There was that little hiccup with the blanket and Holly on the verge of another breakdown, but she got through it with Alex. And he got a date out of it all.
What I wouldn’t give for a long, soothing bath right now. The thought of warm water enveloping me, with fragrant steam wrapping around me like a comforting embrace, was almost tantalizing. I could picture myself sinking into a deep tub, letting the day’s stress melt away. However, disappointment washed over me when I remembered that my hotel room only had a shower, robbing me of that tranquil escape.Exhaustion from farm chores was compounded by emotions I thought I had tucked away since Nigel passed. I hoped today would allow for quiet reflection on my budding relationship with Alex. Instead, I had an emotional breakdown in his arms, leading to an unexpected kiss that stirred feelings I hadn’t anticipated. Returning to the boys was meant to lighten my mood, but learning that Samuel and Tristan had arrived in the house filled with memories of Nigel dampened my spirits. Now, I faced the worry of my upcoming date with Alex. It had been so long since I considered dating anyone, and I re
“We need to go, gorgeous.” Nigel smiled as I looked up and made eye contact in the mirror. He looked exquisite in his tailored suit. On most days, Nigel sported a refined style, favoring slacks and crisp button-down shirts that embodied the dignified presence of a Gamma Guard. However, he raised the bar even higher for special occasions like tonight—the wedding of our Alpha and Luna. Nigel exuded charisma and confidence, wearing a fitted three-piece black suit accentuating his athletic frame. I couldn’t quite grasp why he would ever find me appealing. Even when he called me gorgeous, a part of me struggled to accept it. After years of embracing my identity as a tomboy and devoted warrior, I had yet to see myself as anything delicate or demure enough to deserve such praise.“Unless you want to be late to Alpha’s wedding because I’d be happy to see that little black dress in a torn heap on the floor,” He smirked. I felt a surge of tension coursing through my body as I considered his p
How is this my life? Sometimes, it feels like I was a carefree high school student just yesterday, brimming with dreams and the ache of unrequited love for my best friend. Things took a wild turn when she returned from summer camp, eyes sparkling with excitement and nerves, revealing that she was a werewolf and had found her mate in an older man. Yes, I still refer to Logan as an old dude—he’s twelve years older than us.I would have never pictured Aurelia with someone so much older, let alone a guy who stands shorter than her. It’s a thought I can share here and in the safety of my mind, but I know better than to voice it aloud. Logan and his pack are not to be trifled with, and I quickly learned the hard way that his height is a taboo subject. I’ve lost count of the times friends have covered my mouth or jabbed me in the ribs to hush my remarks.Aurelia’s happiness was all that mattered to me. Logan has kept her happy twelve years and two kids later, but I can’t help feeling left ou
When we arrived at the dock, Samuel dashed off to find his friends. I felt he would be safe running free there, and I could hear their laughter nearby. I wanted him to enjoy the cool morning before the heat set in, so I planned a swim at the lake and a cookout for his friends.As Samuel played happily, I headed to the Kilbourn house, where I knew Finn would be. A sense of unease washed over me as the house felt unusually quiet. My concern grew when I saw Clarence standing outside Finn’s office, looking sad.“What happened? Is Lorna okay? What about Alfred and Anna?” I asked, expressing my concern over my cousin’s distressed state.“Holly…” Clarence took a shaky breath before pulling me into a hug so tight I thought I might hear my bones crack.“I can’t… breathe… Clarence,” I gasped.“Sorry. I think you should hear this straight. Finn is waiting inside,” Clarence apologized, released me, and gestured toward the office.“Um, okay. You’re freaking me out. Should I call Katherine to come
Holly Boland. A name that had lingered in the deepest corners of my mind for a decade. “Haunted” wasn’t quite the right term—it was too much of a shadowy word, conjuring images of dark corridors and restless spirits. No, she haunts me like a bittersweet memory that tugs at your soul. She was meant to be mine, a thought that twists in my stomach like a knife. I could easily surrender to the murky waters of regret—wallowing in the what-ifs and could-have-beens—but I refuse to let myself drown in that despair.If only I had dared to go to her when the truth hit me. Yet, even then, there were no guarantees of a glorious happily ever after. I’ve immersed myself in more paranormal romance novels than most men my age. Hell, I even started a book club that boasts ranked members from packs from every corner of the globe. So, I was acutely aware that rejected mates are woven into the fabric of our world, often leading to heartache rather than reunion. Holly wasn’t from Bloodmoon, where the la
It had been years since I last drove these roads, but I still navigated them without needing a GPS. A few new houses had appeared during my absence, yet the landscape remained unchanged. This familiarity stirred up mixed emotions within me. I had anticipated this reaction. I left Bloodmoon to escape the constant reminders of Nigel at every turn. Now that I had returned, even the trees lining the road to his family farm made my heart ache for him. The drive had been going smoothly until it wasn’t. I hadn’t seen anything strange on the road, but I heard the change in the sound of the tires, and the car’s onboard computer indicated a change in tire pressure. Thankfully, I maintained control of the rental car and got us safely pulled over to the side of the road. I sighed, cutting the engine, ready to get out and check the damage. “What happened?” Samuel asked, pulling his headphones off. “We got a flat. I will check the damage and see about switching to the spare.” I assured him. “Can
