I need to go to bed, but here is the chapter I promised. Thank you for the comments for the new idea. i won't start officialy writing for it yet. I just get these ideas in my head and when i don't put them on paper, I lose them. Because I'm old lol. It's still a work in progress and I have only thought of the beginning, but perhaps in the future it will turn into more. for now. i have enough on my plate ;)
I told myself that I was only allowed to write for the new story if I wrote a chapter for either this one or the Luna Prophecy first. So, since I uploaded a chapter for both today and yesterday and some of you asked for more.... here is another chapter for Mommy is mated to the Alpha King. working title ;) I wanted another grumpy alpha, so meet Cas. Of course he has a sad backstory that I still have to figure out and he's clearly not perfect, but I think he'll grow on us, just like Osiris did. ***** Cassius’ pov "So you want me to book the same hotel as last time, Cas?" My beta asked me. He and my sister were the only ones that were allowed to call me Cas, and only in private. I had known my beta Zaid since we met at school when we were four years old. ‘So twenty-five years ago,’ my wolf Aziel added. ‘And ten years of that friendship, you’ve been looking for our mate and failing.’ I growled at my wolf, my aura leaking out of me, making Zaid bow his head, showing his submission
Argo’s pov “We’re not seriously going to sit around a fucking campfire." Grandpa Os laughed, “it’s just a barbeque, Argo, and you know Cyrus loves some roasted marshmallow.” “So we’re not going to do that whole thing where we all sit and talk around the fucking fire?” Dad chuckled, “well, we are. But count your blessings; this time we’re not here to discuss you.” Dad stood up and joined Grandpa Os behind the big barbecue. Mom, Airk, and both my grandmas were in the kitchen making salad and other shit to eat. It did feel fucking good knowing that for once nobody was disappointed in me. ‘For once? That’s exaggerating just a bit, isn’t it?’ Stark said. ‘They have only tried to help you.’ I know. I knew my parents loved me, but that didn’t mean I often felt like I was a failure. I often felt like I was the lesser brother. Not to say, Airk was now the lesser brother. Ah, fuck this; you know what I mean. It’s nice not to be the subject of the fucking family meeting. Storm sat down b
Airk’s pov “Do you want to actually go there or just do a video call, because either is fine with me.” Dad asked. “How long would it take?” “Not long, but if Johan is anything like his father or grandfather, he’ll have a lot to say and a lot of research to read through.” I sighed, “So call first and see if it’s needed." I really didn’t want to be away from Brax any longer than I needed to. Pushing Brax away was something I had done to protect myself, but also him. Why would he want someone as damaged as me? But the more time we spent together, the more I realized that Brax didn’t care how damaged I was. He just wanted to be around me, and being away from him was hurting him more than sticking around. But I never realized what Brax was doing for my mental health. Of course, I realized that I slept better when I was around Brax, but now that I was actually a few hours away, it was clear that it was so much more than that. Being around him was enough to calm me and make me feel bett
Argo’s pov “Are you ready to go back, because I fucking am.” I asked my brother. Airk nodded but seemed unsure. “What is it, spill?" “I didn’t see Isaac. I wanted to, but I was scared.” Airk admitted. “Scared of what? It’s Isaac; that silly motherfucker is harmless.” “It’s Emmeline. You saw how I reacted to Storm; what if I had a worse reaction to her? It wouldn’t be her fault, but it could do damage. I don’t know how she’s doing.” “Because you’re too scared to ask? You're not responsible for her. It wasn’t your fucking fault that man has a side piece.” I said, and I knew right away that wasn’t the right thing to say. Airk growled, “she was going to be his Luna. She is just as much a victim; she was just better at acting than I was. She pretended to like everything he did to her, knowing no one would come for her. The only reason I felt safe enough to speak up was because I was taught to. And because I had people in my corner.” “But she has Isaac now, well, sort of." I said. “
Brax’s pov Goddess, he looked good. I know it’s not the right time or place to look at Airk’s body, but I haven’t seen him naked in months, and he still looks just as amazing as when I fell for him the first time. ‘Or only time,’ Hudson said, wrapping his body around Airk to keep him safe and warm. I knew Airk would need me; he was just too stubborn to ask, so I was ready to go as soon as Argo mindlinked me. While Argo meant well, he could fuck situations up easily. Sometimes Airk needed fewer words and more comfort. So I stayed in my wolf’s form, letting Airk touch my fur and keeping him close, until the drugs wore out. Airk scent was a bit stronger, but I did not feel his wolf like last time. But this was just a trial run; who knew what would happen once Airk tried this under a full moon? - - - - - - I woke up in the woods, having shifted back, with Airk in my arms. Both of us really naked, and my dick very present. It was impossible not to get hard when I was this close to my
