Authors: Carrie Ann Ryan
Carrie Ann Ryan
Copyright Fated Desires Publishing, LLC
Carrie Ann Ryan
Cover by Scott Carpenter
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Shattered Emotions Summary
Maddox Jamenson is the Omega of the Redwood Pack, the one burdened by emotions stronger than his own. He's spent his entire life shrouded in the secrets of his "gift" and the price he has to pay to keep it, yet the cost just escalated. He's known a mate could be in the cards for him, but he can't have what he wants. Not when the battles he has yet to fight could destroy her.
Ellie Reyes was the Central's princess, the daughter of the most hated Alpha of all time, yet not prized. No, she's spent her life as the toy of her brother's sadistic torture and has endured a pain that no one else should have to even contemplate. Though when she's rescued, the one person who could help her, her mate, turns his back on her for reasons unknown to her. As each day passes, the strength that everyone sees in her dwindles to a point that there may be no coming back from.
When the Centrals find a new way to attack, leaving Ellie's only protection a mate that she doesn’t think wants her, they’ll both have to overcome their fears and fight for something stronger than their pain. The war isn't over and new players are coming that will decide the outcome. Maddox and Ellie's connection will be tested even as their fragile bond is only newly forming.
To Leia Shaw and Lia Davis who when I first wrote A Taste for a Mate years ago said "Oh I hope that girl with the fire in her eyes gets a story.” Yes, Ellie, you got your story.
This was the book I had been so excited to write and so scared to write all at the same time. How do you write about the character you fell in love with the most? How do you write the story were your readers begged and pleaded more for than any other character?
Maddox and Ellie are both such reader favorites that I almost couldn’t write this book.
Actually, I wrote this book four times.
What you’re about to read is the final act of what happens when Maddox and Ellie get not only what they want, but what they need.
I couldn’t have done this without Lia Davis, Devin, Donna, my betas, and Vickie. I couldn’t have thought about this without my teams and a few readers who begged for Maddox’s story.
Thank you guys for standing by me while I wrote the story that needed to be written—not the one where rainbows and unicorns are in abundance, but where Maddox and Ellie can maybe find that peace.
Table of Contents
“She’s going to die. No, she
to die,” Corbin muttered. He paced his dungeon room, the light from the bare bulb reflecting off the knives he’d just cleaned so he could attempt to discipline his latest ‘toy’.
None of his most recent toys had been worth the trouble.
No, they were never
her. Never his sister.
Though he’d always kept spares, so he could indulge his other urges, Ellie had been the one who could endure the pain the way he wanted. No matter how much she suffered at his hand, the fire in her eyes had never left. Yes, it had trickled to an almost dull flame, but it had never extinguished.
The fire died too quickly in these others. Frustrating. Irritating.
Maybe he just had to cut deeper, harder, and more often.
“Your sister will die, eventually,” Caym, his demon lover, said as he ran a hand down his back. “You know she can’t die yet. We have plans for her. If you’d step out of your room more often, you’d know we already set forth the first of those plans.”
Corbin winced at the not-so-subtle reprimand in Caym’s tone. Though Corbin was the Alpha of the Central Pack, it was Caym who made most of the decisions. It didn’t matter much to Corbin really. No, he had all the power and play he wanted, plus a demon to take the edge off the building frustration within him—a demon with such pristine features he resembled a fallen angel.
He was so pretty, and Corbin never had the urge to scar that face.
Just like how he’d never scarred Ellie’s face. No, but he’d scarred her everywhere else. Often. He’d even scarred her twin sister, but not as much. Her fire, and their cousin’s fire, had died so quickly that he’d ended up playing with husks.
Not something he wanted.
Now the latter two were dead—in order to bring Caym to the human realm—and he’d lost his Ellie when the damn Redwoods had taken her with them and enveloped her in their Pack.
Those fucking Redwoods.
They were going to die; they
—Caym’s plan worked, they’d die from the inside out; like a rotting corpse, ripe for the plucking by the birds of death.
Yes, he’d enjoy the feast.
“Ellie will be ours,” Caym whispered in his ear, sending icy shivers down his spine.
“Soon,” Corbin agreed.
Maddox Jamenson ran a hand through his too-long hair and looked out onto the land that had for so long called to his family and Pack. The tall trees weren’t redwoods, but damn close because they seemingly touched the clouds, reaching for something that he didn’t even know if he needed. He looked over his shoulder at the sound of the party he was late to, but ignored it.
They’d just have to wait a bit longer.
