Well, at least it wasn't a dream.
Dear Readers,As you all know, my day job has been crazy hectic recently. It will remain as my company wraps up the current fiscal year and begins the new fiscal year. Due to this, I am limited in my writing time to basically the weekends. This of course drastically limits how many chapters I am able to write/edit to publish. To set expectations, here is my updated publishing schedule for Beta's Innocent Mate. New chapters will be published Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. This may change when my workload lightens, but I cannot say. If there are changes, I will, of course, let you know. Thank you, Bryant
I currently have love/hate feelings for my extended family. I suppose I should count my blessings that it wasn’t Mama and my sisters who decided they needed to ‘check in’ on Delilah and me. It didn’t make it any better when my cousin and Zio Alec barged into the guest house with their mates. We’d only been asleep a couple of hours when their not-at-all-subtle voices disturbed us. And when I say we’d been asleep for a couple of hours, I mean Delilah was asleep. As physically and mentally drained as I felt after we made love, yep, still weird to say that, I could drift off to sleep like her. It felt good to have her in my arms. That’s not new. It always felt good when Delilah would cuddle with me. This was different than before, as we were mates and naked. ‘That’s what made it better. Naked Delilah is good.’ Lucius interjected. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. While I fully agree with his sentiment, I am not in the mental space for it. Maybe if we were still at the guest house making
I knew it couldn’t be good news when Crista said we needed to talk. No one in the history of conversations has started a talk with a ‘we need to talk,’ which is good news. It’s just not done. The phrase is supposed to be a gentle way of saying the conversation will suck. I didn’t expect the information to be this. I’d been prepared to hear how deeply involved in this conspiracy against Alexander Vittore had gone. I never expected such behavior from Vittore. I suppose that I still need to be less trusting of people. Not everyone with bad intentions will make it obvious. People are good at masking their intentions. I wish I had Stephen’s power. Then, I’d be able to know who had ill intent. ‘You knew Liar was a bad person.’ Helia pointed out. ‘Then why couldn’t I see Vittore for what he is?’ I countered. ‘Because it is always easier to see things from a distance. What matters is that Vittore was stopped, and when he’s cleared for questioning, he will pay for what he’s done.’ Helia ass
I won’t dismiss how formidable my Zio Alec and his mate are. I could understand thinking they could get away with messing with me. I left Incubi to be Beta in Madonie and am not blood to Zio Alec. However, it was a testament to Vittore’s stupidity that he would stalk Delilah. Crista showed the pack what would happen if you hurt her sisters. Vittore opted to ignore that when he went down this path. And for as many reasons as Vittore should have respected and feared my Zio and Crista, he will find out it’s not just the D’Amore-Fayte line he deals with. I don’t care if he knows or doesn’t know that Delilah is MINE. When it comes time for his interrogation, he will learn the true meaning of pain and repentance because I will teach it to him. And if Gianpaolo will condone his son’s actions, he’s on my shit list too. I don’t care that it’s his son, and he feels he should protect him and have loyalty to him. His son broke the law and used his position in the cyber division to do it. As the
I had mixed feelings about what our agenda was for today. Part of me was eager to interrogate Liar. She started to crack yesterday before we were pulled away because Domitilla was hospitalized. I don’t know what kind of oath she could have made to no longer obey André’s alpha command. I’ve never witnessed such a thing before. I know something similar happened in Bloodmoon during the fight to reclaim Silverclaw. A sub-Beta turned against Alpha Logan and aided the enemy, a hybrid witch/werewolf rogue. I don’t know if this could be a similar situation, as I believe the male could disobey Alpha Logan because the enemy was his mate, and the mate bond can trump many things. I rather doubt Liar’s ability to ignore André’s command is due to any mate bond. Her mate died when Darren justifiably killed him in battle to protect André and all the innocent wolves of the three Sicilian packs. Then, the only male, so far not related to Liar, involved in this scheme has been Vittore. And while two
Falling asleep last night wasn’t easy. It took me about as long as it did after we made love. It’s still weird to call it that. I’d tried my best to stop the anxiety from taking over when my hand would brush her bump, or she’d roll, and it would brush against me. It didn’t help that I felt the heirs moving around despite how small they were because of my gift. I doubt they had malicious intent. They are fetuses. It’s not like they’ve already developed André’s personality. I had reminded myself, with Lucius echoing the sentiments, that nothing about this should trigger me. I never shared a bed with Lia, even before she was pregnant and certainly never after. Yes, we fucked, but never in a bed. I never could place why, but when it came to screwing her, it was always quick and mostly clothed. I never wanted to get her naked and take my time with Lia. It was about scratching an itch, which wasn’t even that good. And yes, during Lia’s pregnancy, I touched her bump to feel close to what
Why did I have to remind him about the shower? His fingers had been doing their magic, and I was minutes away from orgasm. Maybe less if he kept making that come-hither motion. Instead of relishing his touching me and letting me touch him, I opened my mouth, and he stopped. Stupid Delilah! ‘A little bit, yes. However, there are silver linings. For example, Alexander is naked.’ Helia offered her commentary. I moaned softly as I found another silver lining. The tip of his cock had rubbed against my vagina. I tried to wiggle in his arms to angle myself closer. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him badly. Sadly his grip on my ass as we stepped into the shower, was too tight for me to do more than torture us both by just rubbing against his tip. I know it was torture for him because he growled. Not like a menacing growl but one of those ‘goddess damn it’ growls through clenched teeth. It was so sexy that I may have growled back in frustration. I’m a novice when it comes to lovem
Dear Readers, For those of you who have been reading my books for a while, you should know me. For those who are new to my books, you'll see that I like to keep you informed. I want to be transparent and set appropriate expectations. I know what it's like to be a reader hooked on a story and getting frustrated when I don't know the schedule for new chapters and more so when it goes off schedule. So, this is me being transparent and ensuring I'm setting expectations for you. I know how much you love Alexander and Delilah's story and are eager to see how they get to that Happily Ever After that all my books get. I've been loving writing their story and I can't wait to see how they get to where I know they end up. So it does pain me to say this; however, due to my current workload, Beta's Innocent Mate is on a TEMPORARY Hiatus. My day job is coming to the end of our fiscal year, so I need to do a lot of work quickly. This is eating up my writing time and frying my brain. I am hoping th
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