Fuck me. I loved how Holly said my name in a breathy voice. I yearned for her to say it like that in a more intimate setting, perhaps hidden in the woods or a parked car, where our boys could watch and listen. I had hoped for a stronger reaction, maybe her wolf surfacing or her calling me “mate.” I thought I saw a flicker of gold in her blue-gray eyes, but that worried me. It could mean she and her wolf weren’t ready for a mate bond, especially in front of the kids. As an optimist, I believed it was simply a matter of privacy. I understood her hesitation; we needed to discuss our feelings away from the boys. When we eventually tell them, it must be done thoughtfully, allowing them to react as they would. I suspected my son would be excited about having a mate and gaining a mom, but I was unsure how her son would feel. For now, I’d take the small win. Holly agreed to let me drive her to the farm and take her rental car to my dad’s shop. That rental company would hear from me, and I’
I didn’t want to get in this truck, at least not with Alex. The idea of being in such tight quarters, even for the half mile to the farm, had me on edge. I wanted to avoid situations like this. I wanted to avoid anyone who could remind me of that night. ‘That’s not why you wanted to avoid being in the truck.’ Kira snorted. ‘You’re on edge because the mate bond affects you no matter how much you fight it.’ ‘Shut it.’ I grumbled. ‘There is no mate bond; if there were, I would certainly not have been affected by it.’ ‘Right. So, what’s your excuse for how often you’ve glanced at Alex?’ Kira teased. I quickly looked forward, annoyed that she called me out. ‘I wasn’t looking at him intentionally. I just happened to be looking in that direction.’ I defended myself. ‘You can’t lie to me, Holly. I’m in your head. You were admiring the man, our mate…’ Kira started to argue, but I cut her off. ‘Our mate was and always will be Nigel. Do not act as if Nigel could be replaced. The Goddess m
What I wouldn’t give for a long, soothing bath right now. The thought of warm water enveloping me, with fragrant steam wrapping around me like a comforting embrace, was almost tantalizing. I could picture myself sinking into a deep tub, letting the day’s stress melt away. However, disappointment washed over me when I remembered that my hotel room only had a shower, robbing me of that tranquil escape.Exhaustion from farm chores was compounded by emotions I thought I had tucked away since Nigel passed. I hoped today would allow for quiet reflection on my budding relationship with Alex. Instead, I had an emotional breakdown in his arms, leading to an unexpected kiss that stirred feelings I hadn’t anticipated. Returning to the boys was meant to lighten my mood, but learning that Samuel and Tristan had arrived in the house filled with memories of Nigel dampened my spirits. Now, I faced the worry of my upcoming date with Alex. It had been so long since I considered dating anyone, and I re
I was flabbergasted by what happened in the pasture. I knew the conversation would be heavy, but I hadn’t expected Holly to break down crying. It was a deeply emotional subject, and I told her I love her this soon to reassure her that her inability to have children doesn’t change my feelings. I’ve waited years to be with her, and we already have two boys who are more than enough for me. While the thought of having a child together was interesting, it’s not crucial to our future. It was always about us and our boys when I imagined what lay ahead. I didn’t expect her to respond or say she loved me—my heart might’ve stopped! What shocked me most was that after that emotional moment, it was Holly who kissed me first. Let me repeat that for the people speed reading. Holly Boland KISSED ME! HOLLY BOLAND KISSED ME, ALEX WHITLAND! Let that sink in. I know it’s still sinking in for me, and we’re already back at the barn, about to sit down and enjoy the lunch my mom packed us. I’d played it
I hated being emotional—it was never who I was meant to be. I might have burst into tears more easily as a child, but that was long ago. The day my parents died, I built walls around my heart, shuttering away anything that resembled vulnerability. Aunt Donna once told me that I must have shed a lifetime’s worth of tears in the wake of that tragedy, and I believed her until Nigel’s death shattered that belief. After losing him, the tears came pouring out for the first time in years. I had cried for each miscarriage, but not like this. I mourned them in a muted way, feeling shattered inside yet unable to let more than a tear or two out. There was a deep sadness for the lives that could have been but remained unfulfilled. Yet here I was, crying—again—in front of Alex, a humiliation that both angered and terrified me. The first two moments of weakness felt justified; they were driven by grief over losing Nigel and the brutal acknowledgment that no amount of wishing could alter our shar
