Hi, I just wanted to let you all know that my sister is close to giving birth, and I have offered to take her five year old son this weekend to help out.
This means I might be too busy to write.
I am trying to write for both stories, but I have a hard time focusing since I'm feeling anxious for my sister. This hasn't been an easy pregnancy for her, and I hope it all goes quickly and smoothly.
I love the support you've given me so far, and I've really been enjoying writing these stories for you.
No pressure, but I would really appreciate a review if you're up for it. It would help me gain more readers.
Other than that, I just wanted to say thank you for reading and leaving comments. I get such a kick out of seeing your reactions to each chapter. I had planned to give Airk this amazing mate since the beginning, and it was hard to go through with it at times because nobody deserves such a mate. But I really wanted to tell a story about rejection and second chances.
Hopefully I'll be able to finish another chapter soon, but if not, you know the reason why. ;)
Love,
Naomi
Airk’s pov Being here with Argo felt like old times. Sharing a room with my brother, making jokes, watching stupid TV shows, and eating food in bed. It was comforting in a way, but every time I looked down at my body or Argo’s body, I was reminded of what happened for us to be here. Especially at night, I had a hard time escaping my demons. Or demon, to be specific. Jace haunted my dreams, and there had been several nights where Argo had jumped into bed with me. His wolf had returned, and Argo was healing well. I suspected that he was staying until I was allowed to go home, just so I wouldn’t be by myself. Not that I was ever really by myself, unless I went to the toilet, and even there I had to ask someone for help to bring me there. Mom, dad, Elora, Darian, baby Tristan, Brax—there were always people here. Dad told me more people from the Iron River pack wanted to visit me, but that mom had said they needed to wait. I was thankful she realized I wasn’t ready for more. I wasn’t
Argo’s pov I wanted to start training the soldiers as soon as I left the hospital, but they told me to take it easy, whatever the fuck that meant. I mean, how easy can someone take it? I’ve been in the hospital for days, doing barely anything, and bored out of my fucking mind. I could have left a few days before Airk, but I couldn’t leave my brother alone. Since we’ve been back in the packhouse, things haven’t really improved. Airk’s talking to someone, and he’s staying outside a lot, but there’s something different about him, and I’m scared he’ll never be the fucking same. How could he go back to being the old Airk after what he went through? To be able to stay strong for my brother, I need an outlet, and thankfully, Airk has plenty of other people to look out for him while I’m gone. Mom and dad left yesterday because the pack needed them. Not just the pack; Aeryn has a newborn, and they’re balancing two packs at once. It’s a fucking lot. I should say that I miss them, but I real
Airk’s pov "So, um, you know how you’ve been sleeping in my room all of the fucking time?" Argo asked me. "Yes?" "Well, Mila wants to give us a shot, and I kind of need my room to do stuff. You know." Argo said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Yeah, I know. That’s fine. I’ll stay in my room." I said, feeling instantly like I couldn’t breathe. "I can still come to you, and I promise to talk with you before you go to bed. I’m next door; I’m not fucking leaving you." Argo reassured me. I wasn’t a child. But it sometimes felt like it. Like a child who was afraid to be alone, afraid of what monsters he would find under his bed. I just wish I had Kael with me, so I wouldn’t feel so alone. "I’ll be fine." I said, again, and Argo raised an eyebrow. "You fucking suck at lying. I heard Brax did some things to your room to help?" He did. The room was perfect, but it didn’t matter what the room was like when I was there by myself. I kept seeing Emmy and Jace having sex. I kept feeling the pain of
