Ooo, Lorenzo, you are in so much trouble.
I was mentally prepared for entering Nebrodi and how bad it would look. Or that’s what I told myself on the drive there. But nothing could prepare me for what we saw. The destruction of the city was bad enough. Worse was seeing the bodies left to decompose and be picked at by scavenger animals. It was sickening. I don’t know if the turmoil in the pit of my stomach was disgust or anger. It’s probably both. If Melania and Icky Iggy weren’t already dead, I’d want to kill them again, seeing the state Nebrodi was left in. All this destruction and death for nothing. All because Melania feared the change my Papa and Crista will bring. All because of the fragile ego of Ignazio. Arriving at their pack house, it felt off to see it in such good condition. Why would Ignazio not burn it to the ground? But I got my answer when that slimeball Lorenzo walked out like he owned the place. All the anger and pain I felt upon crossing into Nebrodi territory suddenly boiled when he disrespected Thales and
I knew to expect the worst upon returning home. War always leaves scars. I wasn’t expecting it to be this bad. City in ruins? Check. Bodies of the Nebrodi who fought back? Check. Those I expected. Lorenzo walking around like he owned the place? I didn’t see that coming. Sure I expected he probably survived. He’s a cockroach. I didn’t think he would sink so low as betraying the pack. I didn’t think he could go lower. Then I found Kat talking to Tabby in the ballroom and found out just how much lower he could sink. Seeing Tabby was weird. We used to have a casual sex relationship but looking at her now, and I feel nothing. Not even a fleeting attraction. I guess that’s expected, I’ve found the woman I was made to be with, and now no one else will compare. I’m glad my mate is so chill about the opposite sex, especially when Tabby threw herself at me and started crying. The last thing I want is to see Kat’s anger directed at me. I’ve seen my mate angry. I know what she can do and that wh
Things have been more than a little hectic as Tiberius, and I have taken over Nebrodi. After we explained the situation to the fifty people held captive by Lorenzo, we had them transported to the hospital in Incubi. They all needed medical attention. Zio Damon reported that they had been being poisoned with silver and wolfsbane to ensure compliance. Zio had a few suggestions on what to do to Lorenzo. I have to say I’ve never known he was so sadistic. Yet people think Papa is the bloodthirsty one. But I understand that this situation brought up bad memories for Zio Damon. This is how Zia Izzy and others at Palecrest had been treated before Papa stopped it. Lorenzo hasn’t been a priority for us. We’ve let him rot in the dungeons getting water and bread once a day. It seemed fitting as, by all accounts, that’s all he gave his captives. Okay, so that’s not all we’ve done. I may or may not have spoken to members of the coven and cast a spell over his cell that alters time but just for him
I have been waiting for tonight forever. Okay, so it’s not been forever, and I’m being overdramatic. Sue me, but honestly, it feels like forever. I’m a werewolf, and my instinct was to mark Katrina the first chance I could. Nothing in my life is ever simple, so why should mating be? Katrina is, of course, worth the wait. Plus, we have still been fucking, so not like either of us is going unsatisfied. Even though she has a wolf, we aren’t taking chances since her wolf has been bound all this time. So we waited for the new moon and focused on the pack instead. There is still A LOT to do in the pack. More of our people have been returning, having been medically cleared, and we are putting in maximum effort to rebuild. Thank the Goddess for Katrina. My mate is so organized. She has a whole spreadsheet system on a tablet that breaks everything down. We’ve assigned tasks based on her priority list, and no one questioned them. I’m glad no one questioned her because I’m not up for dealing wi
It’s adorable how much effort Tiberius has put into tonight. I don’t think any guy, including Emilio, was my first. I barely remember losing my virginity, which doesn’t say much for Emilio’s abilities in hindsight. It just happened at a party playing seven minutes in heaven. And upon expanding my sexual experience for comparison, seven minutes is pitiful for a sexual encounter. I told myself I got the worst experience out of the way first. I mean, no virgin should question if it’s in. Thankfully my sexual experience only improved. I mean, how couldn’t it? Now I have Tiberius. He may not have the biggest dick I’ve experienced, but by no means is he the smallest. But of any lover I’ve had, Tiberius is the best. Sure, that may be the mate bond, but I can assure you that I’ve always orgasmed with Tiberius and never felt the need to fish out one of my vibrators to feel fulfilled. I couldn’t wait to get to the campsite. Tiberius has been taunting me, from innuendos and touches to offering
Foreplay was over as soon as that condom was properly rolled down his dick. I liked that he let me be on top, playing into my need for control. I can’t help it. I’m a D’Amore. We are born Doms. Not the first time and won’t be the last that I ride his cock like this, but unlike any time before this, everything felt more intense. Each roll of my hips and thrust of his cock lit me up. I could see the purple aura of my magic surrounding us. As I moaned his name, I looked at the sky and saw the new moon in perfect position overhead. “Now… Tiberius…. Oh, fuck… mark me now.” I encouraged helping him to sit up without interrupting our rhythm. “Don’t have to tell us twice, Pasticcino,” Tiberius growled. Once again, his voice was overlapping with August’s. I didn’t get a chance to respond, my words becoming a scream that was more moan than anything as his teeth sunk into me. I felt my magic surge. And somewhere deep inside, something stirred in response to his marking. My mouth started to hur
Who knew that marking was going to be so fucking emotional? I went from hot sex with Kat and the intense surge of power of our marking to crying as my best friend’s spirit said goodbye. That was crazy but cathartic. I didn’t get to say goodbye to him before. I didn’t want to believe that Shit Witch’s torture room was the last time I’d see my best friend. So it was good to see him, weird but good. And I’m glad Kat got that chance to meet him and, like me, say goodbye. It gave me the closure I didn’t realize I needed. My heart felt lighter after seeing Thales. And it’s not like there wasn’t plenty more hot sex awaiting Kat and me. Now that her wolf was awake, we ended up spending a week locked up in the villa fucking in every room and on every solid surface. Remembering condoms every time with a bitch, and okay, we forgot more than we remembered. But my mate is a smart cookie. Before her heat set in, she had her Zio get her on she-wolf birth control and otherwise brewed her potion to
As fun as almost nonstop sex was during my heat, I’m glad it’s over. I can finally focus on something that’s not Tiberius’ cock. On more important things like our ranked wolves, mostly assuring that Zoe will come to be our Beta. I can’t think of anyone who deserves to be Beta more than her. And it’s selfish of me, but I want one friend in Nebrodi. ‘First, you make it sound like you don’t almost always think of his dick. Second, maybe you’d have more friends here if our mate hadn’t fucked his way around the pack. And third, what am I, chopped liver?’ Nina scoffed. I would say I forgot she was there, but since the new moon, she has made her presence VERY known. I don’t know how everyone deals with this. Or maybe I got the wolf, who’s a prissy bitch that can’t shut up. ‘Don’t slut shame, Tiberius. Those girls all knew they weren’t his mate. They should get over themselves. I don’t hold grudges against them, so it’s rude to hold one against me. And no offense, but you don’t count, Nina.
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