Liar's family is seriously messed up in the head. Like what the f*ck!? At least André and Darren know now and can take action.
While I was relieved that Delilah hadn’t hurt herself when the window broke, the fact her powers could get so out of control was worrying. Her abilities, to some, may be seen as passive, something that couldn’t cause damage. Those people are ignorant of the power of plants. Sure, flowers can be beautiful, but they can also have thorns and be poisonous. Valter learned the power of plants when he had to spend a party mummified in vines. I’m sure under normal circumstances, Delilah isn’t the type who would use her power offensively. Okay, so I shouldn’t say I’m sure, as she’s proven that there have been some drastic changes in her personality in the years we didn’t talk. But that’s beside the point. She’s still, at her core, a good person. So, I believe it’s a combination of pregnancy hormones, especially as at least one set of twins is of Alpha blood and the mate bond that has made her control unstable. I know she doesn’t want to be in the dark about stuff, but if this is how she re
I wished I was going to get Lia, but I felt better knowing Amelia would be dealing with her. Amelia won’t be gentle with her after the trouble she caused Ivan. It’s probably wrong of me, but I hope she gives Amelia trouble so that she has cause to use excessive force. Though then, a thought hit me, and I felt terrible. I don’t even know what happened to her child. I only know it was not Alexander’s. Did she keep it? Did she give it away? I feel terrible saying it, but I was never told if she had a boy or a girl. Not that I cared to know that information back then. Now, however, I’m worried for that child. They never asked for this, yet suffers for Lai’s crimes. Will her child be there when they come to take her away? Who will take care of them? What will become of the child if it’s found Lia had something to do with this recent attack against Alexander? What kind of life did this child have if she kept them? What would she have told the child about their parentage? I’d been lost in
It’s like every time I think I might be able to manage to keep it together around Delilah, the universe, as Americans say, says, ‘Hold my beer’ and finds a new way to screw with me. Given what I had seen on the security footage, I'd been holding it together well. I’d even been hopeful that while I may still need time to handle in-person interactions with Delilah, we could at least talk on the phone as we used to, or somewhat like we used to. Then it all came crashing down. Delilah brought up Cesare, and it was like the rug was yanked out from under me, and I fell into the abyss of darkness. I know Delilah didn’t bring him up intentionally. From how she phrased the question, she not only doesn’t know that Lia had a boy, but she doesn’t know if Lia kept him. On the latter, we are in the same boat. After Cesare was born and I knew he couldn’t be mine, I didn’t want to know anything. I let André handle everything after that. He was the go-between and only told me what he thought was most
I growled in annoyance as I looked at the clock again. They are late. Zia Anastasia and her twit daughter were supposed to be here by now. They should have been here three days ago if you ask me. Bisnonna Ersilia had a good reason not to show up till today, but she at least showed up on time. Zia Anastasia and, most likely, that twit Domitilla are wasting time, and their stupidity will get us all in trouble. This whole plot was thrown together quickly due to Alexander’s early return from his trip. After I failed, or rather after that stupid clinic failed, to ensure I conceived Alexander’s son, we didn’t think we’d get this chance again till December next year. And now that he has found his mate, or at least it is suspected he met her, we won’t get another chance. Bisonna Ersilia clearly said we will never succeed once he completes the mate bond. I’m still pissed that he found her, and worse, it’s that little bitch Delilah Fayte. I never liked their ‘friendship.’ I had hoped I’d gotte
I worried about how he’d react to me kissing him. I didn’t want to be someone that violated his boundaries like that. And while Lucius had kissed back, it wasn’t the same. I had been ready to give up, assuming a kiss wasn’t enough to shock Alexander from his PTSD episode. Then to my surprise and delight, the kiss changed, and I knew it was Alexander kissing me. It was perfect, especially when he pulled me closer. I didn’t want it to end, but karma is a thing. So when André burst in with everyone, I could only blame karma. Persephone received karma for all the times she interrupted Crista and Alec. And now I’m getting karma because I was the one that gave Persephone karma. Or maybe it’s also Alexander’s karma. I’m not sure. I know I was annoyed that we got interrupted. I didn’t have to say anything because Isadora did enough on our behalf. Which was good because I was too embarrassed at them walking in on me in Alexander’s lap. Of course, my embarrassment quickly faded when we were in
The level of stress I’ve been under in just a handful of days is too much. Or at least it feels that way. Sometimes it feels like people expect me to ‘man up,’ which is such a bullshit line. Some of the strongest, physically and mentally, people I know are women. So, it’s bullshit that because I’m a guy, it’s somehow expected that I can and should suck it up and get over shit. My mind is still processing that Delilah is my mate and figuring out how to be in a relationship with someone whose current condition triggers my trauma. And before I can even work through that, I get more shit thrown at me. I get drugged and violated by my housekeeper, her daughter, and some old woman I don’t know, and like the rotten cherry on this shit sundae, it may all involve the source of my issues. The only positive thing that has happened was that rant felt like I got a lot off my chest. And the hug helped, as pathetic as that may sound. I already said I missed her hugs and that Delilah gives great hug
I considered pointing out that Alexander could have borrowed clothes from Darren. After all, Darren and André have shared clothes in the past, which meant Alexander would fit in Darren’s clothes too. Plus, Darren’s wardrobe would be less… well, less André. Yet, I didn’t say anything since he seemed set to borrow clothes from André. Who was I to argue with what he was comfortable with? Especially with results like this. I recognized the shirt. I’ve seen André wear it when he is expected to be more business-like and less loud in his wardrobe. André may never want to hear this, but it looked better on Alexander. The blue always made André’s eyes and especially the blue streak in his hair more prominent. However, it does the same for Alexander’s blue eyes and goes well with his blonde hair. The fitted cut highlighted Alexander’s muscles. And I will never complain about that. I rather enjoy Alexander’s physique. I would and should complain about him calling me out about checking him out.