Brax’s pov Every day, I saw Airk looking a bit better. Having something to do and something to focus on seemed to get him out of bed. He wasn’t happy, but he was there. ‘He’s always been here,’ Hudson said, confused. ‘No, he hasn’t. His body was here, but his mind was elsewhere. Just like his wolf still is.’ Hudson howled inside my head. He had never really gotten to know Kael. I knew Hudson always dreamed about meeting Airk’s wolf. ‘If Airk never got his wolf back, I’d be okay. As long as he’ll allow us both to love him.’ Hudson said, but I still felt bad for my wolf. He lost his mate too, and we both loved Airk. I thought that Airk would plan a quick ceremony, but he hadn’t shared much with me. I was only joking that it needed to be big. It wasn’t until Mila stopped by that I realized Airk had a whole party planned. "It’s so nice, Brax. I can’t believe you and Airk want to throw a party. He asked me to invite Mom and whoever else I wanted. I was thinking Eli, but I don’t want
Mila’s pov "Um, so, uh, well, I was thinking, um..." I said, unsure of how to approach this. Had I done something wrong? Argo seemed to be obsessed with my body, so why didn’t we have sex yet, and why had he not marked me? The party for mine and Airk’s iniation was tomorrow, and I hoped to do it with my mate’s mark around my neck. ‘But did you actually ask him? They are not mind readers. You might be able to feel some emotions through the mark you left on Argo’s neck, but he can’t sense yours.’ Leysa said, clearly annoyed with me. ‘Shouldn’t he want to mark me? Shouldn’t he be able to tell I want him to?’ ‘No. If you want something, ask.’ "Well, sunshine? I’m waiting. What did you want to say?" Argo asked with a smirk on his face. "Why haven’t we had sex?" I said it so fast that it was barely audible. "Are you saying that all the fucking times I’ve gone down on you don’t count? Have I not made you cum enough?" "No, but I mean, that doesn’t count." Argo raised an eyebrow, "ar
Argo’s pov Mila wanted me to mark her! Although the thought of sex was at the forefront of my mind, and my dick, all day, the thought of marking her felt so fucking special. Not only was she staying here, she wanted the world to show she was mine and I was hers, and I couldn’t be fucking happier. I had thought about fucking my mate daily, but I wanted to make absolutely sure she was on board. I didn’t want to ruin this for her. And for me. This was our second chance to do her first time again. It needed to be right. All week, I tried my best to erase the damage I had done. I wanted Mila to be as confident with me as she was when I first met her. I had damaged that confidence; I knew that for a fucking fact. When she was naked around me, she would hide certain parts of her body, and I tried to make sure she knew how much I loved her body. Every part equally. ‘That’s a lie.’ Stark said, laughing. ‘Fine, I love her ass and boobs more than the rest.’ ‘And there’s one part you like
Brax’s pov "Good morning, Air," I said before stretching my arms above my head. "Goodmorning," Airk said, before quickly moving away from me as if he were burned by my touch. He stood up from the bed, looking everywhere except for me. I looked down to see a very large morning wood. "I’m sorry." Airk chuckled awkwardly, "it’s fine, it’s natural, right? All men get it; you probably just need to pee." Yeah, it probably had nothing to do with the dream I had of sucking Airk’s dick before letting him ride my ass. I didn’t respond, instead asking him. "Are you excited about today?" Airk had let me sleep in his room for the last few nights. At first, I kept my distance, but when we were both asleep, we tended to move towards each other and wake up with my arms around Airk. Then, after the second time it happened, I decided to just cuddle with Airk before he fell asleep, and surprisingly, he let me. I was trying my best not to be scared around him and not to worry about triggering him
Airk’s pov Why did Brax do that? Why? Was it a cruel joke? No, he wouldn’t do that. He’s not cruel. So why tell me he loved me in front of the pack, me, and his family? I missed Kael, but now more than ever, I wish I could talk to him. Brax looked at me, now facing me instead of the crowd, and told me his heart was mine and I could choose what to do with it. I didn’t know what to say, so I squeezed his hand. He must mean it, right? But how could he? How could he love me like this? I didn’t even love myself right now; I felt closer to hating myself, actually. But his words did something to me. It reminded me of what we used to be—just the two of us in his room talking about life and exploring each other’s bodies. Things were so simple back then, except for hiding our feelings for each other from each other and the rest of the pack. Brax held me until the applause stopped and I stepped down from the stage. ‘I didn’t know the fucker would do that. That was fucking romantic.’ Argo
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