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
I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to see the look in Kane’s eyes or hear the desire in his voice, but I can’t leave. He’d never abandoned me. No matter what I’ve done, no matter what I’ll do in the future, he’ll never leave me. I have to be there for him, even if it hurts. He pulls me back against him like a shield. His erection pushing into the small of my back. I understand what he’s trying to do, he’s been doing it all night. It kills me that Dani’s the one having this kind of effect on him, but I don’t move. Not just for him, but for me. I’d go out of my mind if she saw his desire for her. “You are my mate,” Dani insists, her feverish eyes never leaving his face. “I can feel it.” “Hm no, you are wishing the bond back into existence,” Kane says. “I hate you, do you understand. I can’t stand the sight of you.” “Your mother…she said I was in danger…” she starts rambling. “Stop lying,” he snaps, cutting her off. “My mother paid you to leave, and you chose the money.” His hand
Kane's POVI lean back on the couch, one arm behind my head, trying not to give in to my broken heart. I didn’t expect it. I thought that I’d feel nothing because I have Willow, but I was wrong. It wasn’t as bad as the first time, but the longing and pain caused by the broken bond is unmistakable.I hear my mate in the bedroom, singing to our son while she nurses him, and concentrate on that, on my love for them and her love for me. It was her love that broke Dani’s hold over me, when she stood by my side, refusing to leave even though it hurt her to be a part of it. She never wavered, never doubted me. Maybe her love and trust will help me heal again.I’m aware of Willow walking towards me, but don’t open my eyes to look at her. “It still hurts, huh?”“Yes. But it’s not like the first time. I don’t feel like I want to die.” That part is true enough. I grunt and sit upright, opening my eyes so I can look at her. “I’m sorry…I know this hurts you too.”She shrugs. She hasn’t said a word
Kane’s POVI don’t move from the couch. I can’t. All I can do is lie here and listen to Willow as she bustles about doing Goddess knows only what. She’s all over the place and fucking hyper today – an effect of the approaching full moon no doubt, but I don’t feel any of it right now. I'm sluggish and tired and don't know what to do with myself.I’m aware of her standing in the room with me. Suddenly quiet and unmoving. “Willow? What’s wrong?”“Oh. You’re awake.”“Uh-huh.”“I was wondering…with the full moon tonight and all. What do I do with Adare?”“Mothers usually shift away from the tribe. We have this sort of…nursery thing where you put the pup when you shift, and you stay with them. Males are not allowed, you know, for the pups’ safety.”“You kill babies?”“Nooo.” I groan, open my eyes and turn my head to look at her. She’s sitting on the coffee table, for once without Adare attached to her chest. “But you should know better than anyone that you can lose control of your wolf, and
The rooms in the South wing are magnificent. Despite the dust and debris of years of neglect, the structure is still sound. It’s as if the previous occupants simply up and disappeared, leaving all their belongings behind. All over the place, I find remnants of their life. Crumbling clothes, clunky shoes, a broken porcelain doll. I could spend days in here, just rummaging around, looking at all the history they left behind. I pick an odd black and white photograph up and stare at it. In it, are four people lying on an old-fashioned bed with copper posts – a mother, father, and two children, all of them asleep. “This is weird,” I say and turn the photograph over. “Josiah Madden and family.” “Let me see,” Kane says and holds out his hand. “Oh. They’re all dead. It’s a memento mori.” “A what?” “Back in the Victorian era, having your photograph taken was expensive, so families would only take pictures of their loved ones after they died. Memento mori means, ‘Remember that you must die.
