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 here so early? You never told me. I have plenty of time before I need to leave for school. Or did you forget what time school starts?” I questioned, folding my arms.
“Well, it has been years since I graduated.” Austin smirked, stepping closer.
I had to struggle to keep Kayla in check. She wanted to take two steps forward so I’d be right in his personal space. Apparently, reminding her my parents are in the room has no effect.
“Answer the question.” I sighed.
“We didn’t get to finish talking last night. So I figured I pick you up before school, and we could pick up where we left off last night.” The double meaning of his words wasn’t lost on me.
I felt myself blush, remembering exactly where we left off last night. He was about to kiss me, and I almost let him.
“You said talking. That’s not really where we left off last night.” I commented.
“We can do both.” He shrugged.
“What were you doing last night?” Mom demanded.
“They were doing nothing, Edith. At least they didn’t get to do much because I went outside.” Dad shrugged.
“Yeah, thanks for that, Maxton. You can shut off your virgin alarm now.” Austin rolled his eyes.
I groaned, running my hand over my face. “You talk a big game for someone who hasn’t even gotten to kiss me. So don’t go around thinking you’re getting laid anytime soon.”
“We’ll see how long you and your wolf hold out. I’m not going anywhere. We’re mates. You’re stuck with me, honey.” Austin winked, picking up an apple cider donut.
“Now take your donut, and let’s go. We have things to talk about, and I would rather they be in private.” Austin instructed, putting the donut in my hand.
“Oh, Maxton and Edith, my dad wanted to invite you both over with Suzie for dinner. He’s pretty stoked about the whole thing.” Austin added with a nod to my parents as his hand pressed on my back to guide me away.
I was still stunned that he had given me the apple cider donut. Did he honestly remember they were my favorite? Did he not forget how I’d beg dad to get me one every time he took Stephen and Austin to school.
I had been so stunned by it I barely noticed we were heading for the door. I blinked as I realized Austin was holding my coat for me to put on.
“Oh… um, thanks.” I blushed as I slipped my jacket on.
“Bye, mom! Bye, dad!” I called out before stuffing my donut in my mouth.
Pearl’s makes the best around. Tasty as always. I’d have to ask Austin if he remembered I like them or randomly grabbed one. After I’ve finished eating, of course.
“So what did you need to talk about that couldn’t wait till after school?” I asked once we were in his jeep.
“Well, I will be at work when you get out of school. So I figured it best to talk now. And like I told your parents, my dad wants you guys to come over for dinner. So best to have it all said before dad could say something and dig my grave.” Austins shrugged.
“You are not building confidence with that last part. What would your dad say that you think would get you killed?” I questioned.
Austin let out a long heavy sigh pulling over into a rest area along the road. This can’t be good. He feels it shouldn’t be said while driving whatever he wants to discuss.
“Okay… so I was not looking forward to talking about this. But I can’t really avoid it.” Austin sighed, running his hand over his face.
“Austin? You’re starting to worry me. What is it?” I questioned a few thoughts crossing my mind, and I didn’t like them.
“Okay, so last night you told me you haven’t dated or kissed anyone. And obviously, you know the same isn’t true for me. I’ve never seriously dated, keeping things casual.” He shrugged.
“Uh-huh. Austin, get to your point before I just punch you on principle.” I warned him.
I am a blunt person because I don’t see the point in beating around the bush. All it does is delay the inevitable and most often makes things worse.
“You asked me about Denise, and I honestly said we aren’t together.” He began.
“But there is more to it. We did have a thing going on. We weren’t serious. At least I didn’t think we were.” Austin said the one thing I didn’t want to hear.
‘Keep it in check. Do not go off on Austin. The human skank was before he knew about being our mate.’ Kayla tried to keep me from getting upset.
“What about her? What do you mean by you didn’t think you were serious? That implies she did.” I questioned.
“The other night, I was with her on the full moon, and she started talking about living together and stuff like that. I told her I couldn’t do that.” He started to explain.
Right, not serious? They were just talking about living together. And he was with her just the other night!? He was with her while I was going through my first shift! I feel like I want to throw up.
“She got pissed that I wouldn’t commit to her. I hadn’t even told dad about her or brought her around the house.” Austin continued, not letting me get a word in.
Probably for the best. Austin knows if he lets me talk, I might lose my shit.
“I didn’t consider what was going on as more than casual. Denise wasn’t my mate, and even if I doubted I’d have one or have one that wouldn’t reject me, I couldn’t commit to someone else. And so Denise went off on me and threw me up, ending things. Which was fine by me.” He sighed.
“So the night of my shift, you were fucking that bitch?” I demanded.
Austin sighed. “Yes. But keep in mind that was before we knew we were mates.”
“But you also knew I liked you. Or are you going to really claim you are that dumb to not have realized it when I brought that pie to my last physical therapy session?” I demanded.
“Suzanne…” Austin sighed.
“That was not only months ago. It was also before you got your wolf. I didn’t think about you that way.” He shook his head.
“Fuck I’m saying this wrong.” He groaned, hitting his steering wheel.
“I mean, when you showed up for your first day of therapy, and I saw you, I thought you had grown up a lot and looked beautiful. But you were still young and a patient.” he tried to explain and maybe dig himself out of the hole.
“Plus, I didn’t really think you’d look at me that way, given you are Stephen’s sister and know me from before. And like I said, you hadn’t gotten your wolf yet, so you could’ve been someone else’s mate.” He frowned.
