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
“Willow,” Kane says in my ear. “Time to wake up, love, you need to eat.”I groan and try to open my eyes, but they refuse to budge. I’m achy, and exhausted. Am I getting sick? “Not yet,” I moan. “I just fell asleep.”He laughs softly, and I feel the bed undulate under me as he sits down and brushes his lips over my bare shoulder. “It’s seven p.m. … you’ve slept all day. Come on, sit up, eat, and then you can go back to sleep.”My eyes fly open. “I slept all day? Charmaine is going to kill me!”“No. I talked to her when she was here earlier. How do you feel?”I groan and turn onto my back. Everything hurts from lying down so long. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner?”He just shrugs. “You need the rest. But you also need to eat.”“Okay,” I try to swing my legs off the bed, but Kane gently pus
I wake to the sound of Kane talking angrily to someone in the living room. Either my senses are improving on their own, or the pregnancy is making me more sensitive, but I can hear every word, whereas just a few days ago I couldn’t hear his conversation with Glenn. “What are you doing here?” he asks. His voice is calm, but I can feel his anger radiating out toward me.I can imagine him, the way the muscles in his jaws clench, arms crossed over his chest to hide his fists. “I’m sorry to disturb you king, but the doctor dismissed me today.” A she-wolf. Another female in my house. A low rumble starts up in my chest.“Then go home. No one’s allowed in my apartment without permission. Least of all a she-wolf that planned to kill me.”“I never planned to kill you, king. I just followed my mate’s orders. I don’t know what to do. You said…” I don’t hear the rest of the she-wolf&rs
Kane's POV: Dragging myself away from Willow borders on painful. Most males will spend the first week with their mates in confinement, but with everything going on, I don’t have that luxury. I can’t risk a she-wolf up here to guard her, so I have to call on Carl again. He accepts the order, but I can tell he’s annoyed. He’s not guard material – his heart is outside with his squad. “I’m sorry about this,” I say while I finish my coffee. “But I don’t trust anyone else.” Despite his irritation, his chest puffs out and he stands a few inches taller. “It’s not a problem, king.” “It is…and I know what an imposition this is for you.” Most Gammas I know dream of the day that they’re promoted to the royal guard, but Carl is happy being a squad leader. I have several young Gammas in need of squads, but I already decided that no one would get Carl’s until he willingly retires. “It’s just a few days, king. It’s no imposition at all.”
Kane's POV:While I wait for Charmaine, I drag the growing stack of paperwork toward me. I had planned to reschedule all the meetings I had to miss over the last three weeks, but I just don’t get around to it.While paging through the stack of papers, I call my assistant on her cellphone. She’s bristling. “Where the hell have you been? I’m holding this place together with staples and glue!”She’s human, so I can’t tell her much of anything that’s going on. “Oh come on, Layla, give yourself more credit than that, you can handle it. I have an ongoing family crisis.”“What kind of crisis?’After working for me for three years, she knows she won’t get an answer, but she always asks. “You know better than to ask. Did you relay everything important to Mister Willis?”Over the years, I’ve put failsafes in place in case werewolf business
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