Today has been a whirlwind of changes. Hell, the last twenty-four hours have been a trip. Last night, I shifted for the first time, and now I’ve also found my mate. I still don’t know how I feel about my mate being Austin.
‘Why are humans so difficult?’ Kayla scoffed.
‘Excuse me?’ I arched my brow.
‘You heard me. Why are humans, or I guess just you, so difficult? This isn’t rocket science. It’s actually really simple. He’s our mate. Therefore, we should be with him.’ Kayla sighed.
‘It’s not that simple. You don’t know what Austin was like.’ I frowned.
‘WAS!’ Kayla shouted, making my head hurt.
‘What he WAS like! I don’t give a fuck what he WAS like. And I know exactly how he used to be. Remember, I can access all your memories from before I awakened.’ Kayla rolled her eyes.
‘People don’t just change personalities overnight.’ I countered.
‘It’s been YEARS! Our mate has focused on improving himself, of making himself a better man for YEARS!’ Kayla insisted.
And I hate that she’s right. Because it’s not like it was only a few days or even months ago that Austin was still going by Clement and acting like an asshole.
“That isn’t a sudden shift. That is a gradual change. A change Austin decided to make. You heard him in the car tonight. He got a wake-up call after returning from war and decided to be better.’ Kayla continued her rant.
‘And now we get to be the ones who benefit from his change. We get to be with the man he has become. And we will be the ones that get to see him continue on this path of self-improvement and perhaps grow and improve with him.’ Kayla finally shut up.
‘Okay, enough with the wolf sage rant. I get it. It’s hard to let go of the past, even though I want to.’ I sighed.
‘I mean, I saw the change in him while going to physical therapy. And I thought there was something between us, but when I dared to make my feelings known, that bimbo was all over him. And yes, I know he said they weren’t together, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t get together.’ I sighed.
‘Don’t worry about his past. Be that his former attitude or any lovers. We may not have been his first, but we will be his last, and that’s what matters most. So give him a chance, or I’ll make your life miserable.’ Kayla warned.
I rolled my eyes, tuning her out as I rolled over in my bed, trying to fall asleep. Not the easiest task. It annoyed me because I usually fall asleep pretty quick. Instead, I laid there awake for I had no idea how long, contemplating what I would do about Austin, us being mates, and then dealing with telling my brother.
‘Suzanne.’ A voice called out in my head.
‘Leave me alone, Kayla.’ I grumbled at the intrusion.
‘I didn’t say anything.’ Kayla grumbled right back.
‘Not your wolf, honey.’ A masculine voice chuckled.
Honey? Who the fuck? I know it’s not dad, and Stephen is too far away to link me. So who the hell could that be?
‘You’ve not used the pack link yet?’ The male voice sighed.
Oh, crap, the pack link! That’s right. Now that I have shifted, I’m in the pack link.
‘Um…no. Who is this? So I know who I’m going to kill later cause this is super intrusive of some rando packmate.’ I growled.
‘Rando? I’m not sure how offended I should be that you can’t place my voice.’ The voice chuckled.
I was trying to place the voice. But honestly, I was drawing a blank at first. But the chuckle clicked in my head.
‘AUSTIN!?’ I exclaimed, sitting up suddenly in my bed, pulling my blanket to my chin as if he was in the room.
‘Bingo. Now that we’ve got that covered. You have school today, right?’ Austin questioned.
I groaned, running a hand over my face before looking at my alarm clock. I have over an hour before I need to head to school. Austin woke me up before my alarm. Dick.
‘Um… yeah, I have school. But I don’t even have to leave for another hour.’ I rolled my eyes.
‘Good. I’ll be there in ten.’ He informed me.
‘What? Wait? Ten minutes? I just said I don’t have to leave for an hour! I’m still in bed!’ I exclaimed.
He is out of his damn mind if he thinks I can be ready to go anywhere that isn’t the kitchen to make a bowl of cereal in ten minutes. There is no way I would be prepared to see him or leave the house in ten minutes
‘Is that so? Wearing anything interesting?’ Austin taunted.
I gasped, blushing at what he was asking and the one he was asking it in. Thank the Goddess that the link doesn’t let him actually see me.
‘I… I am not telling you what I am wearing, Austin Shelton.’ I snorted.
‘Hmm… let me guess. I’m rather good at this.’ I could practically hear him smirking.
‘I don’t think telling your mate you’re rather good at guessing what women are wearing is a good way to start the day.’ I huffed.
‘I meant at guessing in general. But down, girl. No need to get your hackles up.’ Austin sighed.
‘Now then. As I was saying. I’d say there are three options. Most likely, I’m going to say a worn oversized t-shirt, probably one of Stephen’s or maybe your dad’s. And you have it paired with… fleece Hello Kitty pajama bottoms.’ Austin continued on with his guessing game.
I blushed brightly because, damn it, he’s right. I’m wearing Dad’s University of Portland tee from his college days and a pair of fleece Hello Kitty pjs.
But he doesn’t need to know that!
‘You are ridiculous. I don’t even like Hello Kitty.’ I put up what I think is a good front.
