“Ma… stop fussing over me already.” I try to dodge my mother as she attempts to attack my face with a baby wipe. I’m as clean as I’m going to get. I already took a damn shower.
“You’ve got something on your upper lip. I want you to look presentable if you’re being sent to aid another pack. You might find a second chance mate.” Mom huffed once again, trying to yank my face down to her to clean some invisible grime from my face.
“Ma, it’s called facial hair.” I groaned as she tried to rub off my facial hair. I’ve been trying to actually let my facial hair grow in.
I wanted to point out the chance of finding a second chance mate was near impossible. But since Beta John’s mate ended up being a human, people have started believing in miracles.
“That’s supposed to be facial hair?” Suzie giggled as she unzipped my duffle bag. I growled, trying to reach her, but mom had me by the collar before getting her.
“Stay out of my stuff, Suzie.” I growled. My little sister rolled her eyes at me and started digging through my bag.
As long as she doesn’t find the condoms, I’m good. I know they’re not something I should bring to war, but while I have no hopes of a second chance mate I certainly won’t be unprepared to hook up.
“EEEWWWWW!” Suzie squealed, throwing the box of condoms like they were wolfsbane.
I groaned and winced as my mother’s hold on my collar tightened, and her claws were digging into my skin. “When did those become standard issue gear for warriors? Who do you think you are, Stephen Rhett Walterson?”
Great. Now I’m going to get a lecture. I don’t have time for this. I need to report to the airstrip to not miss the plane. I can’t fuck this up. This is my first big assignment as a pack warrior. I’m one of the youngest warriors chosen to go.
Dad’s heavy footfalls echoed off the hardwood as he entered the kitchen. “Edith, let the boy go.” He sighed as he picked up the condoms.
“He’s an eighteen-year-old man, not a little boy. And there is nothing wrong with him having condoms. Better to be prepared than to find out a few months later we’re grandparents.” He shook his head, putting the box back into my duffle and zipping it.
Mom huffed but let me go. “Just stay out of trouble. You are going there to help fight a war. Goddess, you’re too young for war.” Mom frowned.
I sighed, grabbing my duffle. “Thanks, pop. And ma, I’m not too young. I joined the pack warriors when I was sixteen.”
“I’ll be fine. Alpha Logan wouldn’t have selected me if he didn’t think I could handle it.” I assured her, giving my mom a hug and kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll call you once I am allowed to.” I promised as she hugged me tighter, almost cutting off my air.
“A..air. Ma…air.” I gasped, tapping her shoulder. Thank Goddess she let go, and I could catch my breath.
She seems to forget her strength at times. Then again, she also seems to forget that Conway isn’t as strong as he was after losing Lexia.
I’m lucky he’s still around. And that’s probably more to do with the fact that we hadn’t gotten close to Lexia. We’d only scented her and made eye contact before the alarms went off, and she had to take shelter, and I had to report to fight.
I didn’t even know her name until after it was over and I went to find her. Only to find her sobbing mother holding her limp body.
I felt numb as Conway howled in agony. Conway didn’t speak or do anything for a year. A year of being able to feel my wolf, but he didn’t communicate, and I couldn’t shift.
It was hell, but he didn’t die, so that was good. It just took him time to recover. And even now, he’s not fully recovered. I just try to do what I can to help keep him from letting go completely.
I’ve been considering maybe taking a chosen mate. Of course, it would have to be someone that Conway and I agree on. So I’ve already ruled out all the humans I attend college with. Some are cute, but I want a werewolf mate. That way, Conway will have a she-wolf counterpart.
I sighed as I heard Clement laying on the horn of his jeep. I hate that guy, but he’s the only person who lives near my place that could give me a ride. Another reason I need to get my own car. I’m saving up to hopefully get one this fall.
“I’ll see you all soon. I’ll bring back a souvenir from Sicily.” I promised, hefting my duffle over my shoulder. Suzie begrudgingly hugged me as mom nudged her in my direction. Then dad gave me a hard pat on the shoulder before I was out the door.
“Dude, what took you so long? I want to get out of here. We’re going to fucking Italy! Imagine how many hot Italian girls we can hook up with.” Clement was grinning as I climbed into the passenger seat.
