Vittore is in for a world of hurt no matter what, but if he knew about the surrogacy (meaning he was still watching her until getting caught) and told an enemy, that would only worsen it.
It’s one thing to see a fellow werewolf naked after a shift. That’s perfectly normal. Granted, you shouldn’t stare because that’s rude as fuck. This is why I wouldn’t consider being mad at unmated males in Bloodmoon that may have been around when she shifted. I can’t and won’t hold that against anyone. Unless she ever tells me someone made her uncomfortable and stared at her. Then an international flight to knock someone’s teeth out may be in order. However, seeing someone naked in their bedroom’s privacy is not okay. Everyone is entitled to their privacy. So do I want to kill Vittore because he’s probably seen Delilah naked? Hell fucking yes, I do! Because he didn’t see her naked because he was around when she shifted. He violated Delilah’s privacy. On principle alone, I would deck anyone that did that to someone else. As Delilah’s friend, I want to beat him up. And as her mate, I want to take Persephone’s silver melon baller idea further. I would go about this ‘to the pain’ style.
Beta's Innocent Mate is going on a hiatus while I am on a family vacation. My vacation officially begins tomorrow. I wanted to let all my readers know so you don't start to worry about where I went and when a new chapter will post. So never fear. This isn't the end of Alexander and Delilah's love story. We are only at the halfway point. So there are still many more chapters to come. New chapters will return as early as August 7th. If you aren't already, you can follow me on social media. Thanks for your patience, and I look forward to returning recharged and ready to tackle the second half of Beta's Innocent Mate! See ya soon,Bryant
Maybe I went too far asking him to help me out of the dress. I knew I didn’t have a zipper in the back, yet I still asked for help. I was expecting him to say I had ‘pregnancy brain’ and point out there wasn’t a zipper in the back. Instead, he stepped so close I could feel the warmth of his body behind me as he unzipped the side zipper and kissed my neck. ‘Hell yes!’ Helia exclaimed as a jolt of the mate bond shot through me. I thought it was a good sign. Maybe it wouldn’t only be in our strangely shared dreams that Alexander could touch me. I don’t know what I did wrong, perhaps because I said his name? I couldn’t help it. I liked his proximity and his lips on my neck. Maybe he thought I said his name as a question or like me telling him to stop. If anything, I wanted him to keep going. I felt embarrassed and disappointed when he pulled away. Instead of calling him on it, I hurried to my room. I sighed and smacked my forehead. What was I thinking? I don't think anything about this
The tips of my fingers still tingled from where her lips had brushed them when I fed her that M&M. I did not expect her to do that. It wasn’t something the shy Delilah I’d known before would have thought of doing. Well, maybe she would have thought it. It’s not like I could remind her mind back then. I can’t read her mind now. Either way, I know it’s not something she’d have acted on before. No one woman has ever tried to get me to feed her. Well, I don’t count my cock since that’s a completely different scenario than feeding someone else actual food. And damn it, now the thought of those cupid’s bow lips wrapped around my dick is in my head. It’s not a mental image I should be having. ‘BULLSHIT, it isn’t!’ Lucius scoffed. ‘This isn’t two years ago. This isn’t back when Delilah was merely Luna Crista’s kid sister. She’s eighteen and OURS. If there was EVER a time to start having sexual thoughts about her, it’s NOW.’ Lucius said. ‘Old habits die hard. I’ve always made sure to think
I had nothing to compare this to, and I don’t know if that’s good or bad. I’m glad I couldn’t compare this feeling to any other moment in my life. I couldn’t compare Alexander to anyone else. Which reminded me that he could compare me and our kiss to his past. I’ve never held his past against him and won’t, but it makes me wonder if he is comparing me and how I measure up. ‘Stop overthinking things. Alexander is ours now and forever. It doesn’t matter who came before when we know there will never be anyone else.’ Helia scolded me. She’s right. Who cares about Alexander’s past when I get to be his present and future? So I let the thoughts go and melted into his embrace, enjoying his hands on my body and lips against mine. I was having thoughts and feelings I’d never had before. Well, may ‘never’ was a misnomer. I’ve fantasized about Alexander kissing me like, of being in his arms. Let me tell you this, reality is way better than fantasy. And when he kissed along my jaw and started
Only Delilah could distract me so easily from having an episode to laughing. I’m unsure if this is a good time or place to laugh. We were making out, her breasts were out of her top, and while the onset of the episode started to impact my hardon, she was still in my lap, so he didn’t go completely soft. And her distraction has him stirring again. Which is a little strange and part of why I’m laughing. The suggestion of Delilah’s safe word game wasn’t too surprising. This is Delilah, so for her to find a way to circumvent a PTSD episode isn’t surprising. The rest of it was. I’d only meant to tease her about her picking up some of the BDSM habits of my Zio Alec after living with him and Crista for so long. I didn’t expect her to roll with it. What made me laugh the most was that her response wasn’t a joke. She wasn’t teasing me back. She gave enough thought to what I’d said. She wants to tie me up and who knows what else. Given my recent issues, you’d think this would be a turnoff. H
Did that all happen? I just had my first man-made orgasm, and it was with Alexander. It was very different from anything I fantasized about and felt more intense and amazing than any I’d given myself. I refuse to think about how he got so good at that. I don’t want to think about those that had him before me. Alexander is mine, now and forever. Not to mention he trusted me to let me take the lead. Now that I have his permission, I’m feeling nervous about it. Okay, in all honesty, I’ve been nervous the whole time. I’m worried I’ll say or do something that unintentionally triggers him. I’m nervous about losing my virginity. I think most people would be. He’s been with a fair number of others. What if I don’t measure up, so to speak? ‘Will you stop that nonsense? You’re his mate. No one else will measure up to YOU, not vice versa.’ Helia shook her head. She’s right, of course. Getting in my head and worrying about how I’d compare wouldn’t make anything easier, let alone better. I need
Who’d have thought, having been raised around a bunch of Doms, I’d end up being the one that liked being submissive and tied up? If or possibly when my older sister and cousins find this out, I will never hear the end of it. I know them. I’ll be bearing about liking being tied up by ‘innocent’ little Delilah in the afterlife. ‘If she keeps up this torture, you might get to that afterlife sooner than later.’ Lucius growled in frustration. While I know that’s not possible, I will admit it certainly feels like it could be true, especially as Delilah started to kiss lower. My dick was already thrilled that she was touching him, and the prospect that her mouth was going in that direction had him twitching with anticipation. I hope she doesn’t keep teasing me with a blow job this time. I groaned through clenched teeth as she swirled her tongue around my nipple. My groan quickly became a growl when she lightly bit my nipple before moving to repeat the process with the other. I don’t want t
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