‘That might be true. I mean, last time I was at your house, you were like ten, and your room was very pink like Pepto Bismol threw up all over, and your bed had Hello Kitty bedding.’ Austin teased.
I grumbled, looking around my room. I had retired the bedding, but I hadn’t painted it. I like pink, there is nothing wrong with that.
‘Creepy that you remember the details of a ten-year-old’s bedroom.’ I sighed.
‘Maybe, but it was my mate’s bedroom.’ He countered.
I rolled my eyes, getting out of bed, figuring if I stalled him long enough, I could have my outfit planned and maybe get a shower in before he arrived.
‘Now, if you are going to deny what I’m sure is the truth. You could have grown up and started wearing more revealing pajamas.’ He pondered.
‘So could be wearing pajama shorts and a matching tank. And it’s cold this morning, so I would guess nipples are pronounced if you’re in a tank top.’ Austin carried on.
I blushed, glancing down at my chest. Of course, you can’t tell anything through this shirt, but I know it’s cold and that my nipples were well aware it’s cold. But more than that, they seem to know Austin’s talking about them.
‘Ugh, you are such a dumbass.’ I grumbled.
‘Hmm. Well, that just leaves the final option. I’m not thinking it is right because I don’t see you sleeping naked while living at your parents’ house.’ He casually stated.
‘OH, MY GODDESS! You are deplorable.’ I shouted.
“I said I don’t think it’s the right one. I mean, I’m all for you sleeping naked. But you can save that for when you’re in my bed.’ Austin answered smugly.
‘Wow. You’re already assuming I’ll ever be in your bed, let alone be naked in it?’ I scoffed.
Okay, so that was all bravado. I’m so glad Austin can’t see me because I’m as pink as my bedroom walls.
The fact he’s thinking of a future, even if he’s focusing on the physical side of it. I like it. I like that he’s thinking of that future and wants that. And I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.
‘Because you haven’t already thought about it. You keep telling yourself those lies, honey. Maybe you’ll even buy them.’ He taunted.
I rolled my eyes and started to take my pajama shirt off to go into my bathroom. I’m still hoping I’ve distracted Austin long enough that I can at least shower, and then maybe my parents can delay him while I get ready.
Oh, how wrong I was. Maybe I’d have noticed Kayla jumping around with excitement if I had been less focused on the mind link conversation with him. Or caught the scent of fresh-cut grass, garden herbs, and wildflowers drifting under my door seconds before my bedroom door was suddenly opened.
I am not proud of this, but I screamed like I was auditioning for a horror film, clutching my shirt to my chest to hide my breasts. Austin was in my doorway, laughing with a smug look on his face and a dark desire in his eyes.
“I told you I’d be here in ten minutes. You aren’t very good at multitasking while mind linking. It’s okay. You’ll figure it out over time.” He chuckled.
I was blushing brighter as his gaze drifted down from my face, taking notice of the shirt clutched to my chest and then down to my fleece Hello Kitty pajama pants. I wish a hole would just open up in the ground and swallow me whole.
“I see I was right the first time. Want to drop the shirt, and we’ll see if I was also right about your nip….” He didn’t get to finish the sentence.
Letting out a yelp, he was dragged back by the scruff in the inescapable death grip of my mother. Austin is apparently not most males. Most males would be pissing themselves, submitting to her strength.
Haha, these two are something else.
I wanted to get ahead of any possible issues with Suzie. After sleeping on it, I woke up knowing one thing for sure if Suzie finds out Denise was at my place from anyone else, I am dead. So I got up early and went to a local bakery to get a couple dozen donuts and a large carafe of fresh-brewed coffee. Don’t judge. Werewolves have a high metabolism. As a kid, Maxton would stop at Pearl’s Bakery if he was in charge of carpooling Stephen, me, and a couple of other kids to the pack middle school. So I’m sort of banking that he still has a soft spot for it. While getting the donuts and coffee, I kept a running conversation with Suzie in the pack link. And fuck, she’s adorable. I knew what she was doing, distracting me with that comment about still being in bed. Okay, so that probably wasn’t her initial plan when we mentioned it, but she didn’t discourage me from trying to guess what she wears to bed. I am about ninety percent sure my first guess was correct. There might be a nine p
I may have rushed through my shower and getting dressed. I know my mom, and honestly worried for Austin’s safety. She’s as sweet as sugar unless she feels her kids are threatened. Then you realize that sugar has sharp pieces of glass hidden inside. And I think I got downstairs just in time. From the sounds of things and the general vibe of the room, Austin’s asshole side was showing, and mom’s growly bitch side was coming out. Of course, dad wasn’t much use. I don’t blame him. He probably didn’t want to get in the middle and deal with mom later if he didn’t side with her. So I’ll do it. After I told them to get to their corners, mom glared at Austin, grabbed a glazed donut, and sat down with a huff. Austin didn’t look apologetic in the least. Hell, he simply shrugged and smiled at me. “So me spending a few minutes with your parents gets your ass moving, but giving you a ten-minute warning does nothing. Noted.” Austin chuckled. I rolled my eyes. What a dumbass. “Why are you
