It's time to get some answers. Today will be a double chapter. I thank you all for your patience, as my day job still takes up so much of my week.
“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 should be turning as red as a tomato sitting here like this. Alexander is NAKED, holding me, comforting me. Under any other circumstances, I’d probably be blushing and more focused on his nakedness. Instead, I’m upset about what I had to do and what Alexander may have done to get the truth from Liar and Vittore. I’m unsure if that’s a good thing or bad that anything could distract me from a naked Alexander. ‘Speak for yourself. I’m very aware that Alexander is naked.’ Helia snorted. I rolled my eyes and chose to ignore her. This isn’t the time or place for such things. I just had to torture Liar to get information. I’m sure he tortured Vittore. And I don’t even want to begin to think about what Crista did. I’m grateful that Alexander would tell me if I wanted to. However, I don’t want to know what Vittore could have confessed to that would have pushed her so far. Instead of thinking about what Vittore may or may not have done or if he’s alive, I focused on what Alexander had to
It’s been almost a month, a whole fucking MONTH, since Domitila just disappeared from the Madonie hospital. A month of searching for any race of Domitila or Ersilia. We have all these resources at our disposal and have gotten nowhere. We have werewolf packs around the world looking. Every pack I visited with my Papa and sister stepped up to look. Every pack except Silvermane, but packs near them, are keeping an eye out in case they are helping Ersilia. Persephone and Jonathan have turned up nothing. They've hacked every satellite and local network, like traffic and security cameras at airports, trains, buses, and boat travel points. Jonathan has used some Silvercloud assets to help in the search. I know their failure might infuriate them more than it does me, but it's by a slim margin as it's my sperm the crazy witch absconded with. Katrina and her coven haven’t found any trace of them. She’s had her coven performing all kinds of spells to try and trace Ersilia’s whereabouts. The rem
Delilah had already set out two yoga mats. Of course, she had been prepared for me to agree. I don’t think there’s much I’d say no to her about. I can think of at least one thing I will always say no to pegging. My ass is an exit only, and it’s staying that way. Not that Delilah has asked, and I doubt she would. Even with how she’s been up for exploring kinks and dominating me, I can’t see her wanting to do that to me. Or if she wants to do it, she probably wouldn’t voice it. “Let’s get started. You can, of course, do yoga positions that aren’t maternity-approved.” She smiled as she took her spot on her yoga mat. I took a deep breath, slowly releasing it as I went to my mat. Yoga was never something high on my fitness regimen. I’ve done yoga. It’s just not something I do often. So, I mostly followed along with what she was doing. I’ve watched her for weeks as she’d come out here every morning to do this. I was already used to the serenity nature sounds playlist she listened to. Ove
I had hoped joining me for yoga and meditation would help Alexander destress and gain new clarity on the situation. I had no doubt it would end with us making love. He initiated every other morning after my yoga when I returned inside. Watching me doing all those poses turns him on. I’d worried that his attraction would wane as my belly grew larger. So, I won’t complain that he’s still attracted to me. That being said, this isn’t how I expected the aftermath of our yoga and meditation to go. While we went through the yoga poses, we kept stealing longing glances at each other. Before we transitioned into our meditation, there was a desire in his eyes. The same desire I knew was in mine. I did not doubt that after our meditation, we’d be making love in the shower if we made it to the shower. All that changed when I saw a blue light, even with my eyes closed. I’d been shocked, confused, and scared when I opened them to find Alexander floating off the ground, surrounded by a blue aura. I
I’m just glad my plan worked. I wasn’t sure if Katrina could use her magic to amplify Stephen’s gift, but fuck it, it was worth a shot. And in the end, it worked. Now we have that bitch’s location. It’s time to settle up for years of fucking with my life. Before they sedated me and kept me hostage in my villa to surgically retrieve a sperm sample, I might have been less murderous. But that crossed a line that there’s no going back from. ‘Let’s just kill this bitch and get back to Delilah. She was worried when we left.’ Lucius said. Getting back to Delilah is, of course, a priority in my mind. My wolf isn’t the only one who noticed her nervousness when we left. I didn’t need the bond to tell me that. I know this. I know her tells. She had the same look she did during the war when she had to be taken back to Zio Alec’s villa during a battle. I don’t like making her worry, but it’s not like she could come with me. I wouldn’t have thought twice about her coming if she weren't pregnant.
Angels!? Ersilia is working with angels? What the fuck!? If it weren’t for the fact an angel was involved in the battle that shut down the Monastery of Destinies over a year ago, I’d say they were a myth. I can’t fathom why they’d want to work with her. ‘Unless they want the blue moon pup for their own means.’ Lucius growled. ‘Well, that isn’t happening. Today or any day. If I’m meant to father the blue moon pup, they will never be taken from me and Delilah.’ I growled, determined to kill anyone that would threaten any of my future children with Delilah. ‘Darren, Stephen, one of you needs to shift. Tell Mushin there are angels involved.’ I heard André instruct in the closed link the four of us used. ‘Angels? Are you shitting me?’ Darren questioned. ‘I’m wearing a hemlock necklace. So no, I’m not shitting you tesoro mio.’ André assured his mate. I considered returning to my human form to try and speak with Khalid, but there wasn’t time. The shadow of a set of wings danced on the w
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