Of course André would jump at the chance to travel to Bloodmoon to check out this rodeo and visit his in-laws. And of course he would roll up as only André can, always fabulous and stealing the show.
Alex’s hand found mine as the noise of greetings faded into the background. His warm, calloused fingers provided reassurance amid the chaos. I turned to him, noticing his softened expression contrasting with the bustle. Rather than being overwhelmed, he radiated a quiet contentment that comforted me. At that moment, it felt just like the two of us, surrounded by the noise yet wrapped in our own calm. “Come with me,” he murmured, voice low enough that only I could hear. I didn’t question it, feeling a mix of anticipation and reassurance. With a final glance at our boys—Samuel expertly engaging with his Folsom cousins while Tristan animatedly introduced the D’Amore quadruplets—I could sense that new friendships were about to blossom. The excitement in the air was palpable, and I did not doubt that their spirited energy would lead to endless plotting on how to push their limits tonight. With a quiet sigh, I allowed Alex to lead me away from the bustling crowd, trusting that our boys wer
I woke before dawn, the soft glow of morning stretching across the horizon outside my window. The air smelled of fresh-cut grass and damp earth, grounding me as I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face. Today was the day. Today, my last boyhood fantasy about Holly was coming true. ‘You nervous?’ Leo’s voice slipped into my mind, steady as ever. Three years later I was still getting used to him. Having a wolf spirit tethered to me when I wasn’t born a werewolf was an adjustment, to say the least. Gifted to me by Nigel the night Holly and I marked each other, Leo wasn’t just some supernatural extension of myself—he was a reminder of everything that had come before—a reminder of the man Holly had loved first and the one she had chosen now. ‘I'm not nervous,’ I answered silently. ‘I'm just… letting it all sink in.’ Leo let out a low huff. ‘You’re lying to yourself. You want this more than you’ll admit.’ I exhaled, rubbing the back of my neck. Leo wasn’t wrong. To the supernatural world
I took a deep breath and tried to remebrr whag i had written down. “Holly… if you’d told me years ago that every twist, every wrong turn, every moment I thought was leading me nowhere was leading me straight to you—I don’t think I would’ve believed it.” A soft smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. “But standing here now, looking at you, I know that every detour, every heartbreak, and struggle brought me here. To you. To us. And I wouldn’t change a single step of that journey because every single one led me home.” I swallowed hard, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. “I love you not just in the big, obvious ways but in all the small ones. In the way, you stand strong even when you’re exhausted. In the way, you let the boys win just enough times to keep their confidence up but still remind them who the boss is. In the way you look at me like I’m worth something more than I ever believed I could be.” My voice wavered slightly, but I kept going. “I promise to walk beside you wherever
To all my incredible readers, Thank you for being part of this journey. From the moment Alpha Logan was written to the final chapters of Her Second Chance Mate, it has been an unforgettable ride. This 12-novel, 9-short-story series has taken us across the world, showing that love and family come in many forms. No matter race, gender, or sexuality, everyone deserves love, a place to belong, and the freedom to define what family means to them. Writing the Bloodmoon and Incubi series has been a labor of love over the past four years. Somehow, it feels both longer and shorter since I first started. These characters, their struggles, their victories, and their love stories have become a part of me—and I hope they’ve become a part of you too. While this generation of stories has reached its conclusion, my writing journey is far from over. A next generation lingers in the back of my mind, waiting for the right time to take shape. But for now, I’m stepping away from the supernatural a
“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
To all my incredible readers, Thank you for being part of this journey. From the moment Alpha Logan was written to the final chapters of Her Second Chance Mate, it has been an unforgettable ride. This 12-novel, 9-short-story series has taken us across the world, showing that love and family come in many forms. No matter race, gender, or sexuality, everyone deserves love, a place to belong, and the freedom to define what family means to them. Writing the Bloodmoon and Incubi series has been a labor of love over the past four years. Somehow, it feels both longer and shorter since I first started. These characters, their struggles, their victories, and their love stories have become a part of me—and I hope they’ve become a part of you too. While this generation of stories has reached its conclusion, my writing journey is far from over. A next generation lingers in the back of my mind, waiting for the right time to take shape. But for now, I’m stepping away from the supernatural a
I took a deep breath and tried to remebrr whag i had written down. “Holly… if you’d told me years ago that every twist, every wrong turn, every moment I thought was leading me nowhere was leading me straight to you—I don’t think I would’ve believed it.” A soft smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. “But standing here now, looking at you, I know that every detour, every heartbreak, and struggle brought me here. To you. To us. And I wouldn’t change a single step of that journey because every single one led me home.” I swallowed hard, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. “I love you not just in the big, obvious ways but in all the small ones. In the way, you stand strong even when you’re exhausted. In the way, you let the boys win just enough times to keep their confidence up but still remind them who the boss is. In the way you look at me like I’m worth something more than I ever believed I could be.” My voice wavered slightly, but I kept going. “I promise to walk beside you wherever
