Well, this is getting hot.
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 arched a skeptical brow at the witch. I am unfamiliar with everyone in Katrina’s coven, but I recognized this one. And there were subtle similarities between the witch standing next to Darren and Lia. Mostly, it was the nose, which proves that you can deny who your kin is, but genetics will always give it away. And while the similarities were almost insignificant, they were there, and it turned my stomach to even look at her. “What does that mean?” Delilah asked. At least one of us isn’t considering exit strategies and holding back vile. I know it’s not Augusta’s fault her family is batshit crazy. It’s not her fault she’s related to them. You can’t pick your family, or at least you can’t pick who you share DNA with, would be a better phrase. However, pardon me, I’ve had enough bad experiences with her family never to want to set eyes on another member for the rest of my life. “I may not be quite as powerful as my Bisnonna, but I am still a powerful witch of the Sabbadin line.
I know that of the three Fayte sisters, I’m probably, on the surface, the least threatening. Crista, as the oldest, was trained harder by our papa as she was to replace him as Beta of Nebrodi, then she also received a rare white wolf, so even before she became Luna of Incubi and the host of Light, she was seen as someone to respect and fear. Persephone’s outer appearance may not have instilled fear or respect, but she earned it once people knew what she could do with a computer. I’ve always been the soft-spoken baby of the family—the sweet and innocent Fayte who wouldn’t harm a fly. Few people initially realized how deadly plants could be, even with my power. Most thought it was so fitting that a girl as delicate as a flower could make flowers. I hate that. I know hate is a strong word, but try having people underestimate you for your whole life and see how it feels. I’ll admit that I prefer to handle situations without violence first. But that doesn’t make me delicate. That does
I twirled the silver meat tenderizer, bathing my gloved fingers with a smile that probably resembled Chesed’s on my lips. We may not be related by blood, but perhaps I picked up some of his malice through proximity. After all, growing up, I saw more of Chesed than I did Alec. I’m not saying that I would have idolized most of Chesed’s personality traits. However, he had a unique way of intimidating people and getting shit done that I respect the hell out of. “How long were you stalking Delilah?” I questioned. “I… I didn’t…” Vittore stammered. I didn’t wait to let him continue. I don’t care what he had to say. He started his sentence by trying to say he didn’t, and that was enough for me. I smashed the tenderizer on his left pinky finger. I smiled as Vittore howled in pain as the bones shattered under the force. Because I was using silver, I knew his wolf wouldn’t be able to heal as fast. ‘Good, he deserves every second of pain.’ Lucius snorted. “I suggest you rethink your wor
‘Do not decide to let your conscience a word in. I don’t care that this bitch is certifiably insane. It’s not an excuse. It’s not a loophole or way out of facing punishment.’ Helia insisted. I wanted to deny her implication, but I don’t lie to myself or my wolf. I was having serious doubts about continuing this interrogation. Mostly centered on the measures I may have to take to get the information we need from Lia. It didn’t seem fair to do what was required with her current mental state. Something broke in her. I don’t know when or how. It could have happened for any number of reasons. Maybe it was when she pledged her loyalty to Ersilia. We don’t know the effects of a werewolf forsaking their oath to their Alpha for someone who’s not even an Alpha, let alone another werewolf. I don’t know if that is something Katrina could find out about. Perhaps her Bisnonna documented something on the subject. And if her mental break didn’t happen because of her pledge to Ersilia, many other
“Talk. If you value your life, you will talk. The wolfsbane will continue to grow until I get answers, or you’re engulfed in it.” I warned her. “You…you can’t be serious. If… if you kill me… you’ll learn… nothing.” Liar shook her. Tears stained her face as she paused to yell in pain. “You’re not the only person we can get information from. Alexander is interrogating Vittore as we speak. If you had access to your wolf, you’d be able to hear his screams as my mate forces him to confess while exacting revenge for that shithead stalking me.” I pointed out. “He…he wouldn’t know…. anything of value.” Liar protested between cries of pain. “Perhaps, perhaps not. But we still have Domitila and Anastasia to question. And then there’s that my niece Katrina has her coven hunting down your bitch Bisnonna. There isn’t anywhere she can hide that someone as powerful as Katrina, backed with the magic of her coven, can’t locate.” I shrugged. It took everything I had not to wince as Liar screame
When I left Vittore’s fate to Zio Alec and Luna Crista, I considered stopping to see how Delilah was handling Lia. I could hear the pain-filled cries of Lia from the hallway. I hadn’t heard them earlier, but that was probably because hearing anything over Vittore’s pathetic howls of pain was impossible. I didn’t want to interrupt Delilah’s interrogation, so I kept walking. The role of torturer isn’t one of the Beta tasks I like. Well, on most days, I wouldn’t say I like it. I’m a healer, so intentionally causing pain goes against that nature. It’s rather ironic that it’s what makes me and the Petridis men who came before me perfect for the task. Generations of Petridis Betas acted as the trump card for Incubi interrogations. And well, now here in Madonie. I know my Papa has taken some level of enjoyment in acting as torturer for Zio Alec, at least when it came to rogues, hunters, and others that couldn’t or wouldn’t break at an Alpha command. However, I know he’s not proud of that
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