It was with great difficulty that I didn't watch my mate walk away. And damn, did I want to. She's got a great ass. But it would only cause her trouble and me a headache with Rowan standing here glaring at me.
He's mad I was even talking to campers. And since I'm pretty sure he's the one allowing these poachers onto my land, he probably doesn't like me telling legends about avenging spirits.
"James…" he growls. I stop myself from rolling my eyes. Humans trying to growl and sound intimidating is just laughable. "What?" I asked, folding my arms as I leaned against the truck. "Stop telling campers nonsense. I don't want them getting scared by your tall tales,” he ordered.
"As opposed to your son and other counselors making them think there's a killer in the forest? At least mine is a true legend of this land and puts them at ease since the wolf spirit only comes after those that harm nature and animals. It seems to me only the poachers and anyone helping t
Patience is a virtue, or at least that’s what my mother, my adopted mother - which that’s so weird even to think, always tells me. But waiting to see Logan again is torture. That’s weird, right? I shouldn’t be this keyed up about seeing a guy I barely know. ‘He’s our mate. This is normal.’ Theia says, and I can feel her rolling her eyes at me. Because to her, this is all normal. But I’m human, and this isn’t normal. I don’t even get this excited to see Alex, and he’s my best friend. I have a lot of questions for Logan. All of this makes no sense to me. And the idea that I’m adopted is just… I don’t even know how to process it. I’ve resisted the urge to call home and ask my parents. I need to hear it from them. I need to know the truth. But I’m a coward, and I didn’t. I didn’t even call them when other campers called home. I was too afraid to break down on the phone. I can’t do that. If I had done that, my parents would have drive all the w
“I can smell your arousal. So I know exactly what the thought of me marking you as mine does to you,” I teased. “Logan…" Aurelia sighed. “Fine. I’ll stop teasing. Part of completing the mate bond won’t just mean me marking you. You would have to mark me as well. Making it clear to all other females, I am yours,” I smiled. She tried to hide it, but I saw her lips twitch, wanting to smile, and the scent of her arousal became stronger. She likes the idea of marking me, of making everyone know I’m hers. “After all that happens, our scents would mingle and become a new scent. This tells people or rather other werewolves that we are together even before they could see the mark. It would also create a link between us. This link has its upsides and downsides,” I explained. One delicate red brow arches in question. “And those would be?" she asked. “Well, the upside is it means we could communicate telepathically. It also means that we’d know what the oth
Twelve. Logan’s twelve years older than me! He’s twelve years older than me, has a kid, and has far more experience than I could even imagine. “So you don’t think it’s weird that you’re attracted to a sixteen-year-old?" I questioned. Because he can’t deny he’s attracted to me. I may not be as experienced as him, but even I know that he’s sporting a hardon in those jeans. “Not really. As I said, it’s not uncommon for werewolves. I’ve known of larger age gaps. I know that you were raised human, so probably to you, it’s weird. That I can’t change,” he shrugged. “Fair enough. So I’m going to age normally anymore?" I asked, furrowing my brow. “Basically. Werewolves age about three times slower than a human,” he explained. “So every three years, a werewolf only physically appears to age one?" I clarified. “You’ve got it. It’s why John looks much younger than he is. So what else do you want to know?" he asked, absently kneading my ass. Damn, he’s
I sighed as I looked and saw her chewing her bottom lip. I haven't marked her, so I can't feel her emotions, but she doesn't have much of a poker face. I shouldn't have told her so much. I can only imagine how I'd feel if she had someone before me she loved. "Aurelia…" I sighed, caressing her cheek. "That was the past,” I tried to assure her. She sighed, nodding a little. "I know. But you loved her. You even adopted her daughter,” she sighed, leaning back running her hand through her thick, fiery locks. "Yes, well. I won't lie and say I didn't love Suzu. I did. She wasn't my mate, and after I explained to her what I was, she always knew that I'd find my mate one day. Granted, I would always argue with her that it wouldn't happen. After all, it hadn't for years,” I shrugged. "I brought her and Hana home to live with me amongst my pack,” I sighed. "No one was happy about it,” I frowned. "Why not? I mean, shouldn't they want their leader to be happ
I’m way too stimulated right now to think straight. Logan’s kissing me and touching me, and I don’t think I’ll be able to think straight again till I find some release. I’ve kissed a few boys in my short life but never was anything even remotely like this. It doesn’t help that Theia keeps telling me we should take option four and let him fuck us, mate us and complete the bond. She wants that so badly she’s impairing my judgment. “I’m not this kind of girl,” I moan as his hands start to lift my shirt. “What kind is that?" Logan’s husky voice questions. His fingers are handing over my ribs, and the contact is sending sparks throughout my body, and they all seem to settle at my core making me want him even more. How is this possible? I know, mate bond. But I don’t get it. I don’t get how his touch can make me feel this way. And it’s not just how badly my pussy is throbbing, but I can feel those sparks in my heart too. “The kind that gets naked with
This girl was going to be the death of me. I have to abstain from sex for God knows how long till she’s ready. And I can’t even go fuck someone else and get it out of my system. Now that we’ve found Aurelia, Jericho would do something to stop me. Hell, for all I know, my dick wouldn’t even get up for someone else. Cheating on a mate isn’t normal. The only people who do it don’t deserve a mate, to begin with. Even worse to cheat on a mate after you’ve completed the bond because then they feel it. They feel the pain of your betrayal. And while I have slept with my share of women, after Suzu. None of them meant anything to me. They were just ways of me trying to drown my sorrow. It never lasted. It never filled the gaping wound that her death left in my heart. Since I first caught Aurelia’s scent, it feels like that wound is starting to heal. So I have to do everything I can to make her feel comfortable with me. She was raised human, so I n
Wow! Just wow! Tonight with Logan was intense. We may not have covered as much information as I’d planned. But that seems to be the norm for us. We talked for a bit, covered some heavy topics, and then we got distracted in the most panty-melting ways. And tonight took the cake on all fronts. He told me about his ex, how they met and how she died. I’m still livid on her behalf. How could her guards just let those rouges take her?! They knew what would happen. They knew what it would do to Logan, to their Alpha. But because she was human, they didn’t care? I hope that Logan killed them all. That they paid with their lives for letting hers be snuffed out. Because if they are still alive and I ever see them, I will kill them. But before I could ask more, he kissed me, and things just got hotter from there. I’m not sure if the kiss was to calm me down or distract him from the bad memories. Either way, it worked. And now I’ve kissed a fe
I hadn’t wanted to leave Aurelia, especially without notice, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to return home. My father is dead, and my mother is dying. I need to be there for my family and my pack. I couldn’t just sneak over and tell Aurelia I had to go. I also don’t have her phone number, so I couldn’t just text her either. I only shot a text to Rowan about it. I kept it brief, telling him I had a death in the family and had to go home. I took my motorcycle to get home as fast as I could. I’m confident I broke multiple traffic laws to reach the packhouse in record time. There were pack members all around, even at this predawn hour, everyone dressed in black to mourn their former Alpha. As I tossed my helmet aside, members bowed and made sure to get out of my way. I was certain my eyes were red as I threw open the heavy double oak doors. “Where is she!?” I shouted. Silvercloud was the first face I saw. He looked like shit, and his clothes were