Kane’s POV:
“I have no idea what we’re going to do, Willow,” I say, running my fingers up and down her arm. “I still don’t see a way how we can make this work…fuck--” I push her away from me and sit up --“I’m…we’re really screwed. I did the one thing I said I wouldn’t do.”
“Marked me?”
“Yes, that…and now I have to hide you--” I run my hand through my hair –“I know of other wolves that did something similar…I always ridiculed them, and now I’m in the same boat.”
I am confused and terrified. Confused, because her marked stuck, terrified, because I know if my father finds out about her, he’ll kill her on the spot…not even to mention what Daniel Jones will do to me…and Willow for that matter.
“So nothing’s changed,” she says. “No one can know? We can’t be together…not really.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll figure it out.”
“We’ll figure it out,” she corrects me.
I smile and am about to ans
The whole day I feel restless, pacing around the cabin, then the garden, then back into the cabin. I’m irritated and uncomfortable with myself, crawling in my own skin. I eat without tasting the food, my mind constantly on Kane, then the push from my father, trying to catch me unawares so I will tell him where I am. Every so often, a wave of sadness hits me, but I recognise it for what it is. Kane. It’s faint, but I can feel some of his emotions bleeding through. I am still unreasonably jealous of the dead she-wolf. I try to shake it off, but can’t. Maybe when he stops talking about her, it will pass. “Willow,” someone calls from outside. Agatha. Readying myself for a magical fight, I step outside to confront the old woman. “What do you want?” “You completed the spell,” she says, giving me a big grin. “Yes, but you couldn’t harvest the energy.” “It’s all right…we have what we need.” “I’m not going to war with Moon Flowe
Kane's POV:I stare at the broken front door, the grin nearly wrapping right around my head. I remember the first time I shifted. The fear as the pain thundered through my body, quickly replaced by the excitement as the power coursed through my veins. I was twelve though, young even for a Lycan, she is older and perhaps less enthralled by the process.I step over the broken front door, turn to my immediate right, and step over that door. Wearing only one of my t-shirts and a pair of panties, Willow lies on her back, one arm behind her head, the other resting on her belly. She looks so peaceful, perhaps for the first time since I met her, that I don’t have the heart to wake her.I pull off my boots and softly slither into bed with her. Immediately, her eyes snap open. “Kane?” she asks.Hm, I’ll have to get used to the fact that she’s a werewolf now, with keener senses. “Morning,” I ki
Kane's POV:“What could you possibly need from me?” my mother asks, cold as always.I don’t have it in me to play her games today. “Does father know you’re a witch?”My mother goes quiet. Just when I think she’s not going to answer, she asks, “How did you find out?”“I met your grandmother.”“She’s still alive?”This is the longest conversation my mother and I have ever had. “Yes. She lives in the forest by my cabin.”“She was always kind to me. I used to hide from my father in that cabin. She cast the repelling spell, so he couldn’t follow me.”That explains a whole lot. “I can cross the boundary.”She goes quiet again. I wait for her to say something. “I know. I took you to your grandmother, and she cast a spell to hide your magic…even from yourself. S
I walk through the empty living room, sniffing the air. A she-wolf was here while I was asleep. Her scent alone immediately raises my hackles. How dare Kane entertain other females here while I’m sleeping in the next room? My anger does nothing good for my splitting headache. I follow his scent out back. He’s sitting on a camping chair, staring at the fire, long legs outstretched, feet resting on a log, a beer dangling from his fingers. I’ve never seen him so relaxed, and almost immediately, my heart shoots into my throat and my mouth goes dry. Gods, he’s magnificent. Why did I never notice just how breathtaking he really is? “Good evening, sleepyhead,” he says without turning around. “How are you feeling?” “Who was here?” I ask, ignoring his friendly tone. “My mother.” I relax. “I thought the two of you don’t talk.” “We do now.” He looks over his shoulder at me. “How’s your head?” “It’s killing me. What happened?” He r
I always thought the hereafter is a place where you get to reunite with the people you loved, spending your eternity in their company. I was wrong. It’s nothing like that. It’s not bad, just not what I expected.As it turns out, the afterlife is a strange place. There’s nothing here. Just endless white and this warm, comforting light. I’ve never known peace like it. I don’t even care that I’m all alone.“Willow?”No! He followed me here? How is that possible. Why can’t my father just leave me alone? I’m dead. Why won’t he let me rest in peace?But it doesn’t matter. He can’t hurt me here.A dark shape looms in the bright light – nothing but a hulking shadow making its way towards me. The sense of peace flutters away, replaced by abject terror. Even in here, he’ll find ways to hurt me, I know it.However, it’s not my father coming towards me. It&rs
Kane's POV:“Have you lost your damn mind?” I ask, staring at her in total disbelief.“No, but you know it’s the truth. He will not stop.”“You can’t go back,” I roar. “He’ll kill you, Willow.”“He said he won’t.”“You talked to him?” I was getting angrier by the second. First, she lost her shit over Dani, something I have no control over, now this. What is she trying to do? “Why did you do that?”“I thought if I did…he’d stop or--” she shakes her head --“I never learn.” She buries her face in her hands and starts crying, her tiny shoulders shaking.My heart softens and I pull her into my arms. “Come on, don’t cry. We’ll figure it out.”She puts her hands against my chest and roughly shoves me away, nearly knocking
Kane's POV: I startle awake, the sweat dripping down my body, my heart pounding so loudly that I can hear the blood rushing through my veins. The nightmare that woke me flutters away. All I remember is Daniel Jones’s grinning face, the evil green eyes, blood dripping down his body. Willow’s blood. Goddess. Fuck. I rub my face like I’m trying to wash the nightmare away, then glance at my mate. She’s lying with her back to me, still asleep. I lower my feet to the floor, and sit with my head in my hands, trying to erase the memory of that face from my mind. I hear Willow wake up, and feel her roll over towards me, but I don’t acknowledge her until her arms snake around my neck, and she rests her cheek on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” I wrap my fingers around her wrist. “Just a nightmare.” She kisses my shoulder, her lips floating up my neck to my jaw. I’ve avoided making love to her because it will make our parting tomorrow so muc
I snuck away without waking Kane. The only way I could do that was by casting a sleeping spell, one that very nearly put both Kane and his wolf in a coma. I had to do it – for both our sake. I knew when he woke up, he’d talk me out of it, and I’d have given in because I didn’t want to leave him. When I reached the dirt road, I realised that he would pick up my scent within seconds, so I cloaked myself and set off in the direction of gods knew where. All I had to do was to get out of Kane’s territory, and as soon as I crossed the boundary and started smelling more humans than werewolves, I cast a powerful location spell – not because I was looking for someone, but because I wanted the spell trackers to find me. I sat on a rock by the side of the road, watching the sunrise, hoping my father would find me before Kane did. Two hours later, a car stopped next to me. I didn’t know the witches that came to get me, but it didn’t matter – they knew me. The only question that remained was est
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