I can feel the fragile peace between us shatter. Kane glares at me, and he doesn’t have to say the words to make his accusation clear. Unconsciously, I take a step away from him, not thinking what it might look like to him when I retreat. Breathlessly, I wait for him to ask the question. “Dammit, Willow,” he sighs and sinks to the couch. “What did you do?”“Nothing.”He doesn’t believe me. “Did you kill her?”“No!” I snap. “Why do you just automatically assume I killed her? It could be anything. Maybe she just went for a nice long walk, you know. She is gone, not dead." I take a deep breath, trying to get myself back under control. "I was here all night. You know that.”“I don’t know!” he hollers. “I was asleep.”Behind me, Adare starts crying. Shooting Kane an ugly look, I turn around and bend over to pick him up. “Don’t shout.” Cradling the baby close, I ask, “Why does it matter one way or the other, really? Why do you care if she’s dead or alive?”Kane scrubs his hands over his fac
We stand outside the circle, waiting for only Kane knows what. He was right, it is bitterly cold tonight, and after twenty minutes of just standing around, my teeth are chattering and my hands have gone numb. “I told you to get proper winter clothes,” Kane says as he shrugs out of his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders. “Look at you. You’re frozen solid.”“T-t-t-t-tuh-ake back your d-d-d-d-du-ham juh-juh-hacket,” I manage to stutter out through my cold-clenched jaw.“Just because you’re angry at me, doesn’t mean you have to freeze to death.”He cups my hands in his and blows warm air onto the solid blocks of ice that used to be my fingers, before vigorously rubbing them back to life. I’m too cold to argue with him. “There, isn’t that better?”“Yes,” I admit, albeit begrudgingly. “Aren’t you cold?”“No.”“Can we shift yet?” I ask hopefully, knowing Suri is much better equipped to handle the sudden drop in temperatures than I am.“Not yet.”“What are we waiting for?”He points to so
Dear readers, I would like to thank each and every one of you for taking the time to read Willow and Kane's story. This has been one of the longest books I've ever written, and when I started out I did not expect it to turn into this epic saga, but I regret nothing. Nothing I tell you :). I fell in love with Willow and Kane, and I am genuinely sad to say goodbye to these two, but unfortunately all stories must come to an end. Thank you for your support througout this wild ride. It means the world to me. I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. Until we meet again. All my love, Celice
Kane Madden, Lycan King of Felan, wakes up to an unearthly racket right outside his bedroom door. Slightly concerned, he glances at his heavily pregnant wife and smiles despite his annoyance at his oldest son’s shenanigans in the hallway. Willow Madden, his mate of fifteen years is heavily pregnant with their second set of twins, two boys this time, and Kane sincerely hopes this is the last time. Goddess knows he loves his children, all eight of them, and he’s sure he’ll love numbers nine and ten just as much, but it’s getting difficult to keep up with all the pups. They are exhausting. For a time, he was sure that they’d never have more children, but after one wild afternoon in the forest, Willow did get pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl, as their remarkable son predicted. She named the twins Josiah and Jocelyn, after the previous occupants of their home. Kane thought it was macabre, but Willow insisted, saying they had to honour their ancestors. That would be the same twins wh
It’s a beautiful summer’s day, and the drive up to the cabin is pleasant enough. Kane and I have found a peaceful kind of comfort in each other’s silence, and we rarely need to fill the quiet with inane background chatter. We are content, just being together. I inhale the lovely fresh air, remembering the first time I came here. The night Suri was born, the sheer exhilaration of feeling my wolf come to life...and that was all thanks to Agatha. Dear, sweet Agatha who never found a final resting place because we went to war and in the chaos, we forgot all about her. Our funeral home has since been bombed off the planet, and we just take care of our dead our own way as we'd done during the war. There aren’t that many of us left anyway. The few surviving wolves live here now, and those that refuse to come to safety are dying off – Templars bearing a lingering grudge either murder them, or the wolves yield to their unrelenting urge to join a good war. Kane once told me that wolves had be
Kane's POV I wasn’t sure what would happen in the months and years that followed after we signed the peace treaty, so we went with the tried and tested 'go with the flow' method. For a time, everything went back to normal. Drake and Patrick ran the business, and more and more my little brother took over my duties in the company. Proof, Willow liked to remind me, that Omegas are just as competent as any other wolf. The overseas wolves went home, and as soon as they were sure the threat had really passed, the European wolves followed suit. The only ones that stayed were the humans. I claimed the human town as part of my territory during the peace talks, and the residents now affectionately call it Wolftonia. Leif left, taking his strange sister with him. Only later did we learn that Silke’s time on earth was limited and that she had foreseen her own death long before she ever came here. Unbeknownst to all of us, including Willow, a völva’s dying energy projects outwards, and what we m
