“Of course. Rather hard to not have an alliance with my mate’s father and twin brother.” Tiberius shrugged as he flipped through the papers. Darren nodded, scanning the documents a bit more thoroughly.
“Of course, Alpha. We intend to also maintain an alliance with Bloodmoon. I am unsure if that is in your plans or Tiberius’s for your individual packs. But given I am from Bloodmoon and retain connections there, André and I intend to write up a formal treaty with Alpha Logan for our packs. We plan to present it to him before his wedding in November.” Darren explained.
I’m not surprised he wants to keep an alliance with his former pack. Given that the Bloodmoon wolf is connected on some ancient cosmic levels with Darkness and Light, I already had that in mind.
“I cannot speak for Tiberius, but yes. Damon faxed over a rough draft of our treaty to Logan this morning.”
Tiberius shrugged. “Katrina suggested we make the alliance too. She assumed you and André
Tomorrow is The End for Alpha of Nightmares as we get to see the Luna ceremony and what this fashion emergency was.
A lot happened, and it all happened so fast. It wasn’t even two months ago that I was getting dressed up for Thales’s welcome home party, heart fluttering as I wondered if we would be mates. My mind raced with thoughts of becoming Luna of Nebrodi rather than Beta. All that quickly changed when Madonie attacked us. Thales was killed. His parents, my parents, all the ranked wolves were killed. All but Tiberius, my sisters, and me. Though they did a number on Tiberius and had some nefarious plans for him based on what he’s told me after waking up from his coma. ‘You weren’t wrong on that feeling you’d be a Luna rather than a Beta.’ Emilia shrugged. ‘Instead, we’re Luna of Incubi and mated to a much better-looking male than Thales.” Her nose twitched slightly as she made the comparison. I rolled my eyes. ‘It’s rude to speak ill of the dead. Thales was cute as a boy, and I’m sure he’d grown to be a handsome man while studying abroad. But even t
I shook my head, willing my blush away. I was failing, but I was trying, damn it. “Anyway… Tiberius sent me a surprise from our family home.” I gestured to my mamma’s gown.“And of course, I’m for Crista wearing this. It was our mamma’s dress. She met our papa in that dress and took the Beta oath in it. She promised it to Crista when we were just kids. So she should wear it tonight.” Persephone snorted.André’s eyes lit up as he looked at the gown. Gently setting down the black dress, he picked my mamma’s dress up like he was holding a priceless jewel.“This is… oh, it’s gorgeous. The craftsmanship is exquisite. Nonna Gwen had taste. It’s heavenly… ethereal. It’s sexy while still demur. It just screams Crista, host of Light.” André gushed before gently putting the dress down.“Now, why are we arguing?” André looked from
We’ve reached the third trimester of Crista’s pregnancy, and if memory serves, this will be the more uncomfortable trimester. The first trimester was hard on Crista, and as her mate, I felt her pain and did what I could to take some of it. But no mate bond can stop morning sickness. Still find that a strange phrase, a complete oxymoron from anything I’ve seen. I thought I’d seen plenty of morning sickness during Liliana’s pregnancy with the twins and also from a less up-close experience during Izzy’s three pregnancies. Crista, however, suffered far worse. Doctor Anselma Laurito diagnosed her with hyperemesis gravidarum, severe morning sickness. Thankfully, with proper monitoring and ensuring Crista stayed hydrated, we could make it through that first trimester. And by the start of her fift
I can’t believe we are going on a week-long vacation. I’m happy for the time to relax. And if I’m honest, to be away from everyone. My sisters have been overbearing recently. I know they are trying to be helpful, but even if I am starting to resemble a beached whale, I am not an invalid. I can still do things for myself. So a week away from them will be nice. And the same for Isadora and the other ranked she-wolves. I like each of them, but if they aren’t treating me like a child, they give all this advice from their pregnancies. And I appreciate it. I truly do. But I am not them, and they are not my mamma. This trip happened just in time because I was inches from ripping Isadora’s face off. She is a wonderful woman. I love her; I do.
I shuddered as I smelled the flames, the distinct odor of burning flesh on the air. I could hear the screams in the darkness. The howls of pain echoing. Need to run. Need to get to safety. Need to protect them. Can’t let him find us. “Mommy!!” “Dad...nooo!!!” the screams of my sisters wake me from my restless nightmare-filled sleep. I felt them shivering on either side of me as they clung to my ivory fur that was dingy from dirt, twigs, and leaves from running. Emilia whimpered in my head as I nudged Persephone first with my muzzle, then Delilah. I’m the oldest. I’m supposed to protect my sisters. But how can I be the strong one when every time I close my eyes, I’m haunted by the image of Ignazio ripping my father’s heart out of his chest and the sound of my mother’s screams of agony as she rushed forward on instinct to try and help her mate only
Keeping my sisters close, we were loaded into the back of a black sedan. ‘When I give the signal, I want you to both tuck and roll out your doors. I won’t risk letting that insane Alpha anywhere near you.’ I instructed my sisters as André got into the driver’s seat. “Crista darling, whatever you mind linked your sisters. I wouldn’t recommend it. Child locks.” André grinned at me in the review. I narrowed my eyes. God damn it. “No one will hurt you between here and the villa. Why don’t you try and get some rest?” he suggested. I didn’t trust him. He’s the son of the most feared Alpha in Europe. I won’t feel safe till my sisters, and I are far away from the Incubi pack. “Suit yourself.” André shrugged as he started to drive. We were at the edge of their pack, so the drive was almost two hours. Despite how keyed up we all were, knowing we were basically pr
“We’re locked in.” I groaned. “Whoa…” Persephone gasped, tugging at my elbow. I turned, and my eyes widened as I looked around us. This was beautiful. We have a library at the packhouse back home, but it’s not like this. While it’s probably the same size, the whole feel of the room is vastly different.The ceiling featured a stunning Fresco painting that depicted the lunar cycle. Instead of showing the cycle as the moon itself, it was shown against a wolf’s face. Built-in shelves lined the walls except for the window seat and the wall with the door. The shelves were filled with books of many genres. Many looked very old and well-read based on the wear and tear on the binding. I wanted to touch them. I want to read them all. Has the Alpha read all of them?I stepped further into the space, in the direc
“But… why would he? The darkroom is invite-only. And I’m really guessing she disagreed with being invited.” she frowned. André shrugged. “It’s out of my hands. It was an Alpha command. And well she’s…” he then leans and whispers too softly for me to hear in her ear. Judging by how gobsmacked she looks, he told her I was their father’s mate. “Oooo. That’s even worse. I’m calling Zia Izzy. She’ll put him in his place.” Katrina scoffed, digging her phone out. “No. Don’t. If you call her all hell with break loose. I think Crista can handle him. She’s probably the only one that can.” André said, grabbing his sister’s phone and holding it up too high for her to reach. She pouted, folding her arms. “Stupid twin brother. Stupid tall bastard.” she grumbled. “Then why did you call me if it wasn’t to get Izzy? Not that you couldn’t just link her.” Katrina raised a