“You’re disgusting. Get out of my room,” I demand as I press up to my feet. He doesn’t protest and stands up, slicking his bright pink hair back. “Whatever ya say, Bunny. Get some sleep. You have an early day tomorrow,” he winks at me and makes his way out the door. - - - - Sapphire Stone is the third daughter of the late Alpha Bronson Stone. Despite losing both her parents to the Fated Plague when she was just a child, and being separated from her sisters, Saph maintained an optimistic attitude. She was always the sister who could look on the bright side. That is until she lost her chosen mate when he sacrificed his life for another. Once bright-eyed and caring Saph is now using any means to numb herself from the pain of her broken heart. Her reckless behavior has ultimately landed her in serious trouble with Alpha Asher of Red Mountain Pack. Coping with her loss and grief is hard enough. Now, Saph must face the man who cost her chosen mate his life, along with helping find a cure for what could be another plague. Alpha Asher is the light-hearted, and alternative, leader of the Red Mountain Pack. After uprooting his pack from Australia, Asher has vowed to always keep his pack members safe and free from worry. The full moon run reveals a bond that Asher cannot fight, but also cannot act on. With secrets from his past resurfacing, Asher will do anything to protect his new-found mate, even if it’s from herself. A former betrayal looms in the shadows, threatening to decimate what’s left of Asher’s pack. It will require him to trust his mate, and new allies, to help him save what matters most to him.
View MoreArtemis POV
People always fear what they don’t understand, what they don’t know- what’s different. You would think growing up amongst supernatural beings, I’d be surrounded by open-minded individuals, people who are accepting of differences. Maybe they were before the plague- the infamous Fated Plague.
About thirty years ago, werewolves all over the world were becoming ill and dying. Sickness is common in the human world, but it’s rare for supernatural beings. Werewolves, vampires, angels, demons, fae, witches- I’m sure there are more- are all supernatural beings. Although each race tends to keep to themselves, we all lived in some form of harmony before the plague.
When the plague began killing werewolves left and right, they refused to blame their precious Moon Goddess. Why would she punish her own, right? The Fated Plague targeted werewolves who had sealed a bond to their Goddess-given mate. Something so horrific must be the work of some other being because the Moon Goddess would never hurt her own children, right? At least that’s what werewolves in my father’s pack believed. I soon learned werewolves were hunting down witches, thinking we had cast some kind of spell on them.
The Fated Plague killed tens of thousands of werewolves, and as a result, just as many witches were hunted, wrongfully accused, and killed as well. My mother tried to reason with our pack; she was a witch after all, and our father fell ill to the Fated Plague. Why would she want her own mate to die? I learned then that people don’t see reason when all they want is revenge.
Our pack used to admire my parents’ bond because it was so rare- a werewolf and a witch. They celebrated my twin sister and me when we were born as hybrid twins. Yaya and I had the best of both worlds. We could shift to our wolf forms, and we had the ability to conjure magic. Yaya is an enchantress, she can cast spells and gets her strength from the elements. I’m an elixirist, I make potions and tonics of all sorts.
Our mother, Constance, was a compassionate woman who used her magic for good. She would heal and bring joy to the pack. She even tried to heal our pack members who fell ill to the plague, yet they still believed she only did that to cover her tracks as one of the creators of the plague. They created a narrative about our mother, claiming that she put a spell on our father, Dawson, and made him believe that they were fated mates. They claimed our mother started the plague and used a fake bond with our father to gain access to our pack so she could kill them all.
I laugh thinking about how stupid they were. Fucking idiots. Our Alpha was the biggest idiot of them all when he ordered our mother’s execution. His mate, our Luna, died from the plague and he literally led a witch hunt throughout our entire territory, forcing my mother, Yaya, and me to run. We lived in caves and even tried to hide amongst humans, but they always found us. One day, our mother decided to give me and Yaya a chance to live; she made us run without her.
“It’s me they want, and I’m becoming too weak to run anymore,” my mother strained as she coughed up phlegm and blood into her hands. Her skin had lost its warm glow and was now ashen. Her lips were chapped, and she lost so much weight.
