Show of hands how many people needed a tissue for this chapter? Cause I cried so much writing it.
I have had more than my fill of this bullshit. I want out of this hell hole once and for all. I don’t even know how long it’s been since I was first captured with Thales. But I know that I have been tortured, abused, and terrorized since then. I’ve been dropped down a pit, attacked by demonic playing cards, had chess pieces try to murder me, been in the middle of a power struggle between twin witch cunts, and given half-assed answers from ancient wolf spirits. Then I was attacked by a million small armchairs, forced to attack my mate, and subsequentially gotten my ass kicked by my mate. After that, I was assaulted by stupid monkeys, more torture, learned my mate was supposed to be my best friend’s mate too, wandered in circles, then forced into a game of hide and seek and sucked into a mirror. Fuck, laying it all out like that is a total downer. And I haven’t even gotten to the worse part. I know; how could it be worse? The worse part is that I’ve been separated from my wolf. He’s my
I’ve never been trained in how to use magic. So to wield this much power was nearly impossible. I don’t have the control over it that a seasoned witch like Melania or Bisnonna would. And while I was holding my own, sending out blasts, it wasn’t honed. It was wild and untamed. It was nothing compared to the pinpoint accuracy that Bisnonna used to free Tiberius or as consistent in strength as the blast she sent to counter Melania. I always knew she was a powerful witch. Only the most powerful in the coven can become the Crone. I didn’t think she cared well at all about me. Not to have a pity party but growing up, we weren’t exactly close, and I always felt I was a disappointment for not having shown signs of magic or a wolf. So for her to come here and fight to protect me, it’s unexpected. I know she has reason to interfere as far as this war goes and ensure the prophecy is fulfilled. So her coming to fight Melania wasn’t a surprise. Her coming to protect me that’s a surprise. I covere
You know how women always say men don’t know real pain because we don’t give birth? Not to sound sexist but fuck that. Try having your life force drained by magic with a witch’s power harpooned through your heart. No epidural can alleviate my pain and every second of this pain feels like hours. Plus, there isn’t a new life to make the pain all worth it when this is all over. When the pain finally ended, Katrina freed me of the Shit Witch’s power. All I saw was pain. Katrina’s beautiful face wore a heartbroken expression, tears staining her cheeks, and her eyes bloodshot from crying. And I don’t think any of those are joyful that I’m freed from Shit Witch’s magic. I winced and looked around and saw why my mate was in tears. Across the room, her Bisnonna lay lifeless. Shit Witch killed her and, in doing so, broke my love’s heart. I don’t have any attachment to the old Crone, but she was family to Katrina, even if estranged. I know the pain of losing one’s family. “Let’s kill this bitc
I felt so drained, physically and emotionally, after everything that happened. I felt like I could sleep for days. Of course, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. There’s too much that still has to be done. Melania may be dead, but I don’t know how the rest of this war is going. However, I do not doubt that Papa will be victorious. I’ll still need to talk to him and André about everything that happened. About mamma and Bisnonna. I woke up when someone knocked at the door. Opening one eye, I looked to see Tiberius awake and watching me. “You are such a creeper,” I mumbled. “I told you I have slept long enough.” He reminded me. “And maybe I’m a little worried that if I close my eyes, you’re going to disappear, and this will all be a dream, and I’m still trapped in that hell hole.” He admitted. I sighed and gave him a quick kiss as the heavy knock sounded again. “Katrina?” Papa’s voice called out as the door handle turned. We barely had time to sit up before Papa walked into the room.
