“Stop frowning, Delilah. It’s making it difficult to finish your makeup.” I sighed with the eyeliner held steady in my hand, inches from my best friend’s eye.
“I’m sorry, Regina.” Delilah apologized and sat up straighter as she stopped frowning.“It’s just I don’t get the point of me going tonight.” Just as I was about to apply her eyeliner, she started talking and moved her head.I sighed and lowered the eyeliner to avoid stabbing her in the eye. I know how she feels. Not in a sense that I know because I think the same way. But I know how she feels because I’m her friend and she tells me everything.“You’re doing this because my cousin insisted. And he was right to insist.” I said.“But why? What’s the point? I’ve made up my mind, so why try to make me find a mate who wouldn’t change my mind but would cause unnecessary stress.” Delilah frowned.“We all know you’ve made up your mind. And what you are doing for my cousin is amazing and incredibly selfless. But you need to see it from his point of view.” I sighed as I leaned against the vanity.“He doesn’t want you to go through with this and then halfway through find your mate, and it causes an issue,” I explained. “So, by having you come to the ball, if you don’t find a mate in any pack in Italy, he can feel secure taking your offer.”“Okay, you make a good point.” Delilah conceded.“Not that finding a mate after I’ve started the process will change my mind. If my mate can’t or won’t accept and support my choice, he’s not my soulmate. A soulmate would understand what’s in my heart and why I’m doing this.” She added.“Whatever you say.” I sighed.“At least you won’t run the risk of seeing Alexander.” I pointed out.It’s been two years since she went no contact with him after walking in on him in a compromising position with his then-girlfriend, Lia Borgnino. None of us blamed her for wanting to distance herself from him.It was one thing to have a crush on him when he only had casual lovers, but quite another when he committed to someone. I think she’s taken it too far by letting it carry on this long. He’s not even with that lying piece of shit anymore.“I don’t want to hear his name.” Delilah pouted.“You really should let it go. Elsa that shit. He’s not with Liar. I mean Lia.” I scoffed. “He’s been single for over a year now and, from what I know, hasn’t taken any new lovers.”“And he’s currently away looking for his mate, and I wish him the best of luck. Even if he were still in Madonie, it wouldn’t change anything. I’m going to help André and Darren.” Delilah said sternly.She has been more confident and vocal since she returned from Bloodmoon. It’s not a bad thing. My brother wouldn’t know how to handle how she’s changed, and it would be HILARIOUS to watch him try. I held my hands up in defeat and finished her makeup.“Whatever you say. But Alexander or not, every male at this ball will be looking at you.” I smiled as I stepped out of the way for her to look in the mirror.Sure, we’d be wearing masks tonight, but that didn’t mean we shouldn’t do our full makeup. Delilah and I had both chosen golden gowns for tonight. Delilah’s gold slip dress had a deep v of gold sequins that I know will have many males drooling. I had gone with a long sleeve backless ball gown, the top shimmering with sequins and tulle for the lower half.“I rather doubt that. Besides, I don’t want anyone that isn’t my mate, and I know I won’t find him tonight.” Delilah said confidently.“Well, I think I will. I just have this feeling. Gioia is super antsy and eager to get to the ball. That must be a sign. It’s like she knows he will be there.” I sighed.In the days leading up to today, my wolf has been on edge, ready and waiting to find our mate. She’s been prepared to find him since I first shifted. But I’ve not found him in any of the Sicilian packs two years later.So, this ball is my first step looking further away. All the packs of Italy have sent their eligible members to this ball. That’s twelve more packs of males that may hold my mate.“I doubt Valter will be happy about that.” Delilah brought my mood down.“He can get over it. I knew dating him before getting our wolves was a bad idea. And I’d told him if we dated, he had to accept that it would be over after we turned sixteen if we weren’t mates.” I straightened my shoulder.“And that promise to take him as a chosen mate?” Delilah arched her brow.“Was his idea as a backup plan, and only after we’d searched the world for our mates for at least five years.” I rolled my eyes, stepping away to get my phone out of my clutch.