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 Iโd ever get tired of sexโฆespecially not sex with Willow. But I am well and truly fed up with it all. Iโm achy, Iโm hungry, Iโm 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 weโre not quite out of the woods yet. My cock jumps to attention and my pulse quickens. โOh gods, no,โ Willow groans. โCanโt you just help yourself? Sniff me all you like, but just donโt touch me.โ Itโs not an order. She hasnโt been able to give me an order since yesterday afternoon, but I hadnโt needed them. After our first night of frenzied fucking, I gained control over Dario and itโs been smooth sailing ever since. Apart from the insatiable need to mate every few hours. โDonโt worry. Just because I have an erection, doesnโt mean I want to use it. I think Iโll die of dehydration if I ejaculate one more
Iโve never cried like that before. Donโt get me wrong, Iโve shed tears over the years, sometimes itโs 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 havenโt done that since I was a little girl. I cry until I fell asleep, and when I wake up, itโs morning again. Kane is gone. He left food and a note that heโll be back in time for dinner. I have no idea where he went this timeโฆI know Iโll 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 havenโt eaten in two days, I eat the food Kane left in the microwave, even though Iโm not very hungry. I feel okay. I think the heat has passed, so I take a chance and leave the apartment. I didnโt take two steps before two female guards join me. โUh, whatโs going on?โ I ask. โWe are your guard, your majesty.โ โ
I spend most of the day exploring the castle. As far as I go, wolves stop when they see my approach and bow until I have passed. An hour later, I barely notice it anymore. I stop in front of a large painting taking up half the wall. It tells a story of hate and fear. On one side, humans are marching through a forest towards a werewolf settlement with torches and pitchforks in hand. Itโs a horror story waiting to unfold, but the beauty of the work draws me in, the minute details the artist included. The humans on one side, mothers clutching their babies, terrified. The werewolves on the other, the mothers clutching their babies, equally terrified. It depicts the similarities between the two enemies and the dichotomy superficial differences can cause. โExcuse me, your majesty?โ one of the guards asks. โYes?โ I mutter, still staring at the painting. โItโs time for you to head back to your apartments.โ โWhy?โ โOn Wednesdays, the king dines with hi
Kaneโs POV: I drag Bryce out to the courtyard, listening to Willow running to keep up with us. I donโt slow down for her. I canโt. She has to show that sheโs just as capable of doing everyday things as the rest of us. Carl and Glenn are already waiting for us, the other three traitors on their knees, hands bound behind their backs with silver. I shove Bryce in their direction. To his credit, he doesnโt stumble and fall. Glenn cuffs him and pushes him down to his knees. The gathered Gammas stare at them, some with condemnation, others with hate, a few in sympathy. I have to hide my anger and regret from them. Bryce is one of my best Gammas and I donโt want to kill him, but if I donโt, the others will question my authority and judgment. Itโs an awful Catch-22 situation. โGood afternoon,โ I say. The Gammas go quiet and sink to one knee, their heads bowed. โYou have been called to judge these wolves for their crimes.โ I stand to the side so the G
Kane's POV I summon an Omega, give him instructions to take Bryceโs mate, Maria, straight to Charmaine, then turn back to Willow. โLetโs go have some supper,โ I say. The expression of horror on her face amuses me. โHow can you even think about eating after everything thatโs happened?โ I shrug, take her hand, and start to walk with her in the direction of the family dining room. โIโm a werewolf. Iโm always thinking about food.โ โYes, but--โ โWillow, this shit happens all the time. Thereโs always a wolf plotting to kill one of us. Most of them donโt follow through, but when we catch themโฆlife goes on, we canโt come to a grinding halt and brood about it. Weโll never get anything done.โ I can see and feel the shock my words cause. โAll the time?โ โYes,โ I chuckle. โItโs not as scary as it sounds. Iโm their king. I can order them to stop whenever they try to do somethingโฆso can you. You have the power. Surely, you h
I didn’t say anything when Kane exchanged the wine next to my plate for water. At first, it surprised me because I hardly touched the alcohol, and I hadn’t planned to drink more than a few sips. It was the way he did it -- not asking, not trusting me, just taking the wine away and putting the water in its place, like he disapproved of me drinking and decided I’m not allowed anything he doesn’t approve of that enraged me. And the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.It was very clear to me that I couldn’t question him or challenge him in front of his family because it would anger him and upset his family. No one questions the king. Not out loud anyway.At that moment, it didn’t occur to me that he had never gotten angry at me when I questioned him, he barely even showed anger when I challenged him. In fact, the only time I’ve ever seen real anger from him was when I put myself in danger, but in my irrational moment of