“If either of you is naked, that’s your problem. Katrina, I’m your brother. We were born naked together. And Tiberius, well, I’m all for seeing what my sister’s getting.” André boldly announced as he flung the door open without bothering to knock. A cute man groaned as he trailed behind my brother with his hands over his face. Oh, he is adorable, whomever he is. “André Marcus D’Amore, you are not getting to see my mate naked. We agreed as children we do not share men.” I shouted, throwing my shoe at my twin. “Don’t worry. I don’t want your sleeping, well, awakened beauty. I have one of my own.” André winked, pulling the shy man forward so I could get a better look. “I see. Does your mate speak?” I asked, eyeing the man-candy at his side. André laughed while picking up my shoe and tossing it back. “Hello, Princess Katrina.” My brother’s mate bowed his head, all polite and formal. I can appreciate that, even if my brother rolled his eyes and nudged him with his hip. “You don’t have
I may not like still being stuck in this hospital bed, but having Katrina in it with me makes it all better. Making out with Katrina certainly made having to be in bed an easier pill to swallow. As Mary Poppins said, a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. Tasting her lips was undoubtedly sweet, even if it wasn’t enough. I want more. I want to taste every inch of her. I want to make her mine in all the ways possible. It wasn’t all making out. I may be a horny wolf, but there is more to being mates than physical attraction. A lot happened, and we needed to talk about it. Most of our conversation was Katrina retelling me about how she saw her mamma and learning she was always meant to have magic and a wolf. Meeting me unlocked her magic, but we agreed that without Thales, her wolf might never awaken. There were also many tears. I held her as she cried. She cried for her mamma, who went her life not knowing she had magic till she knew true love, and the first time she felt that
Tiberius and Alexander thought they were being quiet. I woke up the moment the door opened. I pretended to sleep, hoping it would get my cousin to leave faster. Thankfully it did. I don’t want to talk to anyone just yet. And before I talk to my cousins about what happened, I need to talk to Papa and André. They need to hear these things before anyone else. After Alexander left, I thought to let Tiberius know I was awake, but I decided to play along when he went under the blankets. If he wants to wake me up orally, I will not say no or ruin it. I’m all about this plan, and he didn’t disappoint. Some guys are just not good at eating a pussy. They are sloppy and uncoordinated. It’s happened more than once in my life. Tragic really. Thankfully Tiberius knew how to use his tongue in the best ways and even accepted some guidance. That’s another thing I love about him. He doesn’t have an over-inflated ego. I’ve had lovers that got offended when I’d try to direct them. Because, of course, th
Interruptions aside, best sex of my LIFE! I wasn’t sure how quickly we’d recover from her brother and his mate interrupting us. But I should never have doubted Katrina or the effect she and the mate bond have on me. I went from half hard to full mast in record time. I almost felt bad for the person who had t clean my hospital room as we left later that day as the whole room smelled of sex. I wasn’t sure where we’d be going after leaving the hospital. I don’t know what state Nebrodi is in for us to head back to. I know I don’t want to stay at the Alpha villa in Katrina’s bedroom. While I’d be happy to be around the Fayte sisters, I don’t know how well I’d perform with Katrina’s dad lurking about, able to hear us fucking. “So if we aren’t staying at the villa because I can’t express how awkward that would be for me. Where are we going to stay? What happened to your car?” I asked as I started to slow down as she led the way to her car, which looked like it was on its last leg. “Oh, fuc
With Dream Mate completed, everyone must wonder, “What’s next!?”Well, I’m going to tell you, this may not be the schedule you were hoping to get, but this is what’s next.The Destroyer will be posted six days a week. Thankfully for my brain, it’s already written, and I’m just editing and making minor changes before posting a chapter. Man’s Best Wingman, the fifth in the Ravenwood series that will focus on Clay Nikolaidis (twin brother of Reese and cousin to Darius, Elijah, and Forrest), will release in November after I get enough chapters written to submit for a contract. Once it’s signed, it will be posted six days a week. I know everyone is anticipating the next of my werewolf series, but at the moment, my brain needs a break from the werewolf universe. Never fear, though; Sicilian Holiday (D'Amore holiday short story), The Genius Delta (Silvercloud/Persephone), The Quiet Giant's Mate (Regina/Ivan), Beta's Innocent Mate (Alexander/Delilah), Beta's Twin Mates (Zoe/Gunnar/Henrik),
Six years! Can you believe it’s been six years since my world was turned upside down in the worst and best ways? I sure the hell can’t. Six years ago today, I was standing in my Delta heir room getting ready for my best friend and Alpha heir Thales’ welcome home bash with my fingers crossed he’d find his mate in our Beta heir Crista Fayte. I was so off base on that line of thinking. We will have our annual memorial to remember the lives of those we lost and celebrate what their sacrifices protected. I hope I’ve made Thales, my parents, and his parents proud as Alpha, even if some days I feel like I’m a hoax, just a stand-in for the real Alpha. There are times, fewer as the years have gone on, that I keep waiting for Thales to walk into the office and tell me to get out of his chair and stop fucking his Luna. Okay, the second part I only felt that first year. Katrina is my mate, so Thales being here or not wouldn’t change that I was meant to be with her. But if he’d lived, she’d be hi