I had to hand it to our boys. They had played us, more so Holly, perfectly. I couldn’t complain about their plans. I was one hundred percent behind Samuel and Tristan working together to get Holly and me together. It was honestly the best outcome for our situation. We could’ve had an issue with our boys being against us being together. It would have been impossible to be with Holly if her son was against it. Mate bond be damned, Holly wouldn’t have entertained my existence if her son said he didn’t like me.I had never had to herd cattle, but I liked it. I liked it even more that I was working alongside Holly. It felt right. Any time I was with Holly, it felt right. But this was up there. Working together on the farm… it felt like where we were supposed to be. I had always felt at home on a ranch riding a horse, with my dream of having a rodeo that included working with other animals like bulls—not the complacent kind like the Boland herd—but still, being there felt like fate.While I
My mind couldn’t grasp what happened last night. Between the nightmare of Nigel turning into Alex, my freak out, that voice saying “a life for a life,” Kira taking control, and then waking up naked in Alex’s lap, it was overwhelming. I saw the picture of us on his nightstand, and that kiss—don’t get me started on that kiss—then he kissed me again before leaving my hotel room. I don’t think there’s enough coffee to process all of this. Thankfully, I would have some quiet time today working at the farm. That will give me some breathing room, and as long as Kira doesn’t get on my nerves, I’ll be able to think straight and plan how to deal with all of this. It would be just Samuel and me working around the farm. With everything in probate, all the employees, werewolves and humans, have been put on a leave of absence. I sure can’t afford to pay people to work the farm. I won’t ask Logan to do it for me. Until I can sell the farm, it would be a lot of legal hassle and paperwork to let L
From the text messages of Tristan Whitland, aka Farm Boy, and Samuel Boland, aka Mr. Serious-Mr. Serious: Farm Boy. Are you awake?Farm Boy: Barely. What’s up? Did something happen? Mr. Serious: Your dad. My mom. Kira took over last night.Farm Boy: Wait. WHAT? Details. Now. Mr. Serious: Just what I said. Kira took control of my mom while she was asleep. Kira wanted/needed to see your dad. So I helped her get out of the room. Farm Boy: I’m screaming. Please tell me there’s more.Mr. Serious: I don’t know what happened at your house between them, but your dad brought my mom back to the hotel, and she was Freaked out about my safety because I was “alone in the hotel.”Farm Boy: Aw, poor Mr. Serious was left alone. 😂 So what happened?Mr. Serious: I convinced her to let him stay here. I could not let them make it awkward and send him off.Farm Boy: You’re a hero. Let me guess: she gave him the floor?Mr. Serious: Nope. I forced them to share her bed.Farm Boy: 🤣🤣🤣 STOP. I can’t b
I’ve lost my mind. It’s the only explination for what happened in Alex’s bedroom. Instead of changing in his bathroom, I dropped the blanket, leading to more banter and another kiss. The only difference from the ranch was that we were both naked from the waist up. I couldn’t linger on how that felt.I needed to focus on Samuel and how my stupid wolf left him alone in a hotel room. That urgency drove me to rush to my room, running ten flights of stairs, only for the smiling fool to arrive at the same time using the elevator.“Is Samuel a heavy sleeper?” Alex asked, leaning casually against the wall between my door and the room next door.I barely glanced at him as I knocked harder, my knuckles stinging. “No,” I snapped. “He’s nine, Alex. He sleeps like he might miss something important. Why?”Alex shrugged, his shamrock green eyes glinting in the dim hallway light. His sandy blonde hair stuck up in every direction, and his faded red T-shirt and black gym shorts were rumpled like he’d t
Holly HUGGED me. Holly hugged ME! Not only that, but she also apologized to me for what she said in a nightmare. We had been having the same nightmare all week from different perspectives. It made sense now why the room was unfamiliar, yet the dress was. For her, she was reliving her final moments in her home with Nigel, trying to capture a moment that never could be. Meanwhile, for me, it was a fantasy of being able to kiss and touch her till she freaked out, and it became all my insecurities thrown at me. As much as I’d have loved to stay on the sofa with Holly in my arms, we had more important matters. We couldn’t leave Samuel alone in a hotel room. I didn’t care how mature he was; it wasn’t safe and certainly not legal for him to be alone like that. This wasn’t as simple as she went downstairs or to a vending machine on their floor. Kira had more than left the Hotel property to see me. As flattering as it may be that Holly’s wolf wants me, I need Holly to want me and not at the r
I let Alex guide me, my heart pounding in anticipation as the heat built between us. But then doubt crept in, and I froze, digging my heels into the floor. The air grew heavy with confusion and pain. I stepped back, my back hitting the vanity, breath hitching as the truth unraveled. When I looked up, it wasn’t Nigel’s face I saw, but Alex’s. My heart lurched. How had I let myself believe it was Nigel, conjuring the man I’d lost instead of facing the one before me? Alex’s brow furrowed, his concern evident. “Holly… what’s wrong? I thought… you told me to ravage you, but now…” His voice was careful, uncertain, as if afraid to break the fragile connection between us. “No. No, I told Nigel. You’re not Nigel.” I shook my head violently. My hand flew to my mouth, the weight of the words crushing me. My knees threatened to give out as I looked at him, his face no longer the comfort it had been just moments ago. My voice rose, trembling with emotion I couldn’t control. “You’re not Nigel.