I decided to gift you with a third chapter today, since the past several have been shorter in length. I hope you enjoy the int os tension and heat...we will get there...I promise.
Kaiya What the fuck was that? I wonder to myself as I reel in the heat of what just passed between Dylan and I. I am uncertain what to think or feel. All reasoning has left me as the guards, Tanner, Ross and Jared all lead me to my new home in the dungeons, because I am a clever “Little Mouse”. Honestly, I think Ace lost the plot somewhere. He is not right in the head. Dylan, on the other hand…Dylan made my heart race and my body fill with a need I never imagined having. I need to feel his touch. I crave his hands all over my body, his kisses, his mouth. I want him to explore me and ravish me. I want to give into his most depraved desires. I have never felt this way before, not even when Ace touches me and my body responds to him, does this level of need strike me. ‘It is because Dylan was being kind and sensual,’ I think I hear the faintest, weakest voice mumble in my mind and then my headache takes over. “Is my headache caused by Lilly trying to re-awaken?” I mumble to myself t
Ace Yesterday evening’s interaction with Kaiya plays out in my mind as I sit between Rebecca and Dylan in the dining hall. Rebecca, feels ill and excuses herself, calling for her little Omega girl to help her to our suite, while I finish my meal next to the steel trap that is my brother. Dylan is as cold as a block of ice. How can Kaiya be turned on by that? Why don’t I make her as anxious to play as he does? I could see it in her eyes when I asked. She wants him in ways I want her to want me. I hate her and what she did to Rebecca, but I can not deny my desire to possess Kaiya and fill her with my seed. I am pondering this when one of the pack historian’s approaches. I listen carefully as he speaks to my brother. “Dylan, I found something important you need to hear. You and your brother both!” The Historian, Octavius I believe, says. “Yes, Octavius..then please tell us,” Dylan says with a hint of curiosity in his tone. “Hmmm…how do I put this lightly?” The historian muses. “Fra
Dylan I cannot just go up to the Lycan King’s Mate, his Luna, and ask her if she is this lost heir or if she has children. I mean, we know she has a son, everyone knows she has a son. He will be eighteen in the spring, but The Lycan King’s son is his heir, we would have to give our pack over to him. If we don’t fix things, we will have to anyway. I make my way to my father’s house and his home office. He moved to this townhouse after retiring. My father doesn’t run the pack or the business anymore, but he has been working on some side business venture idea he had. “Dad, I’m glad you are in,” I say as I walk into his home office and meet his cold stare. I never thought green was a cold color, but when my father’s green eyes meet mine, I get a chill. My father sits behind his enormous, showy, teak desk in his leather swivel chair with a casual but professional looking collared shirt and dark slacks. He never was good at unwinding, at least not after mom died. I vaguely remember a
Ace “What a crock of shit!” I snarl as I rage at no one, in my office. “We are the Alphas and everyone knows these ridiculous prophecies are things to entertain children and old ladies.” I pace and grumble. I feel a headache coming on, so I pop my headache medicine and pace once more around the room before plopping on to my tastefully modern black leather sofa. I prefer an uncluttered, clean, modern, professional look, unlike my brother who still has trophies from sports we played as kids and seems to prefer a more chaotic design style. Or can we call his style ‘design’? A tentative knock on my door makes me turn and respond, “Who is it?” “A-Alpha, sir? The-the hostages…ah..the rogues have been processed and made ready for questioning, sir,” A jittery young voice says. It must be that new guard, what was his name, Josiah? I open the door and look at the tawny skinned boy with the buzz cut and enormous brown eyes before reply, “ Lead the way, Josiah!” “It’s Jesus, sir!” The yo
Kaiya***Trigger warning-many chapters contain fragments of sexual violence, but this chapter contains a fairly graphic depiction of rape, if this triggers you, you may want to skip reading this chapter. Your mental health means a lot to me, only read this chapter under caution.*** Of course, he shows up more. One of the days, I hoped for just one or two visits from Ace and he is here early in the afternoon. Usually he comes at around am and again around seven or eight at night. I look at him as he lowers the hook, oh! He wants to make me his pinata again. He enjoys this little game of his. He strives to see how long before I cry out and how long before I let the pain claim my thoughts and consume me. Ace steps into my cell and hooks my wrist shackles to the hook, before taking a step back out to raise it up enough so I barely grace the floor with my feet. This is one of his favorites. He hasn’t realized, yet that the more he does this the more used to it I get and the more contro
Ace I didn’t mean to mark Kaiya, but something came over me right before my headache struck me. I pulled out of her and admired her delicious form before leaving her cell and coming back here to wash myself off. I had intended to tighten the belt around her throat if she tried to fight me off, but her body never did, only her words even sounded like an objection, but I know she enjoyed it. I shouldn't be so surprised she was still a virgin, but with her looks and perfect body, I am surprised others haven’t tried making her theirs. However she always was a good girl…what am I thinking? I need my medications! This headache is driving me to weird thoughts. I’m toweling myself off and searching for my medicine when Dylan mindlinks me. ‘Brother, meet me in your office! Now!’ ‘Let me get dressed! I just showered,’ I reply, suspicious of his timing. He couldn’t know about what I’ve done already, could he? I quickly dry off and get dressed, opting for a styling product to tame my hair
