We didn’t stay at Ivan’s cell much longer. He kept giving me this look that said he would rip my head off and use my skull as a coffee mug. It was more than a bit weird to be talking to him for Amelia.
I was more than a little relieved when Beta Alexander showed up. “Hey, you two. Visiting time is up.” He called out, gesturing for us to leave with him.
Amelia frowned, looking torn as she looked from me to her brother. I sighed and looked at Beta Alexander. I don’t think I have the clout to be asking favors, but if it makes my mate happy, I’ll owe the Beta heir.
“Beta Alexander. I will understand if you deny this request. But I want you to please hear me out. And perhaps listen as a brother rather than a Beta.” I prefaced.
I know he has two sisters, Zoe being older, but I’ve been told he has a little sister. So as a big brother, he has to know how this feels and maybe have some compassion.
“He’s her big brother… and soon we will be sent back to my pack half a world away. Will you let them say goodbye properly?” I gestured back to Amelia’s sad eyes as she gazed at her brother in chains.
Alexander closed his eyes, letting out a breath slowly. I’m not sure if this is a good or bad sign. Usually, it’s a frustrated gesture. So anyone’s guess.
“Fine. You get five minutes and know if Ivan does anything that makes me think he will try to escape….” Alexander warned.
“We understand, Beta Alexander. Thank you.” I smiled, bowing my head, feeling the happiness bubbling in my mate as she heard Alexander’s words.
Ivan raised an eyebrow as Alexander walked over to his cell.
“You heard me. I’m doing this because I have a little sister too. And if I was possibly never going to see her again, I’d want to say goodbye. No funny business.” Alexander warned as he not only entered a code but used his handprint to open the cell.
Amelia looked so happy, her eyes lighting up as Alexander unlocked Ivan from his chains so he could say goodbye and not hurt Amelia with the silver.
“I accepted my fate the moment I was captured. I am not a flight risk, Alexander.” Ivan assured while still managing to not give Beta Alexander the respect his title as an heir is owed.
I just hope that Alexander will let it slide. I don’t need this turning into a shit show. Captain Darren will have my head if that happens. He did trust us to visit Ivan alone.
Alexander said nothing, just rolled his eyes, and stepped aside. “You have five minutes, Amelia.”
Amelia smiled and rushed past Alexander into the cell, launching herself at her brother hugging him. Even though Amelia thinks she’s too big, something I disagree with, she couldn’t even get her arms around her massive brother.
He’d managed to stand up just in time to catch her, and fuck is he is enormous. Amelia’s description of him didn’t entirely do him justice, and him sitting in the cell hadn’t given me the best idea.
And to think her father was just as big as Ivan. Some fascinating genetics at work there.
‘Just imagine how those genetics will blend with ours.’ Conway commented.
I went wide-eyed. Fucking wolf. Why did he have to say that? We’ve barely been mated a full day, and he’s talking pups?
‘We have time to think about starting a family. Amelia and I are both young.’ I shook that thought away.
Without the silver blinding him, I suppose Amelia and Ivan could talk through their family link. Huh. Actually, without the silver, I can feel the link to Ivan.
Not that I’ll intrude. I wanted to give Amelia a chance to really say goodbye to him. I don’t know when or if she’ll see him again. And as annoying as Suzie can be, I don’t think I could stand to not hug her goodbye if I was in such a scenario.
“Five minutes are up. Amelia, you need to leave with your mate.” Alexander gently instructed. He at least isn’t cold. He understands this is hard for her.
I could feel her reluctance, but she eventually let Ivan go. His dark eyes locked on mine, narrowing. ‘You better take extremely good care of my sister. If not, I will break out of this cell and find you to kill you.’ Ivan’s menacing deep voice filled my head.
I nodded my head. ‘I will never hurt her.’ I assured him as I wrapped an arm around Amelia.
“Once again, thank you, Beta Alexander.” I bowed my head to him as he started to chain Ivan up again.
Amelia sighed, leaning into me. ‘Thank you, Stephen. I didn’t think I’d get to hug him goodbye.’
I smiled, kissing her temple as we walked down the hall. ‘I know how much you wanted to say a proper goodbye. And as a big brother, I couldn’t imagine not getting to say goodbye to Suzie.’
