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His face remains frozen for a second before he grabs my waist and yanks me into his lap. His hands snake around to cup the back of my neck while one stays firming gripping my hip. I press my hands against his chest, traveling them up to wind around his neck pulling him closer. Every place his skin touches mine feels like I’m on fire. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss. His tongue pushes against my lips, requesting entrance which I grant with a moan. My fingers tangled in his hair and I yanked on the silky strands. I shift and his groan presses against my core, we both moan in pleasure. I rock against him trying to feel more of the hot pleasure and find some release in the pent up pressure I’m starting to feel. A wetness coats my inner thighs and he pulls back and grabs my hips, stopping me from moving. I whimper at the lack of friction. “Firefly,” he says, his voice rough and thick with desire. “We have to stop. If we keep going I’m not going to be able to stop myself, and I’ll be
“FUCK THIS!” I shout, throwing a knife across the room. My father easily ducking as it sails over his head to embed itself into the wall behind him. He takes a seat at one of the chairs in front of my desk before snapping at one of the omegas to bring him a drink.“Cool your temper Dre,” he says, taking his drink for the omega before waving them away and taking a sip.“How can I!? That stupid son of a bitch has my women!” I hiss at him. “I will not let him keep her.” Running my hands through my hair I sigh, “there’s something about her, a power that surrounds her. She’s the one. And now she’s about to be in that FORTRESS OF A PACK!” I scream. Kicking my desk making everything rattle. That pack was nearly impenetrable, don’t even think about getting into the packhouse. Her bright eyes and long pinecone hair, she was tiny, but had curves in all the right places. It took everything in me not to mark her right there, with or without her consent. And she smelled so good it made my mouth wa
When we reach the bottom of the stairs it’s like a well oiled machine, everyone moves together smoothly and with purpose, keeping me safely secure in my little box. Azraels popularity is even worse out here because as soon as the hotel doors open there are people everywhere trying to snap pictures of him. He pays them no mind and leads us to one of the waiting SUV’s. The bright lights distract me but thankfully Serena grabs my arm and gently guides me to the car. I hear the reporters shouting at Azrael, asking him questions but they all seem to be shouting over each other. I can't seem to make a word of it out. Even the wind is buzzing around frantically, throwing random pieces of information my way, unsure of how to process it all. I’m grateful when the doors finally shut behind us, enveloping the car in silence. Azrael rides with us this time with Serena and Grey in front of us again. “Let’s get out of here babe,” Serena says. “I'm ready to go home.” For the first time this entire
I shake my head in disbelief before turning back to watch the scenery fly by as we pull up to the large castle doors. Azrael gets out of the car and holds his arm out for me to take. As I step on the ground, standing in front of me are a couple of different people. One is a middle aged couple. The man is a spitting image of Azrael, black hair and silver eyes, but the woman looks completely different. She has wavy honey blonde hair and eyes the color of a bright blue sky. They couldn’t be more different from each other. The wind whirls around me, brushing against my ears it says it’s his mother but not. I chew the inside of my cheek and suppress a frown. The wind was known for being cryptic but I usually could make out what it was trying to say. This time I couldn’t. Next to the couple was a young girl, she looked to be about 15 years old, she looked just like her mom but had silver eyes to match the rest of her siblings. Beside her was a young man, a little older than Grey but still y
We spent the next hour making small talk. They mostly ask about my family and my old pack. After a little I finally mustered up the courage to ask the question that has been nagging me in the back of my mind. I set my teacup down, “Alice?”“Yes my dear,” she replies, taking a small sip of her own tea.“I want to start out by saying I’m not trying to sound rude or out of line. But why is it that Azrael looks nothing like you?” I ask softly. I brace myself for her