‘Can we kill him?’ Conway grumbled. ‘He speaks of females so disrespectfully. I pity his mate.’ He scoffed from where he was lying in our shared mind-space.
‘Sadly no. I wish, but who knows, we’re going to war. Anything could happen.’ I sighed.
“Sorry, ma was being well a mom.” I shrugged, giving a half-hearted apology.
It wasn’t like he was waiting long. Hell, he didn’t even come to the door or link me that he was here. Just laid on the horn-like an asshole.
“That’s why I’m glad I moved out as soon as I could. Can’t live with your mom and expect to get laid, man.” Clement scoffed as he skidded away from the curb.
I rolled my eyes. “You talk like you get laid.” I scoffed. I ignored him, growling at me calling him out for it.
“I’m more liking to get laid than you are.” Clement scoffed. “I mean, what female is going to want a broken wolf like you.”
That got Conway on his paws growling. Thank the Goddess we were already pulling up to the airstrip. I was opening the door before he could even come to a stop.
“I should kill you. You don’t get to talk that way to me. You have no idea what it’s like to survive. And I feel sorry for your mate. No one deserves to have a piece of shit that disrespects females for a mate.”
I grabbed my duffle from the back, intentionally hitting him in the head with it as I hopped out. “Stay out of my way while we are in Sicily.” I warned, double-timing it to where the others had started to gather around Captain Darren Delaney.
Now Darren Delaney is a wolf I actually look up to. I’ve actually been considering enlisting in the military to get that experience he and his brothers got. And yes, there would be the benefit of getting away from the pack and the reminder that I’m forever mateless.
If I manage one thing on this mission, it will be learning as much as I can from people like Darren Delaney and Collin Kearney. So my plan is to stick close to them. To prove my worth as a warrior. And stay as far away from Clement as possible.
Not that Clement makes that easy. He didn’t make anything easy for anyone after we arrived in Incubi. First, by saying stupid shit like how he can’t wait to fight.
We are here to stop a war. That doesn’t mean we have to kill people. We don’t even know what kind of conflict we are walking into.
Conway couldn’t sense any malice in the air when we pulled our convoy over. I wasn’t going to fight people who don’t actually want to be fighting.
Which is why I stayed with the convoy and went into town. I was pleased to arrive at the Incubi town hall. Odd that they don’t have a packhouse, but okay.
Especially when a gorgeous blonde greeted us. “Welcome to Incubi. I’m Zoe Petridis, daughter of our Beta.” She introduced herself before gesturing to the older version of herself, though with a different shade of blue eyes.
“And this is my mother, Beta Isadora Petridis.” I rather like her voice. The accent is hot.
“We will assign you rooms for your stay here with us. Please follow us.” So I, like the rest of us that arrived first, happily followed Zoe and Beta Isadora inside and to our rooms.
I was respectful, trying to not watch the sway of her hips like some of the unmated males. And, of course, Clement showed up and screwed up. My room is regrettably across the hall from him. So I saw the whole thing.
The moment he slapped her ass, I grimaced because she’s a Beta heir. Anyone messing with her is in for a world of hurt. And I was not wrong. Conway even blinked, sitting up when Zoe turned Clement to a statue with a glare.
‘Now that is a gift.’ Conway commented. I have to agree. Of the gifts I’ve seen, this one takes the cake. And has the added bonus that now Clement was silent.
I was well aware when Clement unfroze. Tragically it wasn’t permanent. I was the one that had to go find Collin since Captain Darren seemed occupied with the Incubi Alpha heir. I also got to witness Clement’s next bout of stupidity.
He sexually harassed a Beta heir and insults her and then the Alpha heir in the morning. I winced when I watched Alpha André pin Clement to the wall and threatened him. He seriously is stupid.
I can’t help but wonder if Clement was sent here to die. I don’t know Alpha Logan well enough to make that assumption. But I have to say, if I was in charge, I’d look for a way to dispose of Clement without getting my hands dirty.
