Kane's POV: I smell her before I hear her. The stench of burning hair and flesh hangs heavy in the air. And I know it’s her I’m smelling. My stomach clenches with nausea. Dario growls loudly. There will be no stopping him today. I run down the hallway, her faint mewling sounds shattering my sanity to pieces. I kick her door open and freeze in shock. She’s curled up in a tight little bundle, her legs and arms bend at unnatural angles around her body, fingers pulled into claws. Barely breathing, she’s nothing but a raw, open wound. Her skin sizzles and turns black before my eyes. Oh Goddess, fuck. I’ve never seen anything like it. How can she endure all this pain and still be alive? There’s nothing I can do. No way I can ease her suffering. I bite back a cry of agony and walk backward out of the room, going straight to Lady Blaire. I don’t bother to knock. She’s sitting on the bed, her fingers digging into the mattress, tears streaming down her face. “Is this not against your laws?”
Kane's POV: “You killed Daniel Jones?” Glenn asks. “Uh-huh.” My chancellor goes a funny pale-green colour. “You killed Daniel fucking Jones?” “Yes,” I say, annoyed. “Where’s Willow?” “My bedroom.” “Goddess, Kane. His coven is on the way. Forget Moon Flower and Vickus. Crystal Rose is gonna throw everything they have at us when they find out.” “I had Lady Blaire’s blessing. She asked me to do it.” “Fuuuuck,” he exhales and sinks to the couch. “I had to do it. He was…” I can’t actually bring myself to say what he did while he tortured my mate. “The things he did to her, Glenn. I have no words.” “That bad, huh?” “Hm. And I felt it. Her pain--” I shudder --“I don’t know how she made it this far in life, I really don’t.” “Okay--” he runs his hands through his hair --“I just hope Lady Blaire runs interference…you know witches can be devious shits.” I nod. “I’m more worried about my father.” Glenn waves his hand in the air. “He won’t care…he’ll be ecstatic that you killed one o
I wake from a nightmare, my fist jammed in my mouth so I won’t scream. Something I used to do when I was small so no one would hear me cry. The room is dark, but it doesn’t scare me as much as it did before. I have wolf vision now and can see everything just as clearly as I would have if the lights were on. “Are you okay?” Charmaine asks from the bedroom door. “Yes,” I croak through dry lips and drag myself into a sitting position. Usually, after a torture session that severe, I’d hurt for days afterward, but I feel okay. Almost normal. I don’t know if my wolf healed me, or if it has something to do with sleeping in Kane’s arms. “Both,” Suri answers helpfully. “Our mate stayed with us all day.” “Yeah, he’s a good one.” Gods I stink. Like rotten meat and onions. “I need a shower,” I say aloud. “Yeah,” Charmaine agrees. “Do that, then come watch a movie with me or something. We’ll have a proper girl’s night. Does Kane have wine up here?” “I have no idea.” I smile. “But there’s usu
Several more bottles of wine, and a very drunken me later, we stumble to bed. I sit on my knees, looking at Kane undress, and get ready for bed. Maybe it’s the wine, or maybe it’s just knowing that tonight I can sleep free of fear, but I’m back to being horny. He catches my eyes on him and gives me a smile. “Forget it, you’re drunk.” “Yeah so?” “I’m a lecherous asshole, but I’m not ‘mess with drunk she-wolves’ bad.” “I’m your mate.” “I don’t care. Come on--” he pats the bed --“get in drinky smurf.” I start laughing and crawl under the covers. He turns on his side, his hand tucked under his head, staring at me with sleepy eyes. Gods, he’s beautiful. “Thank you,” I say. “For what?” “Killing him. I couldn’t do it.” “Of course not, he was your father.” “It’s awful, I know, but I’m glad he’s dead.” “It’s okay. He wasn’t a good guy.” “He was a monster.” “I thought I’m the monster.” I did say that – more than once. “No, you’re a good man. Better than most.” He yawns, his eyes cl
Kane’s POV: We eat breakfast in relative silence. Willow is nervous and occupied with her own thoughts. “You have to go back to the witches today,” I say, more to break the silence than anything else. “I know. I don’t want to.” “You are their next high priestess, they will look up to you. They need you.” “I don’t want it. I don’t want to be their high-priestess.” I almost drop my fork in surprise. Three days ago, she ran out of here like a bat out of hell, now she doesn’t want to go back. The woman’s giving me whiplash. “What you want is not important. What you have to do is.” “What have they ever done for me? Honestly now, Kane? Lady Blaire heard my father torturing me, she felt my pain, and she did nothing.” “What about the fledglings?” What am I doing? Why am I trying to convince her to go back, when all I wanted these last few weeks was to keep her here? “You said you can change things for them.” Stop it Kane, fuck. She’s here. Now. And she’s finally willing to stay. “You ha
Kane’s POV: A lot of things make sense now. I’m pretty sure my father only installed me as king so he could feign ignorance when his fraud was revealed. We found a bank account in my name, with money from there funnelled into shell companies, and then to an off-shore account, from that account it goes to Patrick’s trust fund, which my father administered, another fake company account, and his elders. And that was just what I could find with very little effort. There’s so much more, and the one thing I know for sure is that it all points back to me. “Goddess, this is sophisticated,” Jackson says, looking over the files. Glenn stands against the wall, his hands jammed in his pockets, a sure sign that he’s agitated. He doesn’t trust Jackson, but I do. My witch senses are developing, and I’m not in the least bit concerned. “Is there a way we can prove it’s him?” “Yeah. I am a forensic accountant. I’ll unravel this for you. It will take a while though.” “Thanks, Alpha. Get cracking. Se
Now that I see him up close, I can tell that he’s not my father. His nose is different, his lips are fuller, and he has my mother’s ears, not my father’s. “Willow?” he asks, looking uncertain. You’d think a man approaching his two-hundredth birthday would be less bashful. “Are you okay?” “Yes--” I shake my head --“I’m just…flabbergasted, that’s a good word, let’s go with that.” He laughs softly, and my blood runs cold. He sounds just like my father when he laughs. “Imagine my shock when Lady Blaire phoned and asked me if I’m interested in becoming the new coven master.” “Why you?” He shrugs. “I suppose the others didn’t want the job.” “How many youth spells have you cast over the years?” It always bothers me when I meet a witch that cast youth spells. Aunt Mildred did it too, but stopped when she was ejected. “Three times. You've never done it?” “No. And I never will. I promised Kane.” “Hm,” he grunts. “Because of the baby blood? I told him you don’t need to kill the baby – we
I lean against a tree, watching Kane laugh as he folds his hand around a metal mug, and sips on the hot coffee. He looks happy and relaxed, and I feel a tug of envy. The witches don’t have the same friendship and camaraderie as the wolves. There’s no warmth, no love. We are suspicious of each other, treating our coven members with cold indifference. When Kane said march, he really meant march. The wolves shifted outside the palace and ran in the direction of the forests, towards the human town. Splitting off into squads so they could cover more ground. Each squad took a handful of witches with them, following the wolves in SUVs. Tonight, we’ll sleep under the stars. There are no tents, no sleeping bags, nothing, just the basic supplies of food, water, and clothes for the wolves. Kane and I agreed to keep up the charade for now. It’s been difficult enough for the wolves to accept the coven’s presence -- they’re not yet ready to hear their new queen is a witch-
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