The cool October air tickled the back of his neck, sending shivers down his body, though those shivers didn’t just come from nature. No, the power he held as the Omega of the Redwood Pack drained then filled him with more emotion than he should have been able to take.
Being the Omega was his job, his destiny. He could feel every emotion from his Pack, every need, want, desire, and heartache. It was up to him to block it all out or take it in and try to help.
One day he’d take a break from it though.
Step away from the Pack and the den, if only for a moment.
If only to breathe.
He held back a laugh. No, that wouldn’t be any time soon. Not in a time of war and strife. In a time of loss and new life within his own family.
He was Maddox—he’d stay where he needed to be.
Alone, but surrounded.
He was so freaking tired, and he really didn’t know why.
Thoughts of dark eyes and an even darker past flashed through his mind, and he closed his eyes.
Oh, yeah, that’s why he was so tired.
“Mad?” Cailin, his baby sister, called as she came up to stand beside him.
Maddox looked down at her striking beauty, her black-blue hair and stunning Jamenson-green eyes. Even though she was only in her twenties, he knew he’d have to start fighting off potential mates soon. No way was he going to let his little sister get hurt.
“What is it, Cai?” he asked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Unlike the rest of his family, he wasn’t that comfortable with touching others. He’d held Bay when she’d needed him after the birth of her son, but he didn’t like hugging anyone else—except his sister.
“Why are you out here standing all alone?” she asked. She leaned into his hold, loneliness, a common emotion with her, leached off her and seeped into his chaotic hold on his own emotions.
He shrugged, not really knowing the answer. He’d always preferred to be alone, especially these days. The feelings that came from being the Omega fell on his shoulders with a heavy still silence that never went away.
Cailin scoffed, and he was pretty sure he could feel her rolling her eyes. She wasn’t very subtle.
“You need to stop moping, brother mine.”
“I’m not moping,” he countered.
“Oh, shut up. You’ve been moping since you-know-who came you-know-where.”
“Oh, my, however shall I figure out that code of yours?” he teased, not liking that she saw right through him.
“Well, I could say her name for you if you’re that lost.” This time a happier emotion drifted from her. She smiled, and he pinched her arm.
“Hey! I’m going to tell Mom!” She rubbed her arm and stuck her tongue out.
Maddox threw his head back and laughed—something he hadn’t done much of lately. “Oh, my God, you’re like twelve.”
“I’m not going to argue with you.”
“Why are we fighting?” she asked and smiled again.
“Because you’re a pest and my baby sister.”
Cailin let out a breath. “I really wish all of you would stop calling me your
sister. It’s not like I’m in diapers anymore. I’m a woman.”
Maddox closed his eyes and groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“Hey! I don’t understand what your problem is. Kade and Jasper went out all the time and found women. Reed found men
women. Adam wasn’t a monk before Anna. You’ve had your fair share, even if you’re hiding most of it. And, North…well, I don’t really want to think about what North’s up to.”
Maddox shook his head, trying to get the images of North doing whatever the hell he did out of his mind. In fact, he tried to keep his twin out of his mind more often than not, especially lately when the betrayal that was of his own making tasted too fresh. He’d been the one to push them together so he’d be the one to deal with it.
“You’re not allowed to date,” Maddox ordered, ignoring the pain that came with thinking of North.
Cailin leveled a look at him. “Um, I think I am, and I have been dating if you haven’t noticed.”
Rage filled him, his fists clenching as his heart raced. “What? Who? What little prick do I have to kill?”
Cailin threw up her arms and stomped away before she turned around, stomped right back, and got in his face.
“You see? This is why I don’t mention it. I’m a woman. Not a girl. A woman. I’ve dated humans and wolves. Not that I’d let you know who. Oh, and I’m not a virgin. Just so you know.”
Maddox covered his ears with his hands and hummed.
No, there was no way his baby sister was talking about…well…sex.
No. Freaking. Way.
“Sex. Maddox. Sex. Sex. Sex.”
“Stop it, Cailin!”
“Oh, my God! You’re such a prude!”
“And you’re too young to have sex.”
“Oh, shut up. It’s not like I’m screwing every man I see.”
Maddox closed his eyes again and prayed for patience. “I would hope not. We’re already in a war with the Centrals. We don’t need to kill our own Pack members.”
Cailin rolled her eyes. “You need to grow up. Okay? I’m being safe—with my body and my heart. I haven’t found a mate yet, and my wolf is just now starting to want one. When it happens, I don’t want my brothers beating him up.”