Back at the town hall, I introduced Amelia to my packmates. She wouldn’t tell me why but she was very distant when Tanner brought his mate Zelma to meet us. There was some apparent tension between the two females.
Feeling Amelia’s unease being near Zelma, I made an excuse it’s been a long day to get out of further interaction. ‘Thank you.’ Amelia sighed as we headed back to our room.
‘Do you want to talk about it?’ I offered as we paused at our door.
‘Not really. But I suppose I should. Especially since Zelma’s be going to Bloodmoon too.’ Amelia sighed.
‘Zelma used to date Ivan. A total two-faced bitch. She would be sweet as sugar if Ivan was around but as cruel as Gastone and Ignazio when he wasn’t.’ Amelia admitted.
I growled, resisting the urge to go back to the lounge and have some words with Zelma and Tanner. But I also don’t want to be the one to tell Tanner his mate used to date a former Gamma who’s three times his size and was a bully.
‘Leave it. Please.’ Amelia softly pleaded, holding my forearm.
I was willing to let it go for now. Conway, however, wasn’t. He’s very protective of our new mate. I need to distract him.
‘Why don’t we go for a run nearby? Let Conway meet Faith officially?’ I offered, gesturing to the exit down the hall.
‘Can we?’ Faith eagerly asked.
I chuckled and nodded. ‘Of course, we can. Come on. I think you and Conway deserve some freedom.’ I smiled, leading Amelia out to the edge of the forest.
‘We shouldn’t go too far as I’m unfamiliar with this area.’ I warned, starting to strip.
Amelia was blushing, looking away slightly, but I caught her stealing glances. ‘You’re my mate. You can look all you want. Now, are you going to undress, or should I undress you?’ I offered.
Her face turned a brighter pink. ‘I… I can do it myself.’ She stammered, turning away from me to undress.
I raised an eyebrow folding my arms watching. ‘You realize turning around gives me a different but equally beautiful view.’ I teased.
She glanced back, still blushing. ‘Stop teasing me. I’m far from beautiful.’
‘Eyes of the beholder, sweetheart. I think you’re beautiful. To hell with everyone else. Now let’s shift. Conway is getting antsy.’ I smiled, shifting, letting Conway take control.
I hadn’t seen Faith, so I was in awe of her when Amelia shifted. Conway was just as enamored. Dazzling silver eyes sparkled like the stars and golden fur that shined like the sun.
‘Beautiful…’ Conway was breathless as he circled Faith. She’s actually a little bigger than him, but he wasn’t bothered by that. Especially as she nuzzled her head against him.
‘Catch me if you can.’ Faith taunted playfully, nipping at his neck before taking off in a run. Conway hurried after her.
They have more than earned spending time together. Even if it’s more than a little awkward to be in my head trying to look away when they got a bit too frisky.
Reminding myself, it’s perfectly normal for wolves to want to mate as well. Once they’d had their, ahem, fun, we returned to the town hall.
Thankfully during dinner, we weren’t seated near Tanner and his mate. I didn’t want Amelia to feel uncomfortable.
‘Your packmates seem very nice and welcoming.’ Amelia commented as we returned to our room.
‘I know that meeting Clement probably didn’t give the best impression of what my pack is like. But trust me, he’s the anomaly. What you’ve seen tonight during dinner is how most people are.’ I assured her, starting to undress.
There she goes, blushing again. ‘Would you prefer I sleep in clothes? I can wear a t-shirt and shorts to bed.’ I offered.
‘No…I mean, it’s okay. I’m just not used to this, but I’ll get over it in time.’ Amelia assured me as she once again turned away from me to undress.
I sighed, stepping closer, wrapping my arms around her waist, pressing my chest to her bareback. ‘Maybe the first step in getting accustomed to the fact we will be sharing a bed is not hiding from me.’ I suggested pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
‘I can feel your anxiety. And I can’t wave a wand or something to make that disappear. But what I can and will continue to do is remind you multiple times a day that you’re beautiful, gorgeous, and sexy. I’ll remind you as often as necessary that I want, desire, and love you.’
