Well shit. Gunnar should have kept his thoughts/view on who should move to himself. At least for now. If he had, there wouldn't be a door between Zoe and them.
I couldn’t think of a time in my thirty years on this planet I’ve wanted to punch Gunnar with all my might. I couldn’t imagine there being a reason to want to hit him. He’s my twin and best friend. Nothing could make me angry enough at him to throw a real punch. Nothing till now. After Zoe slammed the door and locked it in our faces, I rounded on my twin and clocked him. “What the hell?” Gunnar blinked as he held his jaw. “What’d you do that for?” “You had to open your damn mouth. You didn’t need to bring up the moving thing. Certainly not like that. I told you before we came here Zoe has not just a say, but the most important say.” I growled, fists still clenched, ready to throw another punch. “She brought it up first.” Gunnar tried to defend himself. “No. Zoe didn’t bring it up.” I shook my head. “She asked if anyone would be mad about Char’s painting. You then word vomited about Mom favoring our sisters and Lorna, and it snowballed into you talking about Zoe moving here.” I rem
It took every ounce of self-control not to give Viatrix control when Séréna offered a threesome with MY mates. I may be pissed about their backward and sexist mentality that I should give up my title to move here. That doesn’t mean I rejected them. I knew if either of them showed her a glimmer of hope that they’d sleep with her, rejection would be the least painful thing they’d experience. I would turn all offending parties into stone and throw them out a window. I’d rather turn one or both of my mates into literal Humpty Dumpties than ever feel the pain of them cheating on me, least of all with someone like her. I wouldn’t care that doing so might, in the worst case, cause a war with Ironfur and whatever pack that bitch is from. Kat and Tie would understand why I did it and have my back. Thank the Goddess, it didn’t come to that. Henrik put that bitch in her place. He was already in the lead if there was a competition between the brothers for me. Henrik may have agreed with Gunnar a
Damon’s words last night didn’t immediately sink in, but they did. He had a point. I never wanted to fight with Zoe. Fighting with my mate was never on my agenda, nor was it how I thought finding her would go. Fighting for her, sure. I’d fight for her. I’d fight at her side, too, but not against her. My wolf sure didn’t like that Zoe was mad at us, or more so, mad at me. He’d been ignoring me since she shut us out. He didn’t speak to me even when he took control to applaud Pollux for shutting that she-wolf I threw in the lake. He just pushed past to show his approval of his twin’s actions. I was on board with what Pollux did, too. That bitch needed to be told off. I fucked her once. Okay, if you want to be literal, it was three times, but in succession, so I count it as once. Either way, she was only in my bed once and would never be back, even if I hadn’t met Zoe. I slept around, I’ll admit, but I didn’t generally do repeats. Repeats gave the wrong impression that it was more than s
Damn, this mate bond. It makes even being annoyed with Gunnar and Henrik difficult. ‘Difficult or hard? You know, like their cocks were getting.’ Viatrix said, licking her chops and replaying the memory of seeing my mates naked. ‘Knock it off!’ I demanded and shook away the memory. The last thing I needed to think about while in the shower was Gunnar and Henrik’s big dicks. I knew that doing so would only lead to me getting hot and bothered and masturbating in the shower or showing up at breakfast as a horny mess. ‘I beg to differ. I think that’s exactly what you should do. Either fantasize about Gunnar and Henrik and get yourself off or get yourself worked up, and when we get over to their place, have them for breakfast.’ Viatrix suggested with a snicker. ‘You were never this dirty-minded before.’ I grumbled. ‘That’s because I didn’t give a flying fuck about the men you slept with before. They weren’t my mates, so why get hot and bothered? I reserve my desires for the ones I was
Why can’t things go the way I want? I rushed through my cold shower, so I’d have plenty of time to make something for breakfast and figure out how we would get her a coffee she’d like. This is the Adirondack Mountains. We don’t have fancy coffee. We have Folgers or Maxwell House. We have varied roasts, but not like espresso or something fancy. Lorna had snickered when she saw Gunnar and me in the kitchen making a mess. Such a loving and helpful sister-in-law she is. Neither of us knew what Zoe would want to eat, so we were making what we knew. Between us, we split up the duties of making pancakes, bacon, eggs, and biscuits with sausage gravy. I had been checking all the cabinets for something that might appease her for coffee when that nosey bitch Pollux shut up last night and came in with a note telling us Zoe needed us. While I didn’t trust that bitch as far as my nephew could throw her, something felt wrong. We aren’t fully mated, so it’s not like I could truly sense her being in
I still didn’t know what I would call justice for what Séréna and her lackey attempted to do. Gunnar and especially Henrik already had a set idea of what punishment the guy should at least get. It was shocking to see Henrik crush the guy’s hand while he was still a statue. It was shocking but not something that upset me or made me think less of Henrik for his actions. Sure, to some people, crushing a man’s hand would be considered extreme. And maybe if that hand hadn’t tried to assault me, I’d think it was extreme. However, he did try to assault me, and I’m okay with him losing his hand for it. Gunnar and Henrik may be reluctant about being Beta mates in Nebrodi, but what Henrik did proved they’d fit in great with my family. As Holly and Dean took Séréna and the one-handed jackass away, I considered what may happen from all this. Will their Alpha concede that their actions require punishment and handle it? Would he side with these nitwits? Would he think Henrik went too far and deman