“Wait… what does that mean? What about the other girls you’ve been with? They were other people’s mates.” I questioned.
“No, they weren’t. I didn’t fool around with she-wolves. I’d flirt, but I didn’t get physical with any she-wolves. I didn’t want to be the guy responsible for someone’s mate getting pissed at them later.” Austin was adamant.
I guess, in a way, that’s admirable. Even if it does mean he fooled around with local human girls, at least I won’t run into any she-wolves, who will know how he kisses and is in bed.
I took a deep breath, holding it before slowly letting it go. I can’t lose my temper with Austin about this. He was following his own form of a moral compass and not making a pass at me.
“Okay… I’m going to let that go. Kayla doesn’t think I should hold your past against you, and she’s probably right. But okay, so you were involved with Denise. She wanted more, and you didn’t, so she dumped you.” I nodded.
“Well, I appreciate that. Thank you, Kayla, for going to bat for me.” Austin winked.
“Anything else I should know?” I arched an eyebrow.
I am not letting him off the hook because he’s good-looking. If I let him off the hook now, I’m in for a lifetime of him using his looks against me.
“After I dropped you off, I went home and had a big surprise waiting.” Austin frowned.
“What kind of big surprise?” I cocked my head.
“Denise was in my living room talking to dad like we’re an item, and she hadn’t dumped me because I wouldn’t commit.” He growled.
I blinked, stunned. That bitch was at Austin’s house!? What the hell? He said he never took her home, so how did she know where he lived?
“I can imagine what you’re thinking. And trust me, I plan to find out how Denise found my house.” He assured me.
“I haven’t shown her my ID, so she’d have to get it from work. And if she did, she violated some serious HR policies about privacy. Grant is big on ensuring our privacy.” He sighed.
“Do I need to beat some sense into her? I mean, I’m not above it.” I offered.
Austins snickered, shaking his head.
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Beyond that, Denise is human, and you could get in trouble. There is the fact a lot of my co-workers will think us being together is creepy since you’re sixteen.” He sighed.
Crap, he’s right. Our relationship won’t be taken well because he works outside the pack among the humans. And for us to start a relationship so quickly after Denise dumped him will look shady.
“True. Shit. Well, you better get things straightened out with Denise. And what do you plan to do? Hide me from your co-workers for the next two years?” I questioned.
“I will make sure things are straightened out with her. I think I made myself clear last night.” He chuckled.
“I went into my Clement mode, I suppose you could say. She stormed out when I told her she was just a casual fuck I didn’t love. I mean, it was true, but it pissed her off. Though going asshole Clement was better than letting Jax forward, he wanted to rip her throat out.” Austin sighed.
“Oh, I can imagine that went really well.” I sighed.
“But anyway, I did think about what I could say to work.” He smiled.
“Oh, and what grand scheme did you come up with?” I folded my arms.
“Arranged marriage. They are still a thing. I’m going to say that marriages are often arranged in our religion and that the engagement period begins when the girl turns sixteen. And now that you’re sixteen, our engagement period has begun.” He explained.
He really thought about this. I mean, it’s a tad far-fetched, but claiming religious reasons is one people can’t exactly argue with.
And not a total lie. We believe in the Goddess and that we all have a soulmate we are destined to be with. So all werewolf relationships that aren’t chosen, like Stephen and Amelia, are arranged by the Goddess.
“Engagement period?” I arched an eyebrow.
I may be a werewolf, but I obviously know how relationships on the human side work. Our Alpha and Beta both proposed to their mates and had traditional human weddings.
At least Austin is being honest and told her about the Denise issue. And look at that, he even has a plan to handle questions from his human colleagues about their relationship.
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
I wasn’t sure what I expected after we completed our bond. Okay, I had a vague idea based on other people talking about the completion of the mate bond. It wasn’t something Dad and I discussed. Partially because I spent more time with my dirtbag grandfather and because I thought asking him might bring up sad memories of mom. I didn’t want him to be sad and lost in memories of what he had lost. Last night when she marked me and the bond clicked into place, it was euphoric. But even that word seems to pale to how I felt. The only thing that felt even better was hearing her say she loved me. And when the bond clicked fully in place, I knew her words weren’t just said in the heat of the moment. Until Suzie, no one outside my parents and grandma loved me unconditionally. After a night of her in my bed, I don’t think I’m ever sleeping away from her. And to think, just last week, she was telling me how she wouldn’t be in my bed, let alone naked in it. Well, I got both right. I smiled, p
I swear to the Goddess, if he wasn’t holding my niece and we weren’t in a very public place filled with humans, I’d have knocked my brother to the exit with one punch. First, he not only swears in front of Grace, but he also degrades my mating with Austin by calling it ‘fucking’. And don’t get me started on him calling Austin by that name he hates. I take offense with anyone that calls him that. I don’t care who they are; I will knock them out. Again my brother is lucky he held Grace, and there were too many humans around. At least we managed to get him to see reason. And I’ll temporarily excuse his behavior on stress. He did, after all, just have a son and his mate is in the hospital from complications. “So… when the heck did this happen? And why didn’t anyone say something?” Stephen glanced at the review as he drove the SUV back to Madonie. “It is a recent development. And you were a tad occupied with the pending birth of Asher.” Dad shrugged in the front passenger seat. “And th
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
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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.