Kane's POV: I have half a mind to drag my father out here and get his sentencing over and done while Iโm at it, but his case is different. He was a king once, and the process is different with him. He wonโt be judged by my Gammas, but by pack Alphas โ theyโre the ones he deceived. โGlenn,โ I summon my chancellor over while the Gammas assemble. โDo you want to kill one of them?โ โOne? Iโll kill all of them. Judithโs been unburdening herself to me.โ Heโs red with rage, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he speaks. โThey already had the poison. A whole vial of concentrated Wolfsbane. They planned on slipping it to her while she was hanging out with Charmaine.โ โHow?โ โJudith says they applied to join the royal guard.โ I havenโt seen the application yet, but Iโm sure itโs somewhere mixed in with the paperwork piling up on my desk. โAnd she thought that would give one of them a gap to slip her the poison?โ โI suppose so. Goddess, Kane, they even wrapped the vial in one of Charma
Kaneโs POV Hissing, I press a wet towel to the deep wound on my side. I allowed Bryce to attack me, wanted to get myself good and worked up, and he took out a bigger chunk of flesh than I expected. Martin took his chance at that exact moment and came up from behind, his teeth tearing through my hip and hind leg. He didnโt do any real damage though, and I barely felt it. I look down at the wound on my leg. Itโs not bleeding anymore and is starting to close, so I turn my attention back to the one high up on my side. He missed my ribs and vital organs by millimetres. I rinse the towel and wipe the seeping blood off my skin. Fuck, that was a stupid thing to do. The taste of my blood emboldened Bryce, and he attacked me like a deranged animal. Both Martin and Bryce had given their wolves free rein, and neither of them planned on backing down. I let Dario go, setting him loose on my two opponents, and by the time I came back to reality, no
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 sonโs 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 heโs sure heโll love numbers nine and ten just as much, but itโs getting difficult to keep up with all the pups. They are exhausting. For a time, he was sure that theyโd 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
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Kane's POV I wasnโt 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 Silkeโs 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 vรถlvaโs 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. โNo Queen,โ she says. โThatโs how they learn. They wonโt hurt each other.โ โAre you sure?โ โIโve seen them play this game a hundred times. Iโm sure.โ Dammit. My throat burns and I have to fight against the tears. Iโm so happy that my son is home, but Iโve missed so much. He is the size of an average three-year-old and when I talk to him, I sometimes forget that heโs 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 โMama! Look!โ Adare squeals and tackles Roland to the ground. โGood job, buddy,โ Kane says behind me. I look over my shoulder at my mate. โYouโre back early.โ โYes. Peace talks broke down.โ โWhy?โ โClement wants my humans.โ โI thought
Kane rolls over to my side and pulls me into his embrace. I donโt even bother to open my eyes. Itโs been a wild few days. โOh Goddess, no,โ I complain. โHavenโt you had enough?โ He laughs breezily in my ear. โNeverโฆbut for now, yes.โ He flutters kisses over my jaw and neck. โHow do you feel?โ โLike I got run over by a penis-shaped bulldozer.โ โHey, you wanted it.โ I finally manage to drag my eyelids apart. โI did.โ I smile at my impressive mate. โThe first two days were great.โ โI know.โ He rolls away and swings his legs off the bed. โThe last day always feels more like a punishment than pleasure.โ I turn over onto my side and stare at his broad back, the strong muscles flexing under his skin. โNo regrets though, right?โ He looks over his shoulder at me. โNone.โ He gets up and stretches, scratching his ass as he walks to the bathroom. A minute later, I hear him open the tap. We donโt have electricity yet, but Iโm not so sure I miss it. Life is kind of peaceful without the cons
Kaneโs POV I sit on the couch in the dark living room, watching the glowing embers in the fireplace, trying to ignore the call of Willowโs heat and the fever that's trying to consume me. I'd go to her, but she's still asleep. tโs not time, she canโt feel it yet, but she will in another few hours. I should be sleeping, prepare myself properly this time, but I canโt switch my milling thoughts tumbling through my head off long enough so I can go to sleep. Iโve already sent orders out to bring the power stations back online and ordered our army to stand its ground. Thereโs 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 โ not becaus
Kaneโs POV For the next few hours, we talk about the meeting with Clement, the future, and a whole lot of nothing. Thereโs 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. โThatโs it,โ I say and get up, stretching my too-tight muscles. โWeโre taking the week off. I don't know about you, but I've had enough of war to last me a lifetime.โ โShall I collect Adare?โ Zael asks on our way out. โNot yet. I donโtโฆWillow thinks heโll be safe here, but I want to make sure.โ โIf what she said about The Goddess is true, sheโs probably right. She hasnโt been wrong so far, has she?โ I scrunch up my face and rub my forehead. โI donโt know. I canโt think straight anymore.โ Zael nods. โI know the feeling.โ โDid you get any retaliation over the Raymond thing?โ โOf course I did.โ โAnd?โ โAnd nothing. I handled it...it won't come back to you.โ โDo you think this war is over?โ
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 otherโs 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 Iโm 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