“We are too young, Mom. We still need you.” I begged her to keep fighting for a little longer. Yaya had her knees pulled into her chest as she cried silent tears.
“Children will always need their mother, no matter how old they get. But you are both old enough to live without me. You have each other. Always fight for each other,” she instructed me sternly, Her eyes glowing a fiery orange.
“I promise, Mom.”
“Good. Now…Go!” She pointed to the door of the crappy motel room we had been hiding in. Yaya and I gave her one final hug, grabbed our backpacks, and then we ran.
We were only fourteen at the time.
Yaya urged me to run away with her, but I wouldn’t abandon our mother like that. We hid in the trees across from the motel where we watched as our pack broke into the motel room. Yaya managed a simple cloaking spell so they couldn’t find us. Even in the face of death, our mother held her ground. They beat her despite being too weak to fight. I held my hand over Yaya’s mouth to muffle her sobs- her cloaking spell wasn’t strong enough to conceal any noise we made.
We watched them tie our mother to a cheap, wooden chair. Then, our Alpha arrived. He stalked into the motel room. He reached for the blade he kept on his hip pulling it from its leather sheath. I swallowed what felt like a boulder when I saw the glint of the golden blade against the dim lights of the motel room.
Silver is a werewolf’s weakness; gold is a witch’s. Most don’t know this fact because witches keep this secret close to their chests. Our pack only knew because of our mother. They knew how painful gold was to the touch, just like silver burns a werewolf’s skin and flesh.
Yaya covered her eyes, but I couldn’t. I watched as he tortured my mother, slicing her open slowly. I watched as she fought the urge to scream as her skin burned.
I watched, and now, I hate them.
Eight years later, I still hate them all. Every werewolf. Every ignorant Alpha. It was just a means to an end to agree to work with Bram for the last couple of years to help kill Alphas and take over packs.
Yaya didn’t want revenge to the same extent that I did, but she would never leave my side. Even now, she is chained in a cell across from me. The silver chains burn our skin because of our werewolf genes. We have been kept down here for months; held prisoner, harassed, and embarrassed. The cycle continues, but not for much longer.
I keep my ear pressed to the stone walls that surround me. I wait for the familiar tapping. The full moon is a few days away and these stupid howlers will be too busy looking for their mates again. Stupid.
Some things never change. You’d think the plague would cause all these moon-lovers to run in the opposite direction of the full moon and fated mates. Following the plague, nobody found their fated mate, their soulmate, for over twenty years. Our parents’ generation was the last to have fated mates. But, somehow, they are back. And I have caught whispers that more people are finding their fated mates. Once again, werewolves are blinded by their desire to find their soulmate. Oh well, makes my escape much easier.
I shuffle my feet in the loose dirt and grime that covers my cell floor. Still no sign of him.
“Artemis?” My sister calls out to me from her cell. Her back is to me, and she is curled into a ball, wrapped in the thin sheet, they call a blanket. A growl leaves my lips knowing she is struggling and losing her will as each day passes.
“I’m here, Yaya,” I say gently. I wish I were strong enough to break out of this cell. She’s too weak to use her magic due to the herbs they’ve covered her cell with, and the silver bindings suppress our wolves too. We are essentially human now.
“How are you?” she asks as she turns around to face me. Her small cot creaks as she shifts her weight. Her curly hair is a mess around her face and her orange eyes are puffy and tired. I haven’t looked in a mirror in months, but since we have similar features, I’d imagine I look worse for wear.
“I’m magical,” I say in an uplifting, sarcastic tone. We both crack up and share a laugh.
That was something we heard our parents say when we were kids. Our dad would always ask our mom how she was feeling after a long day, especially once he got sick. Our mother didn’t want to cause him further stress by saying she felt scared or sad. She would always tell him she felt magical, which was even funnier given she was a witch. It always made our dad smile and lighten his spirits. Yaya and I adopted that same tradition once we were on our own. It was our way of keeping our parents’ memories alive.
