We make it back in time for lunch. Erica was difficult the whole way and constantly wanted to stop so she ‘could stretch her legs’ as she kept putting it. Patrick refused, only stopping twice so we could make a quick run to the toilet. I didn’t know why he was in such a hurry, but once he sniffed the air in the car and grimaced at Mina. She smiled and shrugged, while Erica mumbled something about my indecency.I was uncomfortable the whole way, feeling trapped in my own skin, and I missed Kane with a ferocious intensity that threatened to swallow me alive. I’ve spent time away from him before, but I’ve never missed him like this. Never had this insatiable need to be with him until today.Finally, Patrick pulled into the spacious garage and opened my door. “Run to your apartment. Quickly,” he says.“What?” I frown. “Why?”He gives Mina an incredulous look. “You’re about to go in
Kane's POVI rush from the apartment, the blood pumping through my veins, my heart hammering in my chest. Glenn told me before that he can feel when Charmaine is about to go in heat. He told me how uncomfortable he felt, the strange crawling sensation under his skin, the insatiable need to couple with his mate. At the time, I thought he was taking the piss, but now that I’m feeling it, I don’t think it’s that funny.For Willow, it will be much worse in a few hours. She’ll be half out of her mind with sheer lust. She doesn’t have a mother or the guidance of an older she-wolf to help her through it. To explain it to her, and teach her how to manage her instincts. At least Mina told her about the basics.Richard and Glenn are waiting for me in my office. I nod at them as I enter and take my usual place on the edge of my desk. I summoned the Alpha to my kingdom yesterday, not knowing that only a few hours later, I&rsquo
Kane's POV:One moment, I am on the opposite side of the living room, the next Willow walks in and I have her pinned to the wall. Breathing heavily, I’m pushing my hard erection into her soft belly, while my hands are all over her. Dario is so close to the surface, that I can almost feel my skin giving way to make room for him. “Stop me,” I growl. “He’ll only listen to you.”“What if I don’t want to stop you?” she asks in that cheeky way she has.“Please. I have very little control. I don’t want to hurt you.”“Stop,” she says.My muscles let go, Dario retreats, and I can breathe a little easier. “Thank you,” I say and take a step back, trying my best to get myself under control again.“I don’t understand…if I’m willing, why are you so worried?”“When you are in heat…you have to co
It’s a rough night. Kane keeps rolling over to my side of the bed, losing his mind and groping at me, trying to be with me. And every time he does, he shakes himself out of it and asks me to stop him. And as the night wears on, I’m becoming more and more reluctant to do it.The physical sensations caused by the heat are nearly unbearable, but it doesn’t cloud my mind like it does Kane’s. It’s becoming almost painful to deny him now. My muscles ache and throb, my skin is on fire, and the constant arousal that was merely annoying earlier is now an intense, pulsating need.Sometime during the night, I wake up with Kane lying flush against me, his face in my neck, breath racing past his lips as he growls and begs me to stop him. “Why?” I ask. “Why do you want to stop? You are in pain.”He’s out of his mind, delirious, scratching at his own body like he’s trying to tear his own skin off, but there is a
Kane is already up and busy in the kitchen by the time I wake up. For a few minutes, I just listen to him banging the pots and pans before I try to sit up. Groaning softly, I stretch my arms. My whole body aches, but despite the fact that I’m hurting, I want him again. “Fuck’s sake,” I moan and kick the covers off me. I’m boiling.I find a t-shirt and go to the kitchen where my mate is singing softly to himself while he’s frying up bacon in one pan and sausages in the other. He has an amazing voice – soothing. I would happily just sit here and listen to him sing all day. He looks up and smiles at me. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”He looks fantastic, dressed in a long-sleeved t-shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and a pair of jeans, his tousled, wet hair softening the sharp edges of his face. My body responds immediately, but just like last night, my mind becomes sharper, clearer. It’s
Kane’s POV:I leave Willow to sleep. She is exhausted, while I’m filled with a strange, jittery kind of energy. I’d love to go outside and run it off, but I don’t want to leave her alone.At one point, when we took a break, she told me how clear her mind becomes when I touch her. She’s not reacting like other she-wolves. From what I’ve read and heard over the years, she-wolves go nearly insane with the need to mate. They react very much in the same way I reacted, although they’ll always stay in control during the deed, whereas the males usually can’t.But she kept her promise all the way through. She forced me to stay in control. The only time I lost it a little bit was when I came – and even then, I had much more control than I usually have. It’s a strange new development for me. Every male wolf I know loses control when his orgasm approaches.I thought it would take away some o
Kane's POV: I never thought I’d ever get tired of sex…especially not sex with Willow. But I am well and truly fed up with it all. I’m achy, I’m hungry, I’m tired, and I swear my balls have shriveled up to the size of raisins. Thank Goddess this only happens every six months. I roll over to Willow and nuzzle her neck. Her heat is waning, but we’re not quite out of the woods yet. My cock jumps to attention and my pulse quickens. “Oh gods, no,” Willow groans. “Can’t you just help yourself? Sniff me all you like, but just don’t touch me.” It’s not an order. She hasn’t been able to give me an order since yesterday afternoon, but I hadn’t needed them. After our first night of frenzied fucking, I gained control over Dario and it’s been smooth sailing ever since. Apart from the insatiable need to mate every few hours. “Don’t worry. Just because I have an erection, doesn’t mean I want to use it. I think I’ll die of dehydration if I ejaculate one more
I’ve never cried like that before. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve shed tears over the years, sometimes it’s difficult to keep it all in. But letting go and crying until my throat is raw, my head aches and I can barely breathe? I haven’t done that since I was a little girl. I cry until I fell asleep, and when I wake up, it’s morning again. Kane is gone. He left food and a note that he’ll be back in time for dinner. I have no idea where he went this time…I know I’ll have to get used to it, he is a king after all, and from what Mina told me, the CEO of a hugely successful company, but it feels weird to be alone after the last three days. I go through my usual routines, and because I haven’t eaten in two days, I eat the food Kane left in the microwave, even though I’m not very hungry. I feel okay. I think the heat has passed, so I take a chance and leave the apartment. I didn’t take two steps before two female guards join me. “Uh, what’s going on?” I ask. “We are your guard, your majesty.” “
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