Adare runs around the garden with Roland. The two boys growl and stalk each other like prey. My motherly instinct is to jump up and stop them before one of them gets seriously hurt, but Rosie quickly grabs me and pulls me back to my chair. “No Queen,” she says. “That’s how they learn. They won’t hurt each other.” “Are you sure?” “I’ve seen them play this game a hundred times. I’m sure.” Dammit. My throat burns and I have to fight against the tears. I’m so happy that my son is home, but I’ve missed so much. He is the size of an average three-year-old and when I talk to him, I sometimes forget that he’s not even two yet. I choose not the think about it. I choose to focus on the here and now. My family is whole and complete and that's what matters “Mama! Look!” Adare squeals and tackles Roland to the ground. “Good job, buddy,” Kane says behind me. I look over my shoulder at my mate. “You’re back early.” “Yes. Peace talks broke down.” “Why?” “Clement wants my humans.” “I thought
Kane rolls over to my side and pulls me into his embrace. I don’t even bother to open my eyes. It’s been a wild few days. “Oh Goddess, no,” I complain. “Haven’t you had enough?” He laughs breezily in my ear. “Never…but for now, yes.” He flutters kisses over my jaw and neck. “How do you feel?” “Like I got run over by a penis-shaped bulldozer.” “Hey, you wanted it.” I finally manage to drag my eyelids apart. “I did.” I smile at my impressive mate. “The first two days were great.” “I know.” He rolls away and swings his legs off the bed. “The last day always feels more like a punishment than pleasure.” I turn over onto my side and stare at his broad back, the strong muscles flexing under his skin. “No regrets though, right?” He looks over his shoulder at me. “None.” He gets up and stretches, scratching his ass as he walks to the bathroom. A minute later, I hear him open the tap. We don’t have electricity yet, but I’m not so sure I miss it. Life is kind of peaceful without the cons
Kane’s POV I sit on the couch in the dark living room, watching the glowing embers in the fireplace, trying to ignore the call of Willow’s heat and the fever that's trying to consume me. I'd go to her, but she's still asleep. t’s not time, she can’t feel it yet, but she will in another few hours. I should be sleeping, prepare myself properly this time, but I can’t switch my milling thoughts tumbling through my head off long enough so I can go to sleep. I’ve already sent orders out to bring the power stations back online and ordered our army to stand its ground. There’s nothing else to do now but wait for Clement to come back so we can finish up the peace agreement. In the absence of entertainment or imminent danger, the only thing I have to keep myself occupied is my own thoughts, and all I can think about is the possibility that Willow will get pregnant. Here, in the quiet of the night, all by myself, I have to admit the truth. I never want her to get pregnant again – not becaus
Kane’s POV For the next few hours, we talk about the meeting with Clement, the future, and a whole lot of nothing. There’s something comforting in it, just friends having a chat about life, love, and everything in between. I glance at my watch, surprised to see that it was well past midday. “That’s it,” I say and get up, stretching my too-tight muscles. “We’re taking the week off. I don't know about you, but I've had enough of war to last me a lifetime.” “Shall I collect Adare?” Zael asks on our way out. “Not yet. I don’t…Willow thinks he’ll be safe here, but I want to make sure.” “If what she said about The Goddess is true, she’s probably right. She hasn’t been wrong so far, has she?” I scrunch up my face and rub my forehead. “I don’t know. I can’t think straight anymore.” Zael nods. “I know the feeling.” “Did you get any retaliation over the Raymond thing?” “Of course I did.” “And?” “And nothing. I handled it...it won't come back to you.” “Do you think this war is over?”
Kane's POVIt had been weeks since we slept comfortably, and even though we both sort of hinted at passing the night making love, neither of us could actually gather the energy to do more than snuggle down in each other’s arms.For the first time in weeks, perhaps months, I wake with a smile on my face, completely relaxed and almost happy. The only thing I need to complete my joy is my son, and he'll be here soon enough.I stretch languidly, and slip out from under Willow and go to the bathroom to get ready for my meeting with Clement. I hope against all hope that Willow misunderstood The Goddess and that there would be no human war. I hope, and I pray, that Clement would listen to my advice and stop it before it even starts.The castle is freezing, and I’m shivering so much that I cut myself several times while I shave. Rattling like an excited dog, I run back to the bedroom, pull an extra blanket over Willow, then rush to the closet so I can dress in one of my suits and my long, thi