Another shot. This time because Zoe was trying to stop a super one-sided fight. And at least it wasn't just the twins?
I was physically and certainly mentally exhausted when my head hit my pillow. I should have fallen straight to sleep, yet, like always, I couldn’t. This whole trip has been nothing but restless sleep. I wanted to be in my bed, house, and territory. I wanted to be where the sights, sounds, and smells were familiar again. I wanted to go home, now probably more than ever. I didn’t think this was how finding my mate would go. Beyond only expecting to find one mate, I hadn’t ever thought I’d be so annoyed at my mate and his utter lack of consideration and respect for me that I’d use my gift against him. I did feel bad about turning Gunnar and Henrik to stone, or a part of me did. I know it was unfair of me, and I should have just walked away if I didn’t want an argument. ‘Instead, you lost your temper and turned them to stone.’ Viatrix helpfully interjected. ‘They may not have truly deserved it, but they needed a time out, and I needed some peace and quiet. I’d like peace and quiet, whi
I was ready to explain what I could about the situation. I didn’t know Primo’s agenda, but I could at least explain who he was and how he was connected to me. I assumed the reason the twins were here instead of their rooms was obvious to Finn. I wasn’t sure if he’d told his other ranked members that his brothers had found their mate. A good Alpha would have informed them in case there was trouble. “The third is our missing Madonie male.” A female announced as she approached us from the docks, stopping me from going into my explanation. “Holly? Who made you get out of bed for this bullshit?” Clarence asked. “Holly? As in the Holly of Bloodmoon?” I asked as I looked at the woman I’d never met. She visibly shivered when I said Bloodmoon. I grimaced as I realized that probably wasn’t the best reference. She lost her mate and moved here to get away from those memories. “My apologies. I shouldn’t have referenced you in such a manner. We’ve heard good things about you from Darren, Isis,
I barely know my mate, and while part of me already loves her because of the bond, this turning me to stone shit is getting OLD. I was perfectly justified in beating the crap out of little shit. He came here looking for my mate and had the fucking balls to ask to be invited into her room. Like fucking hell, I was going to let that fly. Yet, as Henrik and I were freed, I didn’t see that asshole anywhere. Did he get out of being stoned? I would lose my shit if he didn't get turned to stone too. That would not be fair. We’re supposed to be her mates. We’re the ones who should’ve gotten out of getting turned to stone. Finn, Clarence, Zoe, and her dad were the only people standing around. I could see footprints in the snow and smell Holly and that asshole’s fading scent. So, he’d been here and taken away. Why was he getting special fucking treatment? I don’t care that he’s a visiting wolf. He crossed a line with our mate and should face the consequences. ‘Look at you admitting she’s
First, they disrespected me by calling me ‘woman’ at the ball. Then, they were still in denial that they were both my mates and tried to get me to stay the night with one of them. After that, they snuck over here and attacked Primo, who was stupid and unaware that I had found my mates. Then, they had the balls to suggest and test my ability to defend myself. What was I going to do with these two? ‘I could think of a few things.’ Viatrix practically purred. She hadn’t liked that I’d used force against Henrik, but she also couldn’t fault me. They were the ones who underestimated me and, therefore, her. So, a lesson was necessary. I am beyond men who think that because I’m a woman and smaller than them, I’m weak. I am NOT weak, damn it. ‘It wasn’t a rhetorical question. I could think of several things to do, to and with them. But none of those will happen while things remain unsettled between us.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘Don’t get too wrapped up with your mates. You still need to call you
You’d think after thirty years of being Gunnar’s twin, I’d have learned not to do the stupid shit he tells me to. Pollux told me testing our mate’s skills was a bad idea. I should have listened to him and not Gunnar. Instead, I listened to my brother and got my ass kicked more efficiently than Holly’s ever kicked my ass in training. It was hot. It hurt like hell, but it was hot. Not many women I know could take me down like that. It doesn’t change that I owe my brother some additional pain. Let’s see how he likes getting a kick to the balls, his foot stomped, an elbow to the stomach, and landing hard on his back. That could wait. And apparently, so could getting more answers from our mate. I’d have protested that having a conversation was more important than her figuring out what time it was in Sicily, but this phone call was to get that pick out of my territory. That is something I’m all about. I want him far the fuck away from Zoe. I’m glad he’s not from her pack, which means there
Henrik may move silently, but it’s anything but when he falls. Maybe it’s the mate bond, or it’s been exactly ten months since I last got laid. Yes, I started to abstain from sex a month before we started this trip, but having Henrik’s weight on me felt so damn good. Sure, I was on a call with Kat, but I wanted to hang up and see if Henrik would be willing to stay right where he is. Well, not exactly where he was. I’d suggest a change in position to line up better and maybe lose the clothes. ‘Now you’re talking. And tell Gunnar to join.’ Viatrix was on board with my dirty thoughts. The dirty thoughts all went out the window when Gunnar leaned on the footboard, and the bed collapsed, and that very pretty water painting of the lake at sunset across four seasons crashed down. I was pretty sure there was glass in my hair, but I wasn’t worried about myself. That painting fell on Henrik’s back. So, if anyone would’ve gotten hurt by the glass, it was him. Despite all that. Although he was
For being twins, Henrik did not get the agile genes like me. There’s no way I would’ve tripped over her shoes unless I did it on purpose. However, it wouldn’t have been a bad idea if Henrik had done that on purpose beyond the breaking of Char’s painting and the bed. It got him on top of her. I certainly wouldn’t have minded being on top of her. Peeved he was, yet not enough to grab him by the scruff as if it was that little shithead from earlier. There was no point in arguing with Zoe when she started giving orders. Zoe wasn’t the first female to order me around. It was just the first time I’d been willing to obey. That makes sense because she’s my mate, while taking orders from Mom or my sisters is just a pin in my ass. Even though I felt comfortable-ish with the situation of seeing Henrik on top of her like that, I felt off when I left them alone in the bedroom. It wasn’t a new feeling, just a new one for this situation. It was that feeling of being left out. As one of eight kids,
We had vastly different reactions when Gunnar ‘caught’ Henrik and me. Poor Henrik was behaving like he was caught doing something wrong. There was nothing wrong with that kiss. We’re mates. He’s supposed to kiss me. We’re supposed to be attracted to each other. So, I didn’t act like anything was wrong with what Gunnar walked in on. And now that he was here, I could fill that hole I felt while kissing Henrik. I didn’t have a plan when I moved off Henrik’s lap. I just felt the pull to Gunnar. I had felt he was missing, and now he was here. I wanted to touch and kiss him just like I did with Henrik. So, I couldn’t help myself. Maybe I was seducing him to circumvent any potential jealousy he felt about seeing me kissing Henrik. I don’t know. I just knew I needed to touch him. I’ve never shied from comparing men’s performances. How else would I decide who was worth a second ride? So, of course, I was comparing Henrik and Gunnar’s kissing styles. Maybe it wasn’t right or fair of me. They a
“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