Airk’s pov I can’t believe I just did that. I held onto Brax, hugging him tightly, feeling such relief. ‘This is how it’s supposed to be,’ Kael’s voice said. ‘You’re back! Did the ceremony work?’ ‘No.’ Kael replied, and I could sense how weak he still was. “Do I need to try again?’ I asked, unsure of what way I could help my wolf. ‘You need to heal, and so do I. I am not strong enough.’ Was all that Kael answered. Which didn’t give me much. Heal how? ‘I will explain everything one day. But I need to go back.’ Kael added, making even less sense. ‘Back where?’ Kael poured his love through the bond, ‘back to the Goddess. I am with her.’ Did that mean he’s dead? I mean, people only go to the moon goddess once they’re dead. So how can he be talking to me? ‘Kael?’ But he was already gone. I moved back, looking at Brax. He stared at me, and I knew he must have felt Kael’s presence too. “He told me he’s not strong enough yet, but he’s trying to come back. He’s with her….” I said
Argo’s pov “So, how is he?” Brax asked me. “Aren’t you supposed to know that?” I replied, raising my eyebrow. “Argo….” Brax growled. “He’s okay. He’s just scared, I guess. I’ll fucking talk to him tonight.” Brax sighed, his hands in his hair, looking like he was so fucking tired. “Tomorrow is the Blood Moon.” “I know; I’ll fucking talk to him, okay?” Airk and Brax seemed fine from the outside. They kissed and held hands, but there was this weird fucking tension, and it wasn’t their usual sexual tension. It was something else. Of course, I had talked to Airk and heard the whole fucking story. Blow jobs in the woods, shower sex. I mean, he didn’t go into details, but he told me enough to paint a picture that I didn’t want to see. ‘You asked!’ Stark growled inside my head, protective of my brother. I did fucking ask. Airk and I had always shared everything, but sex was something private, and it was different. We could talk about it, but going into details was a bit too fucking m
Airk’s pov Stupid Argo. Why would he say all these to me the night before the ritual? Maybe I just shouldn’t do it. I mean, it wouldn’t work anyway. Why would the Moon Goddess help me now, since she’s ruined everything for me so far? I sat in our room, waiting for Brax to return. Why would he have told Argo about the biting? He must have really hated it, but he kept saying he didn’t. But why else mention it? Nothing seemed to work to calm me down—not a shower, not a run—and I just waited for Brax to come back. Maybe his being near me would work. The door of our room opened, and I blurted out, “you told Argo.” “Told him what?” Brax said surprised. “That I bit you.” Brax growled, “the bastard acted like he already knew.” “Why would you tell him?” I asked, feeling mortified. Brax sighed, “because you won’t talk about it with me. You were moving ahead, and since that happened, you’ve been closed off and unwilling to talk to me about anything deep.” “That’s not true.” I countere
Hi!it seems I wasn't very clear. but the chapter from Storm’s pov is actually the end of the Stolen Alpha. So it's not something I can change. I simply forgot about it and I started writing the first draft of Nivia's story and went to read the end to make sure it matched whatever I wrote last year.hope this clarifies things.and yes, Kyra was alive in the chapter. but since Eli named his daughter Kyra, we can pretend its her and not reveal that I sometimes forget my own story......anyway once again thank you for your support. I first need to finish the Luna prophecy before I start on Nivia's story, whatever that may be
- - Five years after chapter 119. -- Argo’s pov Airk slapped my thigh a lot, fucking harder than was necessary. He knew I had been training a lot, and my muscles were still sore from sparring against his mate. Everyone might assume he’s a fragile little luna, but that man works out daily, and he is very fucking protective of Brax. “So, you almost beat him this time.” Airk said, and I wasn’t sure if he was complimenting me or threatening me. “It’s my goal, you know. He is the only one left to beat.” I joked. “You didn’t beat me.” Airk replied, raising his eyebrow. “I beat you when we were fucking fifteen! How could you forget?” As a kid, I’ve beaten him countless times, but I didn’t want to rub it in too fucking much. Mila entered the room, looking like the most beautiful duck as she waddled towards us. I would never call her that to her face, though; my sunshine had turned into quite a monster this pregnancy. She’d fucking rip my balls off if I called her a duck. "Hi, beautifu
So... I thought of a story line for Nivia and started writing the chapter, but then I remembered I actually already wrote a chapter about Nivia (Aeryn's daughter) at the end of the Stolen Alpha. I'll post it here as well, so you don't have to go looking. It's free; don't worry. But in the story, I reveal that Osiris is in his 70s. I did the math, and since Osiris was 28? I think when he became a dad for the first time, Asher was 20 and Aeryn was 18. Once Nivia is 18, Osiris should be... 84. Which in werewolf years isn't that old. I thought he was about 100 now, but I forgot they all had kids a lot younger than humans. So he's safe for now :D But I have three options for Nivia and haven't really settled on one yet. But for most of them, she will go to a special academy for werewolves that they started a few years ago to make sure future alphas and betas won't make the same mistakes. It is something Asher started to make future leaders see they have more in common than they realize.