“Stay that way. Wake me up when they bring our food down. I don’t want to deal with that mullet-haired idiot again,” she seethes as she rolls over again. The Beta of Red Mountain Pack. He has been our most recent tormentor for the last couple of weeks. He and his pink-haired, Alpha brother are first on my list once I’m out of here.
Them, and the rest of this pack.
Not much longer.
Tap…Tap-Tap…Tap…
Saph POV One Month Later “I’m just sayin’, bro, Archie is a very good name for a boy,” Archie jests as we make our way through the common area of the pack. Winter is in full force and the ground is covered in beautiful, white snow. Today is a mild day, without too much windchill. I wanted to take advantage of that and go for a walk. I’ve been getting stir crazy staying indoors. “Blame me, Archie. I vetoed that name on day one,” I toss back to my new brother-in-law. Archie fakes being offended, holding a hand to his chest and sucking in a gasp. “Oh stop. It’s her babies. She can name them whatever she wants. And let’s face it, the world can’t handle two Archibold Sorrens,” Yaya says as she swats her hand at Archie’s arm. He simply smiles at her and pulls her in close. “Bright Eyes, I don’t know what you’re suggestin’, but if we have a son, he’s gettin’ my name. That’s a done deal,” he retorts. It’s so hard to tell if he’s joking or not.
Chapter 70 Asher POV Fuck, my mate is sexy as fuck. Watching Saph ride my speaker- which is not a euphemism- was the hottest thing she’s done. Watching her shake and rattle from every note I played for her almost had me coming in my pants. I love how uninhibited she is around me and that we can be ourselves around each other. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she demands of me. I was already planning on doing just that. After her performance, my dick refuses to go to sleep until I combust inside of her. My impatient mate continues dominating my mouth with her tongue while undoing my pants. I appreciate the help. She grabs my cock and slowly lowers down on it. “Fuck, Bunny! I’m gonna blow from just havin’ the tip in. Your pussy is fuckin’ heaven!” I throw my head back, maintaining a firm grip on her ass. Saph continues lowering herself, sliding each inch of me into her pussy at a torturous pace. My dick is thumping, demanding I impale her and
Saph POV It’s twilight. Ruby’s birthday was perfect. Pearl did an amazing job helping me to plan it, down to the last detail. I didn’t miss how Asher spoke with her, and her spirit immediately shifted. He has not only helped me, but now he’s helped my sister too. I’ll forever be grateful for him, and how he fought for us before I even knew there was an us. “Sleep tight, Cupcake,” Asher whispers as I pull Ruby’s comforter up to her chin, making her cozy within her oversized bed. She yawns, hugging a pink teddy bear close to her body. “Goodnight, Papa. Goodnight, Saph.” Her words fade as she drifts off to sleep. I place a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. The pack house is quiet. Archie and Yaya are temporarily staying in the guest wing until their new home is built. It will be a few months until that’s finished. I slowly close Ruby’s door, holding my breath, careful not to make a sound, hoping she stays asleep. I slowly rel
Asher POV “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, Princess Ruby! Happy birthday to you! Hip, hip! Hooray!” The entire pack sings out to my daughter in the dining room of UGET. Sam and Cam wanted to host this special occasion and made all the food for tonight. Everyone is dressed for the occasion. It truly looks like an elegant ball. Saph and her sisters, well, mostly Pearl, took the lead on planning this party and the décor. Everyone takes to the middle of the dining room, which has been cleared out to become a giant dance floor. Temporary black and white, faux marble floors have been placed over the rustic hardwood. String LED lights hang down from the ceiling, looking like we are in a blue cavern. The floor has snowflake-shaped spotlights spinning around, highlighting the dancing pack members. The buffet tables are adorned with white tablecloths and mini-ice sculptures. It looks like a dreamy, Winter Wonderland. I walk up
