries out from behind Steven. Careful to remain out of the line of fire, she wraps blue-tipped fingernails around my arm. “This is crazy, Ser. Let Steven handle it. Everything is going to be fine.” She tugs, but I don’t budge.
Seeing her now, I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around my friend and squeeze. But I hold my ground. “No.” I yank my arm away and step back again so that I’m still an obstacle between Steven’s bullet and Sutton’s body. Glaring at my brother, I say, “If you’re going to shoot, do it, but you’ll have to go through me.”
A low warning growl rips through the pack of wolves who, during my distraction, have inched closer. If it weren’t my brother currently in their warpath, it would warm my heart to know they’re not just protecting Sutton—they’re willing to step in for me, too.
Steven swings the gun toward the pack, and my blood turns to ice in my veins.
“Don’t attack him,” I scream, throwing my hands up. “He’s my brother!”

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