I was still kissing along her shoulder, brushing her hair away as I started kissing up her neck as I spoke through our link. With each kiss, each word I spoke, she shivered.
‘You can’t mean that.’ Amelia softly refuted. But when I said those last two words for a moment she froze in my arms before melting into me.
‘Can and do. I’ll show you the rest of our lives just how much.’ I promised, kissing her mark as one of my hands moved higher to caress her breasts while the other went lower to dip into her track pants.
Now that we were fully mated, I felt more confident touching her, giving her pleasure, and making love. The bond is a wonderful thing, allowing me to know what she wants and how without her having to say it or direct me.
As everyone assembled for breakfast, Collin and Kurt called everyone’s attention the following day. “So, as most of you have realized, our illustrious Captain Darren is missing this morning.” Collin started.
“Shocking, I know. But just wait till you learn why.” Kurt was smirking.
They are seriously going to out Captain Darren as Alpha André’s mate like this? They’re lucky Captain Darren isn’t here.
“Darren has found his mate here in Incubi.” Collin announced. A few gasps and whispers started as people speculated who it could be.
Kurt held his hands up, gesturing everyone to be quiet. “You’ve all met his mate, many times. And now I’m sure you’re all wracking your brain about the possibilities. So we’ll put you out of your misery.”
“Darren’s mate is none other than the fabulous Alpha heir André D’Amore.” Kurt was grinning ear to ear as he made the announcement.
Of course, there were a few shocked faces. But not as many as you’d think. Probably given how closely and efficiently Captain Darren and Alpha André worked together during this war.
“Now, before anyone has the low IQ to comment about this being a same-sex mating, shut up, or I’ll knock out all your teeth.” Collin warned, narrowing his eyes as he looked around the room.
“Okay, so with that warning out of the way. We want to celebrate this. Show Darren and André our support and give André a proper Bloodmoon welcome.” Kurt’s eyes had a mischievous grin.
‘What is a proper Bloodmoon welcome?’ Amelia questioned, nudging me.
‘I’m not sure what they have planned, but I’m fairly certain it’s not something the Captain will like. They both look far too happy and mischievous.’ I shrugged.
And oh, was I right as they started handing out glitter and streamer poppers. I don’t claim to know Captain Darren as well as Collin, does. Collin’s his in-law, after all. But even I am confident he will not like getting shot with glitter.
Stephen was right. Captain Darren did not look happy with getting glitter shot at him. I don’t blame him. Though at its core, the gesture was very sweet. The Bloodmoon wolves wanted to show their support and congratulate their Captain on his mating to the Alpha heir. There are far worse things people can do to you and claim it was in good fun. Like that time Ignazio and Gastone ran my clothes up the school flagpole and said it was just a joke. Or when Zelma and some other she-wolves decided to douse me with olive oil and then throw feathers at me. They’d laugh their heads off at me and take pictures. But when Ivan showed up, they were all ‘it was just a joke’ and apolo
I honestly can’t begin to imagine or comprehend how much Amelia has been through. I probably never will fully know. But I do know she’s the strongest person on this planet. ‘She’s amazing. That’s what our mate is.’ Conway stated as I watched her sleeping, head on my shoulder on our flight. I’m not sure how my family will take the news that I have a mate. I mean, I know mom wanted me to find someone. Though I think she was hoping more along the lines of a second chance fated mate, which is ridiculous. I know my mom will love Amelia, but I also know she’ll be worried we jumped the gun in being chosen mates so quickly.&nb
I’d been so nervous about how his family would react to my past. My stomach was in knots. Even the aroma of the meal Signora Walterson cooked turned my stomach. Thankfully I didn’t have to tell the story. It had been hard enough to write it to tell it back at the hospital in Incubi. I don’t know if I could do that again. I’d thought hearing about Ignazio would affect me more. He had been my mate even if neither of us accepted it, and I broke the bond to be with Stephen. I’d thought something would twinge for Faith or me. I was relieved when Stephen told me Ignazio was dead. But all I felt was rage. Rage at what he’d done to me. But I didn’t feel pain or loss. Does that make me a bad person? As soon as Stephen finished telling his family the story, I braced myself for all the questions. But what happened wasn’t something I’d considered a reaction. Without a word, Signora Walterson had pushed out of her chair and rushed around