“Now, hold still. I want to get a pic to send to your sisters.” I gestured for her to turn.Delilah shook her head but did as she was told. After I instructed her to pose a few different ways, I was satisfied with the pictures. I sent them off in a group chat with her sisters, my sister, and my mother. Then I opened my text thread with my brother and sent my favorite one to him.Me: All eyes are going to be on Delilah tonight. Eat your heart out, dumbass.I didn’t expect a quick reply from him. I’m unsure what country he’s in tonight, let alone the time zone. Yet his response was nearly instant.Alexander: I do not need this bullshit. I have dinner in twenty minutes with three Alphas, the biggest homophobes I have had the displeasure to meet, and I’m supposed to play nice and not cut out their still-beating hearts with a butter knife as they bash my Alpha’s sexuality.Me: What jackasses! No Sicilian pack should be associated with them! Ditch them. Don’t show up.Alexander: You have a lot to learn about being a Beta. I can’t just do that because that could cause a war between Madonie and these douchebags. So, if none of their daughters is my mate, I can get out of the dinner fairly quickly and never see these people again.Regina: Well, good luck with that. Please don’t sleep with any of them. Though I’m sure, you learned your lesson after Lia.Alexander: Never mention that name again. Have fun tonight, and watch out for Delilah.Me: Delilah can take care of herself. She’s not the delicate flower her name makes her sound like. Enjoy your dinner, brother.I sighed as I put my phone away. Even though Delilah’s not talked to him in years, my brother still needs to care for her. He always worries about her.He will probably lose his shit when he discovers what she’s offered to do for our cousin. The only thing that could and would get under his skin more would be her finding her mate.“Knock knock!” André grinned as he walked in wearing an outfit that was so André it’s not funny.I doubt any males at the ball tonight will be as fashionable as him. Few could pull off wearing a black and gold brocade suit jacket with a matching bow tie. Of course, my cousin would go over the top with his suit for the evening. Though I bet he has Darren wearing something similar, they make an adorable couple.“Oh, you two are gorgeous.” He beamed as he pulled us into a hug. “I hope that tonight brings you what you desire.”“Thank you, cousin.” I smiled. “I feel tonight’s going to be a good one.”“Thank you, André. I hope Regina finds her mate even if it means I must deal with running interference with Valter.” Delilah sighed.“Don’t worry about Valter.” André bopped her nose. “We ranked Madonie are going to be chaperoning the ball. If anyone, Valter included, gets upset that someone finds a mate that isn’t them, we will deal with them.”“That’s good to know.” I sighed.I doubt he would. I don’t want to think the worst of Valter, but I don’t want him to make an unnecessary scene. He is the Incubi Delta heir, so he should know better than to act out publicly. But I also don’t want him to try and privately start trouble with my mate, should I find him tonight.‘We will find him tonight. I can feel it. And Valter can fuck off if he thinks he gets an opinion.’ Gioia once again affirmed her feelings.“Now then, let’s go, ladies. The limo awaits!” André shooed us out of the guest suite we were staying in at his villa.We hurried from the guest wing to find a limo in the driveway with Darren and Valter waiting. I was right that Darren was dressed to match his mate. I smiled softly as they kissed. Yep, they are adorable.Valter sighed and shuffled away from them to stand next to me. He looked nice, wearing a black suit with a gold tie. Looking at him, it’s easy to understand why I was enamored with him before I got my wolf.‘But I am here now, and we aren’t enamored with this little shit. I don’t care if we are fifty and haven’t found our mate. I’m not approving of taking a chosen mate.’ Gioia snorted.“You look stunning, Regina.” Valter smiled, moving his arm to slip it around my waist, but I moved away before he could.“Come on. I’m eager to get to the ball and find my mate.” I grinned.“Wait… pictures first. I must send pictures to the family.” André hurried to take his phone out.I went to stand with Delilah, and like a lost puppy, Valter went to stand next to me. André frowned and lowered his phone.“Did I ask you to be in a picture, Valter? Get in the limo.” André dismissed Valter.Valter sighed but did as he was told. This isn’t like when we were kids, and all lived in Incubi. He can’t treat André like a fellow heir. André is an Alpha, and we are in his territory; therefore, his word is law.Delilah and I held back our laughter as André had us pose for a few pictures before finally letting us climb into the limo to be whisked away for what I know will be a night to remember.“Here. You will need these.” Darren explained as he handed us each a mask.