Maybe bringing her to our rooms was a bad idea. Other women who crossed the threshold into either of our rooms didn’t stay long enough and were too preoccupied to notice things like my Swan Lake painting or Henrik’s Phantom of the Opera poster. So, we’ve never had to explain them to anyone. I got off easy because mine was one of Char’s paintings. Henrik, not so much since it’s a signed poster. Knowing her family’s history with that opera and that she is a singer gives him an in with her and the rest of her family. I’m not a singer or a painter. I’m not sure what she’d think of my well-hidden talent for ballet. I don’t disclose that to anyone. Henrik, Mom, and my instructor are the only ones who ever knew. Char may have painted the Swan Lake water painting in my room, but she didn’t give it to me. Mom did that. As glad as I was not to have further questions about the painting or poster, I wouldn’t say I liked how Zoe’s shoulders bunched as I walked into Henrik’s bathroom. It made me w
I didn’t want to know how long I spent in Henrik’s shower scrubbing every inch of my body. My skin was red and beyond exfoliated when Viatrix insisted I needed to stop. I still felt dirty, but I stopped. Indeed, to get beyond this. While what happened was bad, it didn’t escalate to something worse. I didn’t freeze, I reacted, and I prevented that asshole from doing something that would hurt me and my mates. Maybe I’ll feel better after Alpha Dorian punishes the guy and Séréna. I was hesitant when I poked my head out of Henrik’s bathroom and looked around. Logically, I knew I was perfectly safe. This wasn’t a shared hallway where some asshole or bitch could decide to attack me. This was my mate’s bedroom in the Alpha house, where people can’t just wander around as they want. The room was silent, and through the hole in their shared wall, I couldn’t see anyone in Gunnar’s room. Once I shoved my irrational worries aside, I found my luggage still in Gunnar’s room. They still need to expl
“Once upon a time long, long ago, at the dawn of werewolves, there was a werewolf called Petridis whom loyalty served and fought alongside Darkness and Light to protect their territory. It was thought Petridis was slain during the battle, but during a blue moon, he rose from the ashes of the fallen, his fur a glow in blue flames.” I began the story for the hundredth time since last year. I know what you’re thinking: what Disney kiddie version of the origins of Incubi did you walk into? You’re still in the right place. The birthday boy and girl have asked me to tell the blue moon story for their cousin Isaiah and Maverick. Why is Maverick here six years after his surprise visit for my and Henrik’s Beta ceremony? Because he’s basically in witness protection. His jackoff dad and psycho half-brother think he’s dead. Finn and Lorna took Maverick in, and when Desmond comes sniffing around, they send him to the various packs we Kilbourns live in to ensure Desmond and his bastard Cormac con
They say time flies when you’re having fun. I’ve had PLENTY of fun between the ages of eighteen and twenty-six, and let me tell you, those eight years did not fly by. So maybe that phrase should be more specific on the kind of fun it’s referring to because these last two years since I met my mates and gave birth to our twins feel like a blink. ‘Or maybe you were having the wrong kind of fun. Fucking around with those other males wasn’t fun. Fucking around with our mates…now THAT’S fun. Spending time without pups is also fun.’ Viatrix snorted. When I’d left home for that trip with Papa and Alexander, I’d hoped to find my mate. Gunnar and Henrik were nothing I expected or thought I’d ever want in a mate. They are arrogant, mouthy, and, at times, downright rude. But they also won’t take my shit. They call me out on my faults and love me not despite my faults but because of them. I didn’t realize what I always needed wasn’t my total opposite. “Iron sharpens iron, sweet pea.” Gunnar taun
It’s been seven months since our beta ceremony. We’d been doing all the tasks Kat assigned us leading up to our ceremony. It was her way of easing us into our roles. However, all bets were off after the ceremony. Kat piled more and more work on us. Thankfully, there were two of us, so we could handle it. I couldn’t be mad that she was giving us more work. It meant she trusted us, plus it took work off her plate as she closed in on her due date. By the time Kat had her surprise twins, we had taken a lot of duties off Kat’s plate. With Zoe and the other ranked members, we ensured the memorial festivities went off without a hitch. Of course, people asked where their Alpha and Luna were, and the pack was thrilled when Zoe addressed their absence in a speech announcing the birth of the twins. A month after Sal and Carletta were born, we moved into the five-bedroom, seven thousand-three hundred ninety-five square foot villa. We agreed to honor the Fayte family, so we didn’t want to make ma
