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.” “
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. It’s 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. “Excuse me, your majesty?” one of the guards asks. “Yes?” I mutter, still staring at the painting. “It’s time for you to head back to your apartments.” “Why?” “On Wednesdays, the king dines with hi
Kane’s POV: I drag Bryce out to the courtyard, listening to Willow running to keep up with us. I don’t slow down for her. I can’t. She has to show that she’s 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 doesn’t 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 don’t want to kill him, but if I don’t, the others will question my authority and judgment. It’s an awful Catch-22 situation. “Good afternoon,” I say. The Gammas go quiet and sink to one knee, their heads bowed. “You have been called to judge these wolves for their crimes.” I stand to the side so the G
Kane's POV I summon an Omega, give him instructions to take Bryce’s mate, Maria, straight to Charmaine, then turn back to Willow. “Let’s go have some supper,” I say. The expression of horror on her face amuses me. “How can you even think about eating after everything that’s happened?” I shrug, take her hand, and start to walk with her in the direction of the family dining room. “I’m a werewolf. I’m always thinking about food.” “Yes, but--” “Willow, this shit happens all the time. There’s always a wolf plotting to kill one of us. Most of them don’t follow through, but when we catch them…life goes on, we can’t come to a grinding halt and brood about it. We’ll never get anything done.” I can see and feel the shock my words cause. “All the time?” “Yes,” I chuckle. “It’s not as scary as it sounds. I’m their king. I can order them to stop whenever they try to do something…so 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 I’m at it, but his case is different. He was a king once, and the process is different with him. He won’t be judged by my Gammas, but by pack Alphas – they’re the ones he deceived. “Glenn,” I summon my chancellor over while the Gammas assemble. “Do you want to kill one of them?” “One? I’ll kill all of them. Judith’s been unburdening herself to me.” He’s red with rage, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he speaks. “They already had the poison. A whole vial of concentrated Wolfsbane. They planned on slipping it to her while she was hanging out with Charmaine.” “How?” “Judith says they applied to join the royal guard.” I haven’t seen the application yet, but I’m sure it’s somewhere mixed in with the paperwork piling up on my desk. “And she thought that would give one of them a gap to slip her the poison?” “I suppose so. Goddess, Kane, they even wrapped the vial in one of Charma
Kane’s 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 didn’t do any real damage though, and I barely felt it. I look down at the wound on my leg. It’s 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
Kane moans loudly and sinks to the bed. Breathing heavily, and refusing my help, he lifts his legs on the mattress and lies back against the mountain of pillows I stacked up against the headboard. The scent of the Yarrow and Witch Hazel mixing in with his blood hangs heavy in the air. I try not to scrunch up my nose as I get on the bed, but my revulsion is impossible to hide. “Sorry,” he says. “I know it smells bad.”“It’s fine. I’m used to it.”“Are you?”“Of course…we used it all the time back at the coven to treat injuries.”“Why didn’t you just use magic?”I don’t like remembering the coven and my days there. “My father didn’t always allow it. Sometimes, he wanted the wounds to scar, so we’d…remember.”“Is that why you have scars?”“Yes.” I take a deep breath, trying to get m
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
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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
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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