“I will be giving the rundown of the rules for tonight to the males. André will be giving the same rules to the females. When we arrive, Valter, you will stay with me.” Darren continued to explain as we looked at our masks.I haven’t been to many gatherings, but I doubt others would go so far as to provide custom masks. I glanced at the purple half-face mask Valter was given and the swirls of gold and black decorated it.I then looked at the more delicate purple eye mask in mine and Delilah’s hands with the gold details and purple stones to make a tiara effect. They are gorgeous, and I will keep mine forever, especially if I find my mate tonight.The Madonie pack house was lit up and decorated in rich purple, gold, and black to match the ball’s theme. As we exited the limo, Darren led Valter to the other entrance, where all the males gathered.Delilah and I helped each other tie our masks on as we joined the five dozen she-wolves waiting to go inside. Everyone had gone all-out picking gowns for tonight, wearing dresses in the approved colors.“Welcome to Madonie’s Masquerade Mate Ball!” André greeted as he stood on a small podium.“I am your host, Alpha André D’Amore. Now I will tell you the rules of tonight’s festivities.” He smiled.“No removing your masks till midnight. Follow your noses and wolf instincts as you seek out your mate. There will be no leaving till midnight, even if you have found your mate.” He outlined.“Use tonight to get to know your mate in a deeper way, and no, that’s not me making a sexual innuendo. If I don’t get to find a dark corner to fool around with my mate, neither do you.” He chuckled, getting some laughs.I know my cousin, and he barely keeps his hands off his mate. Usually, when he does, it’s because Darren is telling him business first. So maybe they will make it through this party without having a quickie or at least a make-out session. André looked at his watch and nodded to the attendants at the double doors.“I wish you all luck in finding your mates and a lifetime of happiness only found with the one the Goddess fated for you.” My cousin proclaimed as the girls hurried inside, bringing Delilah and me along in the wave of she-wolves.Oh, the little tidbits and hints at Beta's Innocent Mate will drive people crazy, lol. Valter needs to get over it. She dumped you, dude. André went all out on his theme. Now on to the party!
I feel ridiculous standing here. I stand out like a sore thumb, not just because I’m two feet taller than the next tallest man in the crowd. No, I stand out because I got put into a no-win situation regarding my attire. I was going to wear my simple black suit I have had for years for formal events. When I arrived at Amelia’s earlier today, I was told it wouldn’t do. I tried to protest that what I wore was more than acceptable for the event. Amelia made it very clear that I didn’t have a choice. She brought me to a guest room where a dark purple suit jacket, waistcoat, slacks, and tie with a black dress shirt hung from the closet door. The suit was custom tailored for me and ordered by Alpha André. So, despite feeling utterly foolish dressed like this, I am wearing the damned suit to avoid getting on our Alpha’s bad side. ‘You’re already going to stand out with your height. Let’s make you also stand out for being the best dressed. Alpha Andre sent this for you, so you are wearing it!
If I didn’t have to chase after my mate, I would have turned Valter into a statue. How DARE he interfere in my first meeting with my mate! And to call me precious and pull me away from my mate, I will make him pay later. He will pay big time. Even more, if his stupidity made Ivan decide I wasn’t worth giving a chance. Yes, I said Ivan. I don’t need him to remove the mask to know it’s him. I may have been following the scent of black orchid, jasmine, and rich vanilla when I ran into him, but I knew when I looked up and saw the giant towering over me. I knew in an instant who it must be. Because under the tantalizing aroma of the mate smell was the scent of a Madonie wolf. And there is only one giant in all of Sicily, Ivan Furlan. I haven’t seen him in years. The last time I saw him was when my cousin had his Alpha ceremony here. We danced. Or rather, he stood there like a statue while Delilah, Suzie, and I danced around him like a maypole. I assumed that it was Amelia, or more likel
The Goddess has a very wicked sense of humor. She must to pair me with a Petridis. Not even the elder sister but the youngest. The one the older two and the entire D’Amore family is protective of. The only way this could have gone worse for me is if it was Delilah Fayte behind that mask. Beta Alexander already doesn’t like me, which being his baby sister’s mate, will move me higher up his shit list. To make matters worse, Regina inherited a form of her mother and sister’s gift. So I’m stuck in a sitting position because, from my knees down, my body is granite. I don’t have much choice but to agree to her terms. I still cannot fathom why she chased me down earlier if she knew who I was. I don’t get why she is insistent that I stay. As a member of the Incubi Beta family, she knows EVERYTHING that happened five years ago. And sure, five years ago, she, Delilah, and little Suzie Walterson had fun dancing circles around me at the pack ceremony after the party. However, dancing around me