I woke before dawn, the soft glow of morning stretching across the horizon outside my window. The air smelled of fresh-cut grass and damp earth, grounding me as I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face. Today was the day. Today, my last boyhood fantasy about Holly was coming true. ‘You nervous?’ Leo’s voice slipped into my mind, steady as ever. Three years later I was still getting used to him. Having a wolf spirit tethered to me when I wasn’t born a werewolf was an adjustment, to say the least. Gifted to me by Nigel the night Holly and I marked each other, Leo wasn’t just some supernatural extension of myself—he was a reminder of everything that had come before—a reminder of the man Holly had loved first and the one she had chosen now. ‘I'm not nervous,’ I answered silently. ‘I'm just… letting it all sink in.’ Leo let out a low huff. ‘You’re lying to yourself. You want this more than you’ll admit.’ I exhaled, rubbing the back of my neck. Leo wasn’t wrong. To the supernatural world
Alex’s hand found mine as the noise of greetings faded into the background. His warm, calloused fingers provided reassurance amid the chaos. I turned to him, noticing his softened expression contrasting with the bustle. Rather than being overwhelmed, he radiated a quiet contentment that comforted me. At that moment, it felt just like the two of us, surrounded by the noise yet wrapped in our own calm. “Come with me,” he murmured, voice low enough that only I could hear. I didn’t question it, feeling a mix of anticipation and reassurance. With a final glance at our boys—Samuel expertly engaging with his Folsom cousins while Tristan animatedly introduced the D’Amore quadruplets—I could sense that new friendships were about to blossom. The excitement in the air was palpable, and I did not doubt that their spirited energy would lead to endless plotting on how to push their limits tonight. With a quiet sigh, I allowed Alex to lead me away from the bustling crowd, trusting that our boys wer
Two years. It didn’t seem possible that so much time had passed, yet here I was, standing beneath the glow of the arena lights, watching as Alex’s dream unfolded before me. Whitland Rodeo was no longer just a hope, a distant goal we whispered about late at night when exhaustion threatened to steal our resolve. It was real—alive, bustling with excited voices, the scent of fresh hay and leather thick in the air, and the rhythmic hum of country music blending with the distant sound of hooves against packed dirt. I squeezed Alex’s hand, feeling the rough callouses that had formed from endless days of labor. “You did it.” My voice was quiet, meant for only him, but the way his fingers tightened around mine told me he heard every ounce of emotion in those three simple words. He let out a long breath, which I knew had been held for too long. “We did it, Wildflower.” His eyes swept over the scene before us—the grandstands filled with people, the livestock pens lined neatly, the banners pro
I… I have a wolf. I, Alexander Michael Whitland, the HUMAN among werewolves, have a WOLF! My mind was blown at the thought of being anyone’s mate, let alone Holly’s second chance, and now this. Everything about last night still feels surreal, from the marking, seeing Nigel, to him giving me Leo because the Goddess lost a BET, and shifting for the first time. My brain is still overloaded. ‘You’re the excitable sort still, I see.’ Leo commented as Holly and I returned to the farm after packing camp. ‘Oh, come on, dude. You barely knew me before you died. I’ve totally grown up since then. You’re in my head; you have access to my memories. You should know I’m not the same boy that had a crush on your mate,’ I huffed. ‘Uh-huh. I don’t know how much has changed from what I’ve absorbed from your memories. You dipped your dick in crazy and lucked out to get a good kid out of the deal.' He snorted. 'I’ll give you credit, though. You’ve put in the work to train hard and to raise your boy. Yo
I gasped as reality slammed back into me. The weight of my body pressed into the earth, and Alex on top of me, his skin damp with sweat against mine. His breath was hot and ragged against my throat, his chest rising and falling in uneven shudders. We were back. The air was thick with the scent of earth, pine, and sex. The cool night breeze contrasted with the burning intensity inside me, but I barely noticed. I could still feel the bond between us—woven into our very beings, humming beneath our skin, connecting us in an ancient, irrevocable way. I sensed the swirl of emotions stirring in Alex’s mind through our bond. Alex groaned, his forehead pressing against mine as he exhaled a shaky breath. “Holy shit.” His voice was hoarse, rough from what we’d just done. I swallowed hard, my arms still wrapped around him, clinging to him as if letting go would break the spell. Our mating had been anything but ordinary. What we’d just done wasn’t ordinary, even with Alex being human. It wa
Holly’s lips were fire against mine, burning away every hesitation, every lingering doubt. I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t fragile. Not here, not with her. None of the chaos that’s happened recently mattered. Tonight wasn’t about any of that. Tonight was about us coming together and making this official. Or at least official in the eyes of the supernatural community Her body pressed against mine, soft curves molding against me, igniting something primal, something I’d kept buried for too long. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, teeth grazing, breathy little sounds escaping her lips between each hungry meeting of our mouths. I wanted to hear more of those sounds. I shifted, rolling her beneath me, the thin sleeping bag doing little to shield us from the cool bite of the earth beneath it. The rough texture of dirt and grass pressed against my forearms, grounding me in this moment, this night, this woman. Holly’s hands slid beneath my shirt, her nails dragging lightly along my stomach, se
The evening air carried a whisper of cool and crisp autumn against my skin as I fastened the leather straps on my saddle. The scent of pine and earth wrapped around me, mingling with summer’s faint, lingering musk. As the sun dipped lower toward the horizon, the sky stretched wide, painted in gold, orange, and deep purple streaks. We had enough time to reach our campsite before nightfall, where we’d picnic under the new moon. Tonight, everything would change. ‘Stop overthinking,’ Kira’s voice purred through my mind, firm but affectionate. ‘It’s happening. It’s always been meant to happen.’ I exhaled slowly, steadying my hands against the saddle horn. Had it? It had only been a little over two weeks since the fight—two weeks since Benton was finally dead. Since the war he had waged against me, my pack and my family had come to a brutal, bloody end. But the fight wasn’t over. Brendán O’Brion was still out there. And we were no closer to knowing who had sent Benton after me. I cle