Awe. Welcome Johanna and Kai!! I can already see the trouble this duo will cause with Kat and Tie’s twins.
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
“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
Why was Alexander the lucky you to be called home? I’m not saying I haven’t enjoyed traveling around Europe, Asia, and Africa. It had been a blast to get this time to meet other packs, start building alliances, and spend quality time with Papa and Alexander. We can’t spend as much time as a family after the war. We all had our Beta duties to our packs and our D’Amore to watch over.The issue I have had with being gone is told parts. I missed seeing my baby sister bring the broody giant Ivan to heel. That subject alone has multiple layers. And one of those layers leads us to my second issue. My BABY sister found her mate before me. I have visited all these packs and nothing!I know finding my mate wasn’t the focus of this trip, but damn it, I was hopeful. My wolf was optimistic. We both had this good feeling
The best way to wake up is a blow job. Nothing revs my engine like waking up to plump lips wrapped around my cock, licking and sucking on it like her favorite lollipop. Too bad that wasn’t how my day started.No, my day started with a fucking AIRHORN being blasted near my ear. I jolted out of bed, hands over my ringing ears, certain my eardrums blew. I didn’t care that I was naked or that I knocked whatever her name was out of bed in the process. I turned, looking for the source of this unwelcome wake-up. My eyes narrowed on Holly Boland, who stood with the airhorn in one hand and the other resting on her wide hip, a look of annoyance on her otherwise pretty face.I could tell her to smile more, even offer to put a smile on those lips. I could, but
I knew that Ironfur was essentially in the middle of nowhere. I hadn’t considered what that entailed until I exited the plane. I hadn’t expected a metropolis or anything. It was a private airstrip, again not uncommon for werewolf packs with the space to build one. The three Sicilian packs use the same private airstrip. It helps avoid possible issues with humans. There was nothing to see besides two buildings: the hangar and the other for people traveling. It was all trees as far as I could see. I enjoy nature as much as the next werewolf, but I suddenly missed civilization and worried about what we would be walking into. “This way, Beta Damon and Beta Zoe. There is a car waiting.” Dean waved us on as he and another Ironfur pack member grabbed our bags. It had been cold in Massachusetts, but it had been tolerable. It was below freezing as snow was on the ground, and I could see my breath in the air. I was happy to get into the warmth of the running SUV Alpha Finn had sent to pic
One of the downsides of being a spare heir is that you often get assigned the bitch work. It doesn’t help that it feels like this is punishment for fucking that girl last night. Scratch that. This is not punishment for who I fucked. Nope, I’m being punished for who GUNNAR fucked and threw in the lake.Not saying she didn’t deserve that shit. She put a HOLE in the wall between mine and Gunnar’s bedrooms. It took us YEARS to get our own bedrooms. Knowing Finn, he will make Gunnar and me do the grunt work of repairing the wall. I can’t exactly argue with that logic. I can, however, say that I shouldn’t have to help Gunnar. I wasn’t the one that dipped my dick in crazy and stupid.“What did that garland ever do to you?” Holly taunted as she walked up, her little boy Samuel holding her han
Our rooms at Ironfur were nice. My room even had a beautiful view of the lake. Papa’s room was across the hall, so he had a view of the drive and wooded area of the narrow island. He didn’t seem to mind. The two other rank-blooded females flanked my room. Séréna has kept to herself, probably in her best interest. I have a feeling she’d be a pain in my ass while I’m here—the other female, April seemed polite enough. The male, Gamma Heir Emmett, was another story.“Beta Zoe, may I have a moment?” Emmett paused, fist raised to knock when I opened my bedroom door.In a few years, he might be cute. He has potential, but he’s still young. Or he looks young. I could be wrong, and he’s closer to my age than
I thought tonight would be a bust, like every mate ball I’ve attended, but worse. Why worse? Because while I didn’t expect to find my mate if Lorna wasn’t watching me like a hawk and cockblocking me, I’d at least have someone to fuck tonight lined up. I love my sister-in-law as much as I love my actual sisters, but I don’t like it when anyone interferes in my sex life. It could be worse. I could be stuck with Mom like Henrik. I had managed to escape my sister initially by telling her I smelled something. She took that to mean I’d scented my mate and let me go searching for her. I smelled something. It was the smell of roast duck coming from the kitchen. I truly smelled my mate when I was about to duck into the kitchen for a snack. That rich amber, soothing sandalwood and vanilla musk scent had me veering away from the kitchen and making a beeline for the deck. I was in my own world. I’m sure I stepped on a few feet and pushed my way between couples. I didn’t care. I was a wolf on a