Does he seriously believe that? That my cousin only let him live for Amelia? That he’s STILL under house arrest? My cousin and I will be having one hell of a conversation later about that. He led Ivan to believe he was being monitored for FIVE years and his movements were restricted. That’s either malice on my cousin’s part or gross incompetence to never have told him that the terms were for TWO YEARS! Even I know that Ivan’s house arrest was for two years. As long as Ivan showed he was a loyal member of Madonie in those two years and held no ill will against André and his position as Alpha, his house arrest would be void. And if André never told him, why wouldn’t Amelia? She should have known his sentence was for two years with good behavior. And while I didn’t spend much time in Madonie in those first two years after the war, I know Ivan never stepped a toe out of line. So somewhere, somehow, someone in the Madonie chain of command fucked up, and I’ll see them pay for it. I can de
I listed all the reasons being with me would be a bad idea, and she shot down each one like targets at a shooting range. I don’t know what I expected her to do or how I expected her to react to my reasoning. But finding counters to them wasn’t something I’d accounted for. Sure, I at least figured she’d have a counter to the boyfriend thing, but given how the little shit acted on the dance floor, I get the feeling he didn’t get the memo. And that made me angry. If what she said was true and they ended things two years ago when they realized they weren’t mates, he needed to fuck off. And some part of me, okay, mostly Cain, but some part of me wanted to find the fuckwad and break his bones. ‘Embrace the jealousy and desire to protect what is ours.’ Cain laughed smugly. ‘Shut up.’ I grumbled at him as she kept giving counters to all my reasons. Some of her answers seemed more like a joke than her being serious, like talking about how she’s stronger than she looked with a wink. However,
I knew what he was doing. I am not as naive as some people like to think. He changed the subject to his vineyard, so I’d not focus on how he’s been treated. I allowed the subject to change, but it doesn’t mean it is closed. Ivan may have accepted his share of the responsibility for not believing my brother or his sister, but that doesn’t put the ranked wolves in the clear. My brother might be in another country, but he will get an earful about decorum and professionalism. He should know better how to deliver such news; smirking or coming off like he was joking is NOT it. I won’t be as harsh on Amelia. I’m sure she has tried her best. But she is a young mama with responsibilities that keep her from visiting Ivan often. I’m sure she’d love to see more of him. I’m also sure of everyone she knows her brother the best, and I get the feeling that when he digs his heels in on something, you’re more likely to move an actual mountain. However, my cousin does not get a pass. It’s been three y
If Regina hadn’t been in my lap when that little shit dared to intrude, they’d be scraping him off the wall. And when I considered moving Regina to do just that, Delilah Fayte intervened. I watched in shock and confusion. I’m impressed with how the youngest Fayte turned out. I’ve heard plenty of the might of her older sisters, but I’ve not witnessed any of it. So seeing the soft-spoken Fayte, known as the sweet one taking Valter down with aggressive vines, complete with apple gag, was something. This was proof that you shouldn’t judge someone by what you see. Everyone has a depth you’d never know unless you look closer or provoke them. I froze when she recognized me. I was waiting for disapproval. I did commit unforgivable things during the war, including against Nebrodi. Alpha Tiberius, still weird to call him that, still won’t look at me. I won’t blame him. I was forced to kill the Nebrodi Delta couple to kill Tiberius’ parents. Even in death, I cannot forgive Gastone for killing
I didn’t buy for a second that the couple sincerely apologized. We only got it because of my rank and whom we were related to, which is bullshit. Being a Beta heir, being related to an Alpha, or in Ivan’s case, being related to a Gamma shouldn’t be why someone apologizes. They should apologize because what they did was cruel and unnecessary. But whatever, I’ll let it go. Ivan doesn’t want to hold a grudge about it, so I won’t either. Not like we’ll probably ever see them again. And now everyone at this ball knows what happens if they mess with me or my mate. That will save us trouble. And for those from Sicily, it will quickly get out that we are mates and to keep their mouths shut about my mate. I don’t think his sister was upset or offended that we are mates. I’d have to ask Ivan if she said anything in their link. I doubt she’d be displeased that he found his mate, no matter who she was. While it being me has the drawback of him having to change packs, he won’t be far. I’ve never
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.