I’d been sent to our family’s vacation home by the coast three months ago. I didn’t even know that Ignazio had killed my parents for a month. I’d held out some invisible hope that Ivan was able to get them somewhere safe too.Ignazio had utterly lost his mind. Killing Alpha Ugo and Luna Mirella just because he didn’t want to wait to find his mate to become Alpha. I always knew he was off, but I didn’t think he was so crazy and stupid to kill his parents.And he continued the slaughter with our Betas, my parents, and even the Delta couple and their son when they wouldn’t bend to his will. I’m not sure how I feel that Ivan and Gastone support him. I want to believe at least Ivan only follows Ignazio to protect me.I don’t want to belie
Clement’s presence and stupidity aside, being in Incubi isn’t that bad. Even if I almost made an ass of myself by getting too close to Luna Crista’s younger sister. But thankfully, Darren was about to point out my misstep, and I was able to quickly correct it. At least I didn’t get on his bad side, or at least that’s what I’m going to believe. He did choose to bring me with his team when Madonie attacked again. As we raced to fight, I felt apprehensive. Not about fighting. I’m willing to fight and protect as needed. No, my issue was I knew we were going to face a dozen or so enemies, yet I felt no malice or hate coming from their direction. When the Syndicate attacked Bloodmoon two years ago, I knew where they were. I felt their malice and hate for our people. I didn’t feel any of that as Conway
I’m a fair fighter, but I’m not as strong as other wolves. ‘I’m sorry about that.’ Conway apologized.‘Don’t. You don’t need to apologize. Losing Lexia hurt us both, but you took the brunt of it, taking my heartbreak as well as your own.’ I assured him. I don’t want him getting down on himself.Two years ago, I was strong. In a fight, I could even beat my mom, whose gift is her strength. But then the Syndicate attacked, and I lost Lexia the same day I met her. Losing a mate can kill a wolf.So I’m lucky to be alive, and that Conway eventually came back to me. I don’t mind being half the strength I used to be. As long as I still have Conway, we can still fight.
I was not in the mood to do anything for Ignazio. I have already hated him since childhood. I don’t care that he’s supposed to be my Alpha. He’s a bastard, and I want his heart on a platter and his head on a spike.Then he murders my parents, starts this war, gets our packmates hurt and possibly killed, and even knowing I’m his mate, he cuts my tongue out with a silver blade.He’s a psychopath and needs to die. I’m only here because I have no choice. I can only hope that I find Ivan alive, and maybe we can run far away from Ignazio.Hell, I’d be willing to sell Ignazio out to the Incbi Alpha. I don’t know much, but I would help see him dead and my pack safe.I’d been terrified last night
If Ignazio was only keeping Amelia alive until he could get a chosen mate, that must mean that’s the answer. Amelia taking a chosen mate could free her from him.Or at least that’s what Conway and I are thinking. And well, it kind of feels like fate, or maybe the Goddess did have some plan when she took Lexia so soon and paired Amelia to that monster.‘Captain Darren?’ I called out through the pack link wanting to be sure. ‘If Ignazio is waiting for a chosen mate to rid himself of his bond to Amelia… wouldn’t the reverse work?’‘You mean her taking a chosen mate? Yes, that would work.’ Darren confirmed.‘Problem with your plan, kid. There would have to be someone to take as a
Is this guy for real? He’s angry at Ignazio on my behalf. He’s angry at people mocking my weight. Calling me a sunflower. Saying I’m beautiful, strong, seeking light even in the dark, and standing tall against the odds.Are all males in his pack like him? Are these romantic notions something young males are taught in his pack? Do they have a class on how to woo a female? They must because I can’t believe a male would on their own have such thoughts.‘He’s being sincere, though. There’s nothing false about his words. There is no deception in his eyes.’ Faith sighed.‘Are you swooning? Seriously? I thought as a wolf spirit you wouldn’t want anyone but your fated mate.’ I questioned.