I’d put a lot of thought into how I would handle Denise and people in general. No one would bat an eyelash about us being together within the pack. But I work outside the pack with humans, so I needed a plan. I wasn’t sure how Suzanne would react to all of this, mainly the part about Denise. I’ll give her credit; I was expecting more yelling and not just threats of violence but to be punched. I didn’t just pull over and park because I didn’t want to talk while driving. No, I did it to be sure if Suzanne went She-Hulk on me, I’d not get us into an accident. She’s been in one accident. That’s more than enough, thank you. I sighed, running my hand over my hair as she questioned my plans of telling people I work with that we have an arranged marriage and are starting the engagement period. This was the tricky part, if I’m honest. We only found out yesterday we are mates, and given she was my client, people will question how things ended and the whole sleeping with Denise part if I
I haven’t been the talk of the school since Stephen became a Gamma in Madonie, but then that was about my brother. Today the gossip was directly about me. Now that I have Kayla, everyone’s whispers about Austin dropping me off and kissing my cheek weren’t going unheard. I can’t even count how many times I had to answer the question about if Austin is my mate. I also can’t count how many people I snarled at for calling him Clement or making a face about being his mate. I swear these people will put mine and Kayla’s tolerance to the limits. I’m lucky I made it through the day without knocking anyone through a wall. I was never so happy to hear the final bell and get out of there. I was hurrying to get my stuff in my locker when it closed on me. “Excuse fucking me, but I was putting shit in there.” I snarled, turning my attention to the offending individual. I frowned as I saw Stan, Paul, and a couple of she-wolves at the training last night, including Melody standing there. Just
Literally, one of the worst possible outcomes for tonight came true. I was praying to the Goddess after the shit show of Denise’s crazy showing that nothing else goes wrong. I didn’t think Denise would go off the deep end like that. It was a causal relationship. Until recently, she made no hints, I picked up on, of wanting something super serious. I’m fucking pissed she just made a huge scene in front of Suzie’s parents. And fuck trying to use that birthday present I got her as a symbol of my love? That woman needs help. The last thing I need is for Maxton and Edith, or much worse for Suzie, to question how serious I am about the mate bond. And it’s not just the mate bond that makes me want to be with her. I started liking and seeing Suzie as more than the annoying kid sister of Stephen while I was her physical therapist. I didn’t make a move because I don’t mess with she-wolves or patients. But all those things don’t matter now. Suzie’s not my patient, and we are mates. Th
The night we found out we were mates, I told myself he would have to earn my affection. I promised myself the mate bond wouldn’t control me into simply giving in. And I held firm. ‘Yeah, for all of twenty-four hours. And look who initiated the kiss.’ Kayla taunted as my lips met his. Sure it’s only been a day, but you know what it feels like years, probably because I’ve known him my whole life. But he did earn this. He stood up to Denise and his grandfather, all for me. And like the cherry on top, he just gave me a family heirloom, a ring that his mother wore. If that isn’t a reason to kiss a man, I don’t know what is. And while I’ve never kissed someone before, I am confident if I had, none would measure up to kissing Austin. I’d only intended for it to be a brief kiss, a thank you. I don’t know my intention, but that’s not how this kiss went. Austin’s arms wrapped around me, holding me closer. I moaned into the kiss, and the moment my lips parted, he deepened the kiss, his tongu
I want to begin by saying that it was not with the direct intention of getting laid when I planned tonight. I also want to say that I am taking Suzie somewhere I have never taken someone before. So no repeats. Now that I’ve said that, my thoughts have fallen in the gutter seeing her dressed up like this. I’m glad dad convinced me to dress up, pointing out I made the reservation at a nice place. ‘We should skip the meal and just eat her.’ Jax suggested. ‘Tempting, so very tempting. But we’ll see where things go. We’ve waited a week. We can and will wait longer if that’s what Suzie needs.’ I sighed. ‘Fair. We don’t want to be on the receiving end of our mate’s fits. We saw how far she made Dillon fly.’ Jax agreed. “Everything alright over there?” I arched my eyebrow, noticing the nervous way she held her purse. “Yeah. I’m fine. Don’t worry.” Suzie nodded, smiling as she tried to reassure me. I’m not buying it. Suzie still seems a little off, but I won’t push. She’ll tell me what’s
I am about ninety-nine percent sure I am making an utter fool of myself. I bet anyone looking at our table is thinking, ‘that girl looks like a deranged idiot licking that spoon.’. I doubt this is even a fraction of as sexy as I wanted it to be. ‘I don’t care about what others think, but given how our mate is looking at you, it certainly enticed him.’ Kayla snickered as Austin seemed to be in a hurry as he escorted me to the jeep. I laughed softly as we started driving, and I saw he was going a bit faster than the drive to the restaurant. Oh yes, someone is eager to get home. I am eager too. I’m also nervous and terrified. By all accounts, I know that the pain of having sex for the first time is more fleeting, but as a werewolf, I also have to pain of marking to contend with. “What’s funny over there?” Austin arched an eyebrow. “Just that you seem rather eager to get to your house.” I shrugged, smirking. “Well, you did imply we might be having sex. If sex isn’t on the table or is
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.