It’s been over a year since the Sicilian pack war started, and my life changed forever. Well, not just my life but everyone’s changed after Icky Iggy and Shit Witch Melania launched their war. Nebrodi took the brunt, losing more than half of the pack in the massacre, including their ranked wolves and one of my mates. There was so much loss in that war that it sometimes was hard to focus on what was gained. I know my family will never forget what we lost or what we gained. I lost Thales before I knew he was meant to be mine, and we all lost Bisnonna Chiara. But I got Tiberius, my magic, and my wolf. Papa gained Crista, and now they have my adorable sisters, Gwen and Christina. André gained Darren and his adopted son Lando from this war. So while what was lost will never be forgotten, I know we should appreciate what we have and are building towards. Papa is experiencing fatherhood at the side of the woman he loves and was always meant to be with. I love getting to visit Papa and see h
The last thing I remembered was feeling too tired to keep my eyes open as Tiberius passed me to Papa. How long was I asleep? Where am I? I shouldn’t be too worried, I’d last been with Papa, and nothing bad could ever happen to me when I was with him. And I didn’t feel panicked about where I was because while the bed under me wasn’t familiar, the scent around me was. That all-so-consuming smell of basking in the summer sun, the intense orange and golden amber scent that I have known since my first shift as Tiberius’ scent. It only made sense that he would smell of sunshine with his bright and warm personality. And summer is one of my favorite seasons. Ironically winter is my other. So the presence of his scent meant I was near him or at least in a room where he spent much time. If I’m not at our villa, where am I? And why does it smell like Tiberius? These questions and more faded from my mind as the bond ignited my soul as I felt Tiberius’ lips against mine. My lips moved in tandem w
I have a minimal worldview about magic. And I’m sorry to say most of that is negative. I don’t deny that there are good witches out there. I’m mated to the best one. But my time dealing with Shit Witch, yes, I refuse to use her name - monsters don’t deserve words, has left a bad taste in my mouth and a negative view of witch stuff. But despite all that, I was intrigued to witness this ascension ritual Katrina would perform. She’s studied harder than anyone else in the ranked hierarchy for tonight, and most of it was for this ritual. This was much memorization of incantations and what order everything was supposed to happen. Our oath ceremony was about knowing how to respond to a question. Okay, so I flipped through her binder the other night. I wanted to know what she would have to do and why she was spending so much time with her nose in the binder and the Crone grimoire. And I gotta say it looked like a lot. I didn’t understand most of what was going on, but as long as she did, it
Getting through the pack ceremony was a cakewalk. Weird but easy. Strange because till Nina woke up, I never had a link, and even when she did wake up, I only unlocked my family link. But as everyone after me sipped from that cup, I felt a Nebrodi link open. I could hear the voices of everyone in the pack, well, everyone old enough to have a wolf. It was an incredible feeling to be connected to them. It was overwhelming. For those too young, I know the link will open to them when they come of age, and I look forward to it. How does Papa do this? How can he be tied to everyone in Incubi and not lose his mind? All their thoughts and feelings quickly outnumbered my own as the others took their seats. ‘Crazy, I’m the one saying this, but focus, Katrina.’ Tiberius’ voice pushed past all the other voices, and his feelings of serenity overshadowed everyone else’s swirling emotions. ‘A pack link is overwhelming, especially for anyone of rank. But you need to focus. Focus on your thoughts an
I’ve said it before, and I’ll keep saying it for the rest of my life; I am one lucky son of a bitch to have Katrina as my mate. There is no doubt she was born to lead. Her organizational skills are out of this world, just like her imagination. I know the outfits she had Imma create were from André’s mind, but everything else about this ceremony is all her. Nebrodi is not as stuck on tradition as other packs. But the practices we do have Katrina followed to a T. We don’t have a set location for our ceremony, usually hosting it at the pack house. I’d snuck a peak at Katrina’s ceremony grounds, which looked amazing. Since our ceremony merged with her Coven ritual, she wanted it performed outside. And something about the ritual will mark the space as a sacred space within the pack for the Coven. The whole scene is witchy and exciting with all the candles and symbols. Like in the center of the clearing, a stone altar had been placed at the center of an elaborately created image created fr
Preparing for the ceremony took up a lot of my time. While there may not be defined guidelines for Incubi, certain traditions must be followed. And some of the practices have to be modified to suit our ranked wolves. The rules were written for males to be the ranked wolves, and fewer restrictions were given to their mates. As Luna, I’m the only one held to a set standard. And this wasn’t just a Nebrodi ceremony I had to deal with as The Coven would be there. I am expected to perform a new moon ritual to assume my position in the Coven as Crone officially. Historically the successor ritual is performed on a new moon. It is a time to plant the seeds of the future, which means my promises as their leader. Which is probably why my binder is twice as big as everyone else’s. There is so much I have to remember. The Luna stuff, I’m good with that. I was the daughter of an Alpha. I saw how a pack was run and understood the duties of a Luna, even if our pack lacked one. It’s the Crone stuff I
I need to think more before sending gifts to the Fayte sisters. I didn’t think sending her Gwen’s dress would cause a fashion emergency worthy of André skipping an Alpha meeting. I knew how much that dress meant to Crista and how she’d dreamed of wearing it for her Beta ceremony. I hadn’t considered the Incubi traditions she’d have to follow or just how fired up Katrina would get about abiding by them. The Incubi ceremony went off without a hitch, and so did the after-party. And thanks to André’s quick thinking, Incubi tradition was upheld, and Crista got to feel a connection to her mother on such a special day. A wardrobe change was an ideal solution. It made her entrance at the reception a more significant wow factor. So overall, I give the day two thumbs up. When the Faytes joined Incubi, I was sad when I lost the pack connection to Crista and felt it when Persephone and Delilah took their oaths even though they didn’t have their wolves yet. But on the bright side, since I’m mate