Dylan I stare at Ace before answering my phone and walking out of his office as flustered as I have been in a while. How come he never told me about mom’s journals before? “Yeah, Dad. What is it?” I ask. “Can you come over? You wanted to talk and I don’t know how much I feel like revealing, but I can tell you a few things you might want to know,” my father sighs into the phone. “I’ll be right there,” I reply as I unlock my office and place the journals into my desk drawer along with their keys. ‘I really hope whatever he has to tell me is helpful,’ I say to Tam, who has stepped forward in my mind space but remains quiet.I pull up in front of my father’s townhouse before long and rush up the front steps to his door. I knock twice and open the door, as is our usual ritual. “I’m in my office,” my father calls out and I head into the room I already suspected he would be in.His back is to me and he is looking out the window, but he speaks to me as I enter and take a seat.“There ar
Dylan I was sitting in my office pondering the possibility of the moon goddess messing with us be pairing us with our half sister when I suddenly got a call from Ross. “Alpha Dylan, I know you relate to Kaiya differently than your brother, so I am calling you because I am a little worried,” Ross said. “She hasn’t eaten or drank anything nor has she spoken in over four hours.You know that is a feat for her.” “She hasn’t said anything? Not one word?” I asked, getting nervous. Kaiya always has a perfect comeback. “Not a word nor any sound,” Ross replied. “It’s worrisome.” “Do not call my brother! I’m coming!” I instructed before storming out of my office and that brings us to where I am now with this interaction replaying in my mind and the near certainty the Ace did something horrific to our mate. I am fuming before I even reach her cell, but seeing the state Kaiya is in breaks my heart. Her eyes are completely unfocused as she stares blankly ahead, though I can see dried tear trac
Dierdre The Lord of The Hunt…He is the estranged prince of the Spring Kingdom. His elder brother is the future king. But the Lord of The Hunt is a wildcard. No one is ever quite sure what to expect. I awakened in an elegant room within his forest palace. At first, I think I am alone and then he speaks. “Priestess, have you thought about my proposal or is that man in my dungeon your mate?” “I have a fated mate, of that I am certain,” I reply. “And you choose to ignore our bond?” “I told you already that when I meet my fated mate, we will return if it is in agreement that we see if my mate also feels the bond,” I reply. “I have yet to meet my mate.” “What if I am all the Mate you are promised?” He asks. “I have seen a vision with a wolf and Lycan, you are neither of those,” I reply. “Dierdre, please! Please, tell me you feel it!” He pleads. “I…I feel it, but…you were not in my vision,” I admit at last. “And the Wolf-Lycan man in my dungeon?” “He is having me guide him to one o
Miguel The first two days we had to travel slowly as we passed through the dark region. The Bodkins entertained us both nights we were there and yesterday we crossed through what Dierdre called the Twilight Threshold into a very green and purple landscape that she informed me is The Spring Kingdom. We are going to a kingdom known as The Kingdom of Nod…Chimera Fae and dream sprites are the most prominent species after The High Elves that are present in nearly every realm. I have been learning about the realms and travel through this kingdom has been sped up by a bit of transportation magic. Dierdre explained that her Shadow Wolf Magic could allow her to travel through shadows and even bring me along, but that it is too unpredictable in this landscape. Tomorrow we will cross into The Summer Kingdom. The Kingdom of Nod is somewhere beyond the Kingdoms of The Four Seasons. This morning we saw our first Shrinking Violet. She was a pretty little Fae, but as she blushed a vibrant purple
Raiden The first few days without Miguel have been alright, but there is a restless energy that had Alpha Kaiya concerned enough to call the Lycan King for some support. Her half-brother, the Future Lycan King along with his mate, are set to arrive ahead of his father today. His father and some warriors will be arriving in the coming days, but they have a secret route. It is best not to alert the growing mass of Shades, Riders, and beasts that we have backup coming. Beta Amina (who I guess I can just call Amina since she is basically my sister in law) keeps us updated on everything so that we can remain safe and vigilant. I would feel better if I knew my twin and Miguel were safe, but there is no way for us to reach them where they are, or to know when they find one another. I know that the dream we had, or rather the vision, was of them, but we never reached them. “Today, I am taking all three of you shopping for maternity clothes,” Lena announces as she enters the living room,