Osiris’ pov ‘Are you happy?’ Santos asked as I watched all the kids play together. ‘You can literally feel what I feel and hear my thoughts….’ I countered, annoyed with the old wolf. ‘If you consider that you got me when you were eighteen, I’m actually younger than you.’ Santos replied, waging his tale in my mind playfully. In my mind, he was still the same as always, but in reality, like me, he needed assistance. He couldn't walk properly without the help of prostethics. If I could have gone back in time and changed things, I wouldn’t have changed this. I would have made sure Riker was still alive, but then his mate Mia wouldn’t have found her second mate. Maybe I would have saved Kyra or any of the other wolves who have passed over the years, but who knows the ripple effect of that change? ‘You’ve watched The Butterfly Effect too many times.’ Santos said, making me laugh. I've only watched that movie once, but I knew that if I went back in time to change things, life wouldn't
Isaac’s pov Time has flown by. Way too fast. As I’m sitting here, holding my son and seeing my mate after giving birth to another couple's baby, I just can’t believe we’re here. It feels like just yesterday that everyone went home, and Emmy and I were left running the Winter Bone pack. Thankfully, my mom, Sierra, stayed behind to help. As a former beta, she stepped up and knew exactly what to do. She had basically run the pack with my grandpa when my uncle left to find his daughters. My other mom, Kate, was busy trying to find ways to help my grandparents. While I knew Sierra was here to help me, she was also here because Kate could get a little obsessed when she’s working on something. My mom hardly sleeps when she’s in the zone, and she doesn’t stop until it’s finished. Sierra would only be in the way. But now that I have a child of my own, I wonder if mom didn’t also stay behind because she had just seen me hurt badly. Being hurt in battle was the first time I had ever been
Brax’s pov “So, what made you change your mind?” My sister asked, slowly sitting down. It was getting harder for her to walk, sit down, or get up without the help of Argo or someone else. “I don’t think I really changed my mind; it was just..." Before I could finish, Mila started to laugh. “You did a 180. When Airk came home after the bonfire, it was clear you did not want a child this way.” I shook my head, chuckling along. “It wasn’t that. It felt weird to have a timeframe in which Airk and I could start a family.” “Nobody said anything about when you were supposed to have a child," Mila argued. “Didn’t they? Emmy wanted kids with Isaac, but not before helping us. So that meant putting things on hold. And Elora has her own army of pups she wants to push out, so we needed to do the egg extraction at the right time between pregnancies.” Mila giggled. “They don’t have that many kids. Mom has more.” “Mom didn’t have a choice but to keep having kids.” Mila took a deep breath. “We
Airk’s pov “It was so fucking gross.” Argo said, making the same face he made when mom put Brussels sprouts on the table when we were young. “He just ripped his whole fucking face off!” Dad sighed, “I didn’t rip his whole face off. I merely stuck my claws into his face and pulled. I’m not sure what actually came off. Maybe it was just his nose or a piece of his mouth.” Mom gagged, she was in dad's lap around the fire. “You’re not making it sound any better, Ash.” “Speaking of gross-looking things, how is grandpa Os?” Argo asked mom. Dad, Aunt Kat, and more people growled, and Argo threw his hands up in the air. “I was the fucking one that had to carry him like a baby, feeling his melting flesh against my hands. Besides, it’s how we deal with painful things, right, mom?” Mom gave Argo a wink, but then sounded very stern. “Maybe be a bit more tactful next time, Argo. You know how fucking important Os is to people.” “Fine,” Argo scoffed. “How is the fucker?” “He and Mom are doing
Asher’s pov “What the fuck happened?” Storm asked when I came close. He was surrounded by dead bodies and covered in blood. I was still holding on to Argo, who was barely able to walk. Yeah, what did happen? It was hard for me to remember everything. “Alpha Scott had silver nails laced with wolfsbane; he fought with Argo. We need to get out of here.” Storm shook his head, “no, offense, but we’re not going anywhere until you, your son, and I get some bandages or something. Because we’re in no fucking shape to take on any more people.” “Speak for yourself,” I replied jokingly. I stared at Storm’s body; his body was more red than his skin color. Storm smirked at me, “it’s mostly not my blood. But I did get shot, um, twice. So that fucking sucks.” I looked over at my son, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Storm was right. We needed to stop the bleeding and rest before we left. We were sitting ducks here, but I did just kill the Alpha of this pack. So the remaini
Argo’s pov “It’s going to be fucking fine,” Storm suddenly said, startling me. We had been silently trying to track Dad for hours, focusing on all our senses. We weren’t running in wolf shape because some of our travels went through human territory. Also, we couldn’t fucking communicate if we were in our wolf form, since we didn’t belong to the same pack anymore. “I didn’t say a fucking word…” I countered, looking at him with my eyebrow raised. “Your face is telling me enough, little fuckhead.” I scoffed, “well, big fuckhead, I am fine. And dad will be fine too. Unless you’re worried?” Storm shook his head, “Asher can handle anything.” I liked Storm. And not just because he curses a whole fucking lot. He’s good to my sisters, and he’s like a third son to my parents. And he’s given my parents their first grandkids, which puts some pressure on the rest of us. But I knew he was just as worried as I was. Storm was really fucking close to my dad. Like surrogate dad, close. Fucker