Mama and Papa, of course, had already had their turn. Regina eagerly hugged us, happy that our children would be close in age. Ivan smiled and nodded with a firm handshake to Gunnar and Henrik. Next was my brother and Delilah. This was our first time in the same place with everything going on. Alexander hugged me and offered Gunnar his hand. “I haven’t formally introduced myself. Welcome to the family. I’m Alexander, and if you ever hurt or piss my sister off, I won’t provide medical assistance.” Alexander delivered his greeting with his serious face, confusing my mates as they shook his hand. “Are you fucking with us?” Gunnar asked. “Cause either way, if we piss Zoe off, we know the consequences, a stone timeout.” Henrik laughed. Delilah rolled her eyes and hugged me tightly, or as tight as someone with a belly as big as hers could. “I’m so happy for you, Zoe. You’ve found your mates, and now we all get to be truly family.” “Oh please, even if you were never my brother’s mate, we
There are a million ways tonight could have gone. Many things could have gone wrong, from meeting the extended Kilbourn family to telling Gunnar and Henrik about the pregnancy and their ceremony. At the airport, it went bad because Alfred was an asshole who needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. If Finn hadn’t gotten involved back at the packhouse, Alfred would have learned the hard way that there are worse things that can happen than being turned to stone. I’ll admit I was looking forward to seeing André, Zio Alec, or Mama put Alfred in his place. Sure, it was probably for the best that Finn did so. It still would’ve been far more entertaining if it was one of my family members. Alfred thought there was danger here when they landed, misguided fool. Any threat in Sicily would never be directed at the boy but at him for his stupidity. So, it would’ve been nice for him to learn that lesson. I thought that would be the end of it. Finn had commanded him not to speak unless in praise. Pr
Leave it to our dad to open his mouth and insert his foot so deep his toes are coming out of his ass. Are our suits our style? No. Are they something we’d pick for ourselves? No. Are they possibly just a bit too much? Maybe. Have we made a complaint about them beyond the fit? Hell fucking no. It doesn’t matter that André designed these suits to pair with Zoe’s gown. Knowing the designer is someone I don’t want to cross helps, but that’s not the point. We are in Nebrodi, and this is how things are done. Our suits are aligned with the styles of all the other ranked males. Dad should know better than to mock the customs of a foreign pack. He’s the one who told us always to be respectful while visiting another pack, as you never know who you could offend. And he’s just offended the wrong people. I wanted to see how he’d escape this if he could. The D’Amore family has yet to show they are the easily placated type. Even if he could somehow get out of trouble with some apologies and com
I knew Dad would say or do something to make Zoe angry. It was inevitable. Plus, I think she’s been itching to stone him since she first heard about his lack of involvement in our upbringing. So, it was never an if but a when that she’d stone him. While Lorna’s nephew's arrival with them was unexpected, there was no reason for his behavior. I don’t know what circumstances brought Maverick to Finn and Lorna’s doorstep, but there wasn’t a need to act like he was in danger here. It was disrespectful as fuck. It’s like he thought Nebrodi, Madonie, or Incubi would want to hurt the little kid. That was unacceptable, and he’s damn lucky Zoe was the only ranked member of the packs here. Dad and I may not see eye-to-eye on many things, but I don’t want to see him dead. And I’m about ninety percent sure that dead or at least hospitalized is what he’d be if he had pulled this shit and it was any of the D’Amores present. He should know better. Thankfully, we weren’t riding in the same car as Da
Watching Gunnar and Henrik interact with their nephews and nieces, despite the long separation, was a heartwarming sight. I had always known they were good with children, having witnessed their interactions with the heirs at Ironfur and here. But seeing them in this familial setting, I was certain they would be exceptional fathers. We had discussed the possibility of having children, but it was a different feeling to think about it as a near-future reality. I tried to hide my relief when they confessed they both hoped to be dads sooner rather than later. I managed to stop myself from touching my belly. I’d already been doing my best not to think about the positive pregnancy test I took this morning. Kat had been nagging me for a few days to take one and showed up in my office this morning when I was doing some last-minute work and had me take it. I haven’t been able to tell Gunnar and Henrik yet. I figured I’d wait till we got through to their family’s arrival. I wanted them to know
I knew the Petridis family learning about our talents would come out eventually. Just as I knew Henrik’s would instantly be accepted as Zoe and her parents are singers. There hadn’t been many occasions for me to show off my skills unless you count strip teases for Zoe or that happy dance the day after the family dinner when that hag Ersilia lost her head. Now that the bitch is dead, I was looking forward to things getting to a new normal. No more long days trying to track her down. The hunters, fuck it’s weird that hunters were on our side, were able to explain how Ersilia stayed hidden from being scented or magically tracked. Angels! Mother fucking ANGELS! I’d never seen one till I got a look at Bert. He was the only angel the hunters left alive for questioning. I don’t know if all angels smell the same, but Castor and I committed the scent to memory. I don’t understand why the angels were working with Ersilia and won’t till the hunters get Bert to crack, but if they were involved i