Miguel The sorceress…priestess…Mage…whatever you want to call her, meets me in the foyer of the Packhouse on the morning of our departure. “I suppose we ought to get to know one another since I will be bringing you into the realm of the fae and my magic combined with your muscle will be our primary defenses against anything foul. I am Deirdre, the half sister of your Alphas, Ace and Dylan. I am a priestess and half mage with both werewolf and Lycan blood,” the young, dark haired woman states as she shakes my hand. “I am Miguel. I too am part Lycan and I chose to join my small pack to the pack of your brothers and their mates, giving up my title as Alpha to strengthen both of our packs. I am a skilled fighter, but hope we don’t come into too many perils with my mates all counting on me to return in one piece,” I reply. “I really wish you would take someone else along with you,” Alpha Dylan says to his younger sister. “That can not be done. Miguel will be fine as he is seeking one
Lena It’s the last full moon before Miguel goes into the realm of the fae to try to find our other mate, Raiden’s long lost twin. I will be here with all of our pregnant mates. I know my fighting skills aren’t as great as Rita’s or Raiden’s, but I will do everything in my power to keep them safe. With the full moon rising, I can feel the heat and rut cycle beginning to take over, so all other thoughts will be set aside. I work to get dinner ready for myself and my mates. Antony is by my side, preparing the salad and making us dessert. His sweet face is turning rosy and I can tell from his looks that he can smell my rising arousal. He won’t go into heat, but he will get horny with the rest of us. The bond will ensure that. Of the four mates I have currently, three are pregnant and deliciously glowing with their pregnancies. “We’ll have to hope you don’t also get pregnant,” Miguel says from behind me. “At least not until I have returned.” “If I do, I know our pack will do their
Tobias Being a newly awakened pregnant Lycan is strange at best. I am hungry or horny often and now it’s the full moon. So both of my mates will be giving off sexy feromones which makes me even more horny. Gah! I just realized that my younger sister is going through this very same thing at the moment, only she has more mates than I do! That is mortifying. I need to put the entire thought out of my head. It’s bad enough that I can’t train while pregnant so I am overthinking things. “Tobias, stop overthinking. Talk to me if you need to,” Amina says, looking up from the report she is reading. “Or, if it helps you to get out of your head, read over one of these reports for me and see what you can discern from it. Maybe a fresh set of eyes will help me gain a new perspective on this situation.”I stop pacing and sit on the sofa in her office with one of the reports. SHe has been over these a dozen times. It’s the reports flooding in from all over the country about The Riders and The Sh
Damien I don’t mind helping carry things and put them all in the correct rooms of the new house. I don’t even mind putting the furniture together with Miguel. But when we are all done and Miguel sits down to talk with me and voices his concerns, it feels…different. It’s like he really is embracing me as family, which I know we are since he is mated to my mates’ sisters, but I still often feel like an outsider. “While I’m gone, can you please keep an eye on them for me. I know you are training Lena, and Rita and Raiden can both fight, but with them pregnant, I just…Lena can’t protect three pregnant mates alone,” Miguel sighs. “After the full moon, I’m heading out to find Raiden’s twin and birth giving parent.” “We knew that, but I really hope it goes well and you come back soon. I will watch out for them and I will continue training Lena,” I reply. “Afterall, we are family and family takes care of one another.” I don’t know what else I can say. It’s not like I can assure him they
Sorry I disappeared, I have had some major family stuff happen, but will resume updates in the coming weeks. They may only be 2 or 3 per week for now, but I am aiming to work back up to daily updates. I didn't mean to leave everyone hanging and I have to catch up on where in the story I am so that I can continue from there. Hopefully, some of the stuff getting in the way of me writing will be handled more permanently soon.Thank you for your patience in the meantime.I believe I have less than 20 chapters left in part 2 (give or take depending on how long some scenes take to write) then we will be moving on to part 3. So far part 2 has gone in directions I didn't forsee when I first planned it, but I like where it has gone better than the original plan. I fully intend parts 3 and 4 to be packed with action and more surprises. And hope to finish the book by the end of June or July.
Amina Today is moving day. Damien, Tobias and I are helping Lena and her mates move into their new home. As we drop the children off in the nursery with the other young ones I nod at Kaiya when she mindlinks me that she has noticed how unsettled Xavier has become when he isn’t near Amal. Both have increased their tantrums and upset when apart over the last several weeks. I am uncertain how we can fix it without making a permanent space for the kids to have as their space, maybe the suite they stay in during our heat and rut cycles needs to be their nursery and all of our children will move into that space and have one or two of us or permanent sitters there with them. I know my mother would gladly permanently help raise her grandchildren. Xavier’s concern for his little mate’s safety is heartwarming, but it leaves me with a feeling in the pit of my stomach. The heir is worried about a war we know is coming, but have never told him about. I steady my mind and focus on the task at