She probably thinks I’m blowing smoke up her ass with everything I’ve been saying. I kind of feel a bit foolish talking like this. I mean, who really says shit like this? Compares a girl to a sunflower.‘Apparently, you do. And it’s obviously working. Plus, it’s not like you don’t mean it. It would be different if you were just saying all this. But you mean it.’ Conway pointed out, trying to give me a pep talk.He’s right. He’s usually right. I mean what I’m saying, even if I feel self-conscious about saying it. Better than I’m the one feeling self-conscious than Amelia.I already don’t like the Madonie pack, or at least anyone who ever called her names. And I fucking hate Ignazio. I don’t use the word hate ea
I can’t believe I had my first kiss. Too bad it was to try and counter the pain I felt from Ignazio being with someone else.Also, too bad that nearly half my tongue is missing. I could tell Stephen wanted to deepen the kiss. Or at least I thought that’s what it meant when his tongue brushed against my lips.Probably a good thing the nurse interrupted us. I don’t know if I would’ve been comfortable with French kissing.I don’t want him to be repulsed by my nub of a tongue. I don’t think I can face that reaction, especially with how sweet he’s been to me.I should count myself lucky that I was left with enough of my tongue to taste anything at all. Somehow, I’m not surprised that Stephen tasted like a
The bathroom mirror reflected Evie and me standing side by side, and for a moment, I couldn’t help but marvel at how surreal everything felt. My soft pink lace dress hugged my figure, the delicate floral appliqués shimmering faintly under the warm bathroom light. The fitted bodice gave way to a flowing A-line skirt, and the soft curls of my hair framed my face, half pinned up at Evie’s suggestion. It was rare that I felt this beautiful, but tonight wasn’t just any night—it was Valentine’s Day, and for the first time, I had someone to share it with. Evie adjusted the sweetheart neckline of her lavender mermaid gown, and I turned to watch her. The dress hugged her figure like it was made just for her, the appliquéd beads catching the light with every slight movement. Her brown curls cascaded over her shoulders, soft waves framing her glowing amber eyes. She caught me staring and smirked, her cheeks flushing faintly. “You’re staring again, you know.” “Can you blame me?” I teased, step
It was well into the evening when persistent knocking pulled me from blissful sleep. My body felt heavy, and I blinked in confusion, slowly realizing that Sophie’s bare back lay beneath my hand. Memories of our bond flooded back—her teeth at my neck, the thrill of becoming mates. The knocking came again, sharper this time. As I lifted my head, I noticed Sophie sleeping peacefully, her dark hair splayed around her. I almost ignored the sound to stay curled around her warmth, but my wolf, Noria, grew annoyed. My phone lay dead on the sofa; I had missed any calls. Reluctantly, I slipped from her side, pulling on some clothes and tying my messy hair into a ponytail. I glanced at my reflection—happy but tired. I shut the bedroom door quietly and moved to the front door, where the knocking continued urgently. I peered through the peephole and recognized my parents, Andrew and Roxanne. A wave of unease washed over me. My parents rarely showed up unannounced. Taking a deep breath, I open
Evie placed her hands on either side of my head, trapping me against the door. My heart fluttered, filled with anticipation. Her gaze dropped to my lips, the questions swirling in her mind. Before she could speak, I gripped her sweater and pulled her closer, our torsos bumping together. A soft gasp escaped her, and our restraint snapped. We kissed hungrily, with a fervor that bordered on desperation. All the pent-up longing, the nights I’d lain awake in France, imagining my mate and our first night together, now guided every motion. The taste of her lips intoxicated me, and I sighed against her mouth, letting her slip her arms around my waist. A strangled moan escaped my throat when her fingers skated under my sweater, brushing the warm skin beneath. Between kisses, we shed more layers. First, my sweater, then hers, tossed onto the floor. A flush heated my skin when I realized I was standing here in my bra and pants. Under normal circumstances, I might have felt self-conscious, but E
I stood in the doorway of my apartment, my heart pounding so loudly that I was sure Sophie could hear it. The overhead lamp cast a warm light across the living room, illuminating the scattered evidence of my messy lifestyle—music sheets, guitar cables, and a precariously tilted cello case. She and I had come all this way—quite literally, on her part—and the reality that she was truly here, in my space, felt surreal. Sophie’s breath fanned across my cheek as she leaned in, and the tension in the air crackled with electric anticipation. My pulse raced, every inch of me straining toward her. The fresh scent of her skin—warm and a little sweet—curled around my senses, chasing away the lingering chill from outside. Her gray-blue eyes searched my face, and I realized she was waiting for me to close the final gap between us. I whispered her name, unable to control the tremor in my voice. The corner of her mouth quirked with the slightest hint of a smile, and I felt a surge of daring race th