Asher POV “I’m so glad that Daya and I have a son. There’s no way Calson will want a party like this. He’ll be perfectly content with a funny movie and microwave popcorn. Isn’t that right, little man?” Dare tickles baby Calson’s tummy, causing the plump pup to erupt into a fit of giggles. Fuck, I love the sound of a baby laughing. Dare is looking dapper in a black, velvet tuxedo jacket. The kicker is that he got to dress his baby. And, yup, the poor baby is also in a velvet suit. It wouldn’t be my fashion choice, but Calson does look adorable. “For fuck’s sake, Dare! Did you put him in a velvet diaper too?” Archie clucks, sipping his club soda. “Fuck you, Arch! What is it that your mate calls you? Mop Top? How about you keep your opinions to yourself. My son is the most handsome looking guy in this room. Not that he has much competition between you fucks,” Dare snaps, rocking his son, who is gnawing on one of his tiny fists, and drooling all over
Saph POV 1 Month Later “I can’t believe I’m wearing this. This is ridiculous,” Daya huffs, looking at herself in a full-length mirror in mine and Asher’s bedroom. I fully moved into the packhouse with him and Ruby. Not long after moving my things here, and officially joining Red Mountain Pack as their Luna, Ruby insisted that I help her plan ‘the best princess birthday party ever!’ She is too cute to say no to. And, given everything this pack- our pack- has been through, a large celebration is needed. With the theme of a princess party, Ruby demands that everyone be dressed as a prince or princess- tiaras, crowns, and all. Again, nobody has the heart, or the gall, to say no to her. Even Daya, who hates her frilly dress, is all too happy to appease my little princess. “I think you look adorable,” Pearl says sweetly, strutting ever-so-comfortably in her own gown. A beautiful champagne, sleeveless gown, with a fitted bodice and a ruffled A-line skirt. Her
Amy POV I feel bad interrupting Saph’s and Tatty Daddy’s tryst, but we are driving back to Running River Pack this afternoon. I want to talk with them about some things. “Come back later!” Asher shouts, clearly frustrated that I’m disturbing their sexy time. Oh well. I’m sure he and Saph will be happy once they are clued into the information I have. “Can’t do that brother-in-law,” I say cheerfully. “Amy?!” Saph squeals. My cheeks are aching from the stupid grin that I’m sporting. I’m not a fan of cock-blocking, or box-blocking, but this is important. “Yea, sis. Just wanted to have a quick chat with you two before I head back home,” I maintain my overly sweet tone while twisting my torso as if I’m a little kid asking for permission. I mean, I’m the same size as one, so might as well lean into the role, right? “Remind me to pummel your sister after this,” Asher mutters, but not lowly enough for my werewolf he
Saph POV We should be working. There is so much paperwork and reorganizing that we need to do, but how can I think of anything besides Asher’s body on top of mine right now? This man brings out a freaky side of me that I love exploring with him. Watching him throw his computer and supplies off his desk makes me drip with need. “Asher! You’re crazy!” I laugh as I watch the formerly neat stack of papers litter the office floor. “Crazy for you and your pussy, Bunny,” he growls into the shell of my ear, sucking my lobe between his teeth. I moan, arching my back into his chest, feeling his long, smooth cock press between my ass. How this man is hard and ready to go again is a medical mystery to me. I know werewolves rebound fast, but this is impressive. “You want it, Bunny? You want me to bend you over this desk, shove myself deep inside you and fuck you until you can’t walk?” He thrusts his hips into me, grinding himself against my backside, our bodi
Asher POV Humans have an interesting way of thinking about trauma. I see all of these inspirational quotes, usually accompanied with kittens hanging on a tree branch; they all send the same message. Bounce back. It’s all going to be okay in the end. Some would argue that I bounced back after Portia’s death. And I did, to an extent. But I didn’t bounce back to where I was. Maybe this is the scientist in me, seeing things too literally, but I didn’t really bounce back. That would require that day to have never happened. I bounced forward, after rolling in the darkest, and thickest mud. It took Archie beating the shit out of me and reminding me that just because Portia’s life ended, mine didn’t. It took me realizing that Ruby still had one parent, and I was doing a shitty job at being even a decent father. A couple of months ago, my life was bippity bopping along, and then Saph crashed into me. I saw her and I knew her pain better than anyone else. She was s
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