‘It’s okay, Amelia. My understanding is that things get wild during heat. That’s why our pack has a rule that mated couples are put on quarantine during heat. So we’ll stay here until your heat is over.’ Stephen assured me, hugging me as we stood in the middle of the one-room cabin. I nodded, leaning into his embrace, feeling that urge already trying to boil to the surface. ‘I really hope there aren’t a lot of heirlooms here. I would feel terrible if we broke anything.’ I frowned as I looked around the quaint space. Stephen chuckled, placing loving kisses on my neck as he unzipped my dress. ‘No heirlooms to break.’ He assured me as the dress slipped to the floor. We spent the next week in that cabin, rarely bothering to get dressed. Even though Signora Walterson did bring us clothes when she dropped off supplies and, with some embarrassment of her own, a large box of condoms. After my heat was finally over, we returned to the Walterson family ho
When Alpha André offered Amelia the role of Gamma, I won’t lie, it scared me. Her accepting it meant I had to move and leave everything behind. I didn’t want to move, to uproot my life. It’s utterly selfish of me, of course. And I realized it when I looked at Amelia. When I saw how excited she was to represent her family and pack. She’d done exactly what I was afraid of. She left her only family behind to be with me in a foreign country. She uprooted her life and came all the way to Oregon for me. If she could do that for me, I sure the hell can do that for her. If anyone deserves a rank in a pack, it’s my mate. She was born to be a Luna and lost that chance. I would be a total asshole and a failure as a mate if I tried to take away this opportunity for my own insecurities. I won’t be alone. I’ll have Amelia. I know Darren, not like a friend, but I know him. And he’s who I’d be working with, so it won’t be so bad. I’m sure my
I was so nervous about the ranked wolf meeting. Especially because Gildo and Alissa are part of that. Not that I have anything personally against either of them. They are much older than me, so I never had any issues with them. But they know my family and are aware of how I’ve been treated in the past. I feel like a fraud or something sitting here in this. I’m not sure how to describe Alpha André’s office other than over-the-top space. I don’t belong here. Why am I here? I should have stayed in Bloodmoon and started fresh with a new pack. ‘You belong here. More than anyone in this room, you belong here.’ Stephen encouraged me through our link, squeezing my hand. ‘You are the only rank blood Madonie wolf in this room. Never forget that, Amelia.’ I smiled before the meeting began. I nodded, taking a calming breath. Stephen’s right. I am the only Madonie ranked wolf in this room. André and Alexander may be of rank bloodlines, but th
This was nerve-wracking. Since high school graduation last spring, I haven’t been on a stage in front of a crowd. And even then, it hadn’t been this many people. Just the family of those in my graduating class. Several hundred Madonie wolves are sitting in the amphitheater. That’s a lot of people looking at us. The only thing keeping me from freaking out is that I’m touching the small of Amelia’s back. She’s just as nervous as I am. I need to remain calm so we both can remain calm. ‘How am I supposed to make my oath if I can’t talk to anyone but you?’ Amelia frowned as Darren stepped aside so Alexander could take his oath. ‘Drink first to make the link, then say your pledge to Alpha André.’ I suggested. I certainly can’t say her oath for her. It was the only way I could think of. ‘You’ll be fine.’ I encouraged her as it was her turn. I watched as Amelia nervously approached and carefully knelt, not wanting to ruin her
It’s been a year since I became Gamma of Madonie. What a rollercoaster of events that have happened in such a short time. I still miss my parents but having Stephen is always a comfort. I wish the Goddess had made him my mate from the start. But when I start down that path of thinking, I remind myself that the Goddess always has a plan. So even if Stephen wasn’t her initial plan for me, she made sure I did find him when things went wrong. And while I am not the Luna of Madonie as I initially was meant to be, I am the Gamma. Working with André, Alexander, and Gildo, we have made many improvements in the pack. I’ve been working on learning LIS, Lingua Dei Segni Italiana, or Italian Sign Language. It’s helped with my communication skills with people outside the pack and pack members too young to use the pack link. I also completed school and have enrolled in university to further my education regarding social work to better help the pack.
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.