Standing in my childhood bedroom in Paris, I considered canceling my flight for a Valentine’s Day mate gathering in Silverclaw. My father insisted I wouldn’t meet my mate if I stayed in Les Hurleurs Sanctifiés, the pack I grew up in. At twenty-one, I was well past the age when many wolves find their mates; friends had found theirs by eighteen or nineteen. My mother encouraged me, saying the bond was worth the effort. So, as Valentine’s Day approached, I gave in and booked my flight to Portland, Oregon, the nearest major airport to the Silverclaw Pack in Washington. It all made sense on paper: attend the mate gathering, meet wolves from other packs, and perhaps walk away with the partner fate had promised me since birth. In my heart, though, I was nervous. What if it turned out the same as all the other mate gatherings? What if I left, still feeling that lonely ache in my chest? I pushed away the thought as best I could. The flight was long—from Paris to Amsterdam and then to Portland
Winters in Bloodmoon have always been beautiful, but it’s the kind of beauty best shared with someone else. I had no someone else. I was alone in my tiny apartment, in that awkward in-between place where my wolf demanded companionship I still hadn’t found. I’m eighteen, living on my own for the first time, enrolled at the University of Portland for music…and mateless. It was lonely in ways I couldn’t describe to my friends. At university, my classmates saw a seemingly normal freshman, a girl with a bright smile, wavy brown hair, and a knack for the cello. They didn’t see how my wolf, Noria, prowled inside me, restless and craving that fabled mate bond. It was a Friday night, one I should have spent partying or doing anything with friends. Instead, I planned an evening of tragic solitude. I’d just flopped onto my sofa, halfheartedly scrolling through N*****x. My reflection in the dark TV screen caught my eye first: hair tumbling past my shoulders in loose brown waves, warm-toned skin w
Dear Readers, Love has a way of surprising us—especially when fate steps in. Thread of Destiny is a story about friendship, longing, and the magic of fated mates. It’s a sapphic paranormal romance that blends the thrill of unexpected love with the warmth of a second-chance connection. If you’ve been following my stories, you may already be familiar with Evie and Sophie. Evie Rock is the younger sister of Rohan Rock, whose love story with Shikoba Thorn unfolded in Cult of Love (featured in The Genius Delta). Sophie Blanchett was first introduced as the French nanny caring for Rohan and Shikoba’s twin daughters. Their paths crossed in the past, but they were just side characters in someone else’s love story. Now, it’s their turn. Evie also made a small cameo in Her Second Chance Mate, and some of you may remember last year’s Valentine’s novella, A Moonlight Valentine, where love took center stage. This year, fate is weaving a new thread, one that connects two hearts who never expected
Dear Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read this Anthology. I hope you have enjoyed all the stories it contained. With the conclusion of The Hybrid’s Vampire, we have come to the official end of this Anthology. I will take the rest of November off to work on a project. You can follow me on social media to stay current on what I'm working on. I will return to Goodnovel in December with Her Second Chance Mate, Alex Whitland and Holly Boland's story. Bring tissues! See you son and thanks for all your support! Bryant
As we entered the hall, I locked eyes with the various members of our family, and my vampire bandmates posted up around the room. Someone I knew was truly loyal to us was watching all the exits, which made me feel safer. The elders and their sons were already waiting on the stage. Christian, Elton, and Otto spotted us and hurried over with concerned expressions. “What’s wrong?” I asked, skipping any small talk. “Something feels… off,” Christian whispered, beckoning us to an alcove away from others. “Define off,” Sage said. “Beyond that, your families and the vampires are on high alert and watching all the exits?” Otto folded his arms. “They were weird all day. What’s up with that?” Elton asked. “Back to what’s off.” I nodded my chin to Christian. “Our dads and grandads. They... I can’t place it, but they’ve been acting weird the closer we’ve gotten to the ceremony.” Christian whispered. “Spit it out, kid.” I hissed. “Auðr.” Sage elbowed me. “I’m gonna need you to elaborate.