Kane wakes me, his handsome face beaming down at me. “Did you have a good nap?” he asks. I sit upright, trying to focus my sleep-blurred eyes on him. “What time is it?” “Almost six,” he lifts the fussing Adare out of his cot and hands him to me. “I guess he wants to nurse.” I nod. “You smell good,” I say without thinking. He does. He smells different, more earthy and musky. “I took a shower,” he says. I laugh. “That’s not what I mean. Do you have a new cologne?” He shakes his head. “Your senses start to enhance when the full moon approaches. I smell the same as always, you’re just more aware of it.” “I know that already…that’s not it.” He frowns. “I don’t know, Willow. Nothing’s changed.” “It’s weird,” I say and latch Adare to my breast while I keep an eye on Kane. “It’s like when I’m in heat, and everything about is just more…alluring.” He shrugs, but there’s a curious frown between his eyes. “You’re not in heat.” “No.” “Then I haven’t got the foggiest. Did you pump a bott
I pace up and down the apartment, my eyes dashing between Glenn, Tully and Kane. No one's saying anything. All we can do is stand here and stare at Kane who looks like he's about to throw up. I’m livid and bristling with jealousy. It’s taking every bit of restraint I have not to let Suri go so we can run to the widows' hostel to kill Dani. Right in the middle of all this, Adare wakes up, and because of the wine I had earlier, I try to give him the bottle, but he keeps pressing his lips together and shaking his head from side to side, refusing to open his mouth for the fake nipple. “Come on baby,” I say. He opens his mouth and starts wailing. I take the chance to quickly pop the bottle in his mouth, but he pushes it out with his tongue, and gives me a look of betrayal. “It’s the same milk, buddy, just a different container.” “It’s because he can smell you,” Tully says from the door. “He won’t take the bottle because he can smell you.” I look up at the young woman. “How do you know?”
Kane's POV I have never experienced anything like it. My body craves to be with Dani, but my head hates the idea, and my heart only wants Willow. Dario is angry, homocidal – he doesn’t want to be with Dani in any way shape or form, is furious that she's back, but the physical craving, mine alone it seem, doesn’t let up. I feel gross, violated. Willow’s spell lasted a good hour before it started to wear off. I started using my own magic, not to put up a barrier between Dani and me as Willow had done, but to stop her from feeling it. All I want to do is protect Willow, and this is the only way. She barely has any control as it is, feeling Dani’s heat, which is more intense than it should be, will send her careening over the edge into a murderous rage. I can’t think clearly. The need to mate is too strong. I can now clearly tell the difference between the desire to mate with someone you love and respect, and someone you outright despise. The physical yearning does not match the emotion
Kane stumbles into the bedroom, soaking wet and almost blue from the cold water. A flicker of lust, probably Dani’s, ripples through me as I watch him dress in the tightest pair of boxer briefs he can find, followed by joggers and a long sweater. I never really gave it much thought, but it must be hell for a man to hide an erection he doesn’t want. He heads towards the door, grunts turns around and comes back to bed. He flops down on his side, nearly launching Adare and me into the air as he hits the mattress. “Do you feel better at all?” “No,” he says and pulls a pillow over his face. “And I won’t until her heat passes in a day or two.” “Only two days? Didn’t mine last longer?” “It was your first time,” he answers, the pillow muffling his voice. “It can last a little longer the first time.” I go through the routine of burping and changing Adare, then scoot up the bed to sit next to Kane with the baby resting against my pulled up legs. He is wide awake, staring at my face. I play
Glenn walks back into the living room about fifteen minutes later, his face giving away the whole story. “He doesn’t have answers either?”“No, but he’s tackling his library.”“I still say we have to go over there and just ask her,” I say.“I agree,” Tully pipes up. I smile at her and nod.“She won’t tell you,” Glenn says. “Or she may not even know herself.”It doesn't matter. This whole conversation is pointless. I already decided that I'm going to talk to her, and I plan on following through. "We're going anyway." I glance at my watch. “Where is the wet nurse?”“She said she’d be twenty minutes,” Glenn answers“It’s been an hour.”He curses. “I’ll go see what’s keeping her.”I don’t want her here, but I don’t know how long it will take me to find the answers I need, and the longer we wait, the longer Kane suffers, and the stronger the bond between him and Dani becomes. “How are you adjusting?” I ask Tully while we wait for Glenn to come back. I want to talk about something, anything
Kane's POVThe fever wakes me I don’t know how many hours later. I can smell a guard right outside my door, and someone, I’m guessing Willow, opened the window to let the cold night air blow over me. I can barely breathe, and my heart feels like it’s pulsing in my cock.I fall off the bed and crawl to the bathroom, where I fill the tub with cold water and roll into it. Holding my breath, I sink my whole body into the freezing water, biting back a scream as the ice folds around me.It helps, but doesn’t do the job as well as it did earlier. I come up for air, and lie back, ignoring the urge to get out of the tub so I can escape the cold. At least it numbs my body, and I can barely feel the hard-on that refuses to let up despite the icy water.I will not touch myself below the waist. Dani will feel it, there’s no way she wouldn’t, and I refuse to give her that kind of satisfaction. I’d rather see my cock rot off than give in to any physical desire for her.Such is the pull of her heat t
We drive up to a large building I’ve never seen before, not that I’ve had much time to explore the castle’s grounds, but you’d think a double-storey mansion would be more difficult to hide. The whole place is fenced in behind a row of trees, and female guards patrol the perimeter of the mansion’s grounds. “Lots of security for a bunch of women and children,” I say. “Hm,” Glenn grunts. “It’s a somewhat arcane set-up…but back in the day, before we outlawed rape, widowed she-wolves needed protection from the young males. They have no mates, and they are not virgins anymore, so the unmated males used to see them as free game.” “That has changed, I trust?” “Oh yes. Decades ago when Kane’s grandfather put a stop to it, but some of the old traditions and ways of life stuck. It helps, the routine and the laws, it keeps the order.” “I know, Kane told me.” No one tries to stop us as we get out of the car and walk up to the large front door. “The she-wolf in charge is called Mistress Elsa. S
Kane’s POV I steer clear of the widow’s hostel, knowing that if I’m alone with Dani now, I won’t be able to stop myself. Though I don’t feel sick anymore, she’s pulling me in like a siren, trying to force me to go to her – and I don’t know if it’s her or the heat doing it. Probably a little of both. I run to our place of worship. The place I want to bring Willow tomorrow. It’s ancient and remained untouched for centuries. I run into the clearing, a perfect circle surrounded by the runes of our Goddess. We lost the ability to read the writing on the old standing stones, but we can still feel her here, her power and magnificence. Nothing grows in the circle except grass, and on the very edge of the clearing, a little purple flower that doesn’t grow anywhere else on the property, and never dies. We call them The Goddess Garland, and when we bring a new wolf into the light, the she-wolves will fashion a crown from the flowers and their stems for the new wolf. We believe the mysterious l