Delilah’s hug helped, but only to a point. I don’t think anything could chase away the anxiety in the pit of my stomach. Seeing Cesare was hard enough, but at least he was innocent. Seeing Lia, however, is a different thing altogether. I had already lost interest in her before she told me she was pregnant, but the pregnancy and the fallout of it have made me truly disgusted by her. I’d expected to be triggered when I finally stepped in behind Delilah. Or I should say triggered by how I have been about Delilah’s pregnancy, so sucked into darkness and feeling paralyzed. However, this was a different reaction. I didn’t feel panic when I saw her. I felt rage, pure, unfettered rage. It wasn’t just the rage of two-plus years of repressed anger boiling to the surface. That was there, oh was that there. But this rage was more because Lucius was pissed too. Lia did what she always does, talked without thinking. And this time, Lia ran her mouth about Delilah, and neither I nor my wolf would le
I’ve felt anxious since André told me that he and Darren told their children I was their surrogate. I knew the day would come. We couldn’t keep it from them forever. It was only natural that they’d be curious. Especially now that Amaryllis and Éowyn were starting to look more like me at their age with hints of Darren. It was easier when they were little and looked more like Darren. Caspian and Aragon still look more like André, but there are moments when they say or do something, especially their smiles, and I can see myself in their faces. Alexander didn’t help my anxious feeling when he told me Chris went to see the quads so he’d know, too. How would he handle that? I wished Alexander hadn’t let him go to André’s villa to hear this from the quads. I was napping and needed the rest since Clover had been teething. She’s been extra fussy because of the teething, and beyond lack of sleep, my breasts are tender from her feedings. It’s not like I haven’t been through this before. Our old
I may only be ten, but I know enough about the world and my future role in it. I’m the Madonie Beta heir, and as much as my parents wanted to shield me from knowing it, I am the Petridis of the Blue Moon prophecy. These roles are my fate. It wasn’t my choice, but it is what the Goddess ordained, and who am I or anyone to argue with her will? The prophecy doesn’t affect my day-to-day life. It just means the only witch I trust is Zia Kat, and I don’t trust angels, period. Being the Beta heir does affect my day-to-day life. It has defined my education and friendships. I don’t want to think the only reason I’m friends with Caspian, Aragon, Amaryllis, and Éowyn is simply because one of them will be my Alpha. They are my cousins, so to speak. Our Papas and Monnos have been best friends for years, so we are like family. Though it’s always felt like there’s more to it than that, when my family link snapped into place when I was nine, I realized I had a link to them. Sure, it could be explain
Caspian POVThis wasn’t going the way I thought it would. We’re the ones that are supposed to be guilting Papa into the truth about our Mama. Instead, we are getting a guilt trip about Dad and our guards being worried that we snuck away. Maybe we couldn’t escape them so easily if Filiberto and Dorian were better at their jobs. I know they are good warriors, and given the trauma they went through with Zia Amelia during the war, Papa and Dad are kind to them, but if four twelve-year-olds can escape them, what good are they at protecting us? I do feel bad that we worried Dad and Papa. I won’t feel bad for our guards. They need to be better at their jobs. And maybe we should have more than two guards. There are four of us, after all. This isn’t the first time we’ve duped Filiberto and Dorian. Aragon and I are identical, though we style ourselves differently—the same for our sisters. I’ve lost track of how many times we’ve fooled our guards and the staff at the school into thinking we were
Amaryllis POV I’m not saying we’ve been lied to for our WHOLE lives, but people need to realize we aren’t babies anymore and stop trying to spare our feelings. We are the heirs of Madonie. We shouldn’t be treated with kid gloves. And while nothing would ever change how much I or my siblings love our Papa and Daddy, how could they expect us never to find out? They teach us about the mate bond, females going into heat, and sex at school, for the Goddess’s sake. We were bound to learn that a baby cannot be made without a female. Even if that wasn’t all a factor, Éowyn and I are getting older, and it’s easy to see we don’t look like any of the women in the D’Amore or Delaney women. We have Daddy’s eyes and ears, but that’s like it. If anything, we look more like Nonna Crista and especially Zia Delilah. Maybe if we were naive people, we’d write it off because they are family. But Nonna Crista is Papa’s matrigna, so we aren’t blood-related to the Fayte line. At least not that anyone’s admi
The following chapters are a bonus story called A Mama's Love. I know it's a couple of months early, but the idea came to me and couldn't be helped. So the following short bonus story is a Mother's Day Celebration that takes place the Mother's Day after Clover is born. I hope you enjoy it. Story Blurb:It’s been nearly thirteen years since Delilah Fayte gave birth for the first time. Now that the Madonie Heirs know the truth, they want to join their half-siblings... er cousins... it isn’t very clear to celebrate the woman so full of boundless love she has brought nine lives into this world. Besides, no one throws a party like a D’Amore.
Dear Readers, We have reached the end of another book. It's always bittersweet to publish the final chapter of a book. These last few chapters may have felt like we skipped some things. Yes, we glossed over some moments as they were less significant to the story, and trying to write a chapter of Alexander or Delilah sitting in the therapist's office wasn't exactly compelling, nor was it enough to fill a chapter. Please don't worry- there are always chances to get glimpses of those smaller moments in more detail in future books or possible bonus stories. Now for the question everyone's been asking. WHAT'S NEXT!!?? I am taking the month of November off from my current series to participate in NaNoWriMo. For those who don't know what that is, I'd like to explain. NaNoWriMo is the National Novel Writing Month. During November, writers from around the world will challenge themselves to start a new project and write 50,000 words in 30 days! This is the first year I'm going to give this a
I always knew I wanted to be a mama. I dreamed of having a big family with my future mate when I was little. When I discovered that Alexander was my mate twelve years ago and the drama we faced, I started to think a big family might not even happen. I’d been pregnant when we reconnected, though not with children that would be mine. He had PTSD from the emotional damage Liar had put him through two years prior. However, the biggest reason I worried we might not have a large family, let alone children, was the blue moon prophecy. Ersilia did awful things to get her hands on the blue moon child of prophecy. A child she assumed would be conceived on a blue moon from Alexander’s line. She hurt Alexander. She hurt her great-granddaughter. She even got angels involved in it. And she paid the ultimate price for it. Despite our worries about the prophecy ten years ago, Alexander and I started our family. We thought we’d taken all the necessary precautions to avoid the blue moon. While Ersilia
Since we know about the prophecy, Delilah and I have been cautious in our family planning. Delilah wanted and needed time to recover from fully emotionally being a surrogate. I was more than willing to give her that time. Then, we also wanted time to be just a couple before risking starting our family. We decided we would try to start our family late last year. We were trying to be as thorough in our baby planning as possible. We even checked the upcoming year to identify any blue moons. Given that I’m not the blue moon prophecy child, I knew Ersilia was off the mark in thinking the conception needed to be on a blue moon. So Delilah and I wanted to avoid delivery on a blue moon. We knew there would be a blue moon in August, so we were actively targeting to have our baby either before or after August. We even stopped having unprotected sex when her possible due date could have landed anywhere near the blue moon. And our planning paid off. When we learned Delilah was pregnant and calcu
I won’t go into how much I ended up paying Amelia in damages to her little cottage after spending a weekend there. I consider myself lucky that she didn’t keep any family heirlooms there. The furnishings destroyed during mine and Delilah’s mating weren’t antiques or anything she or her brother held dear. All you need to know is it wasn’t cheap. But that was a month ago. A month of being fully mated has been great for us. After Delilah’s heat ended, she finally asked to see the heirs. I don’t know if it’s from her therapy or because we completed our bond, but her emotions about André and Darren’s children leveled out. It was still an emotional visit, especially when she held each of them. That first meeting was a huge step for Delilah. She saw, held, kissed, and whispered sweet words to them. She got to say goodbye to their connection and move forward to the new connection they’ll have. Delilah was already the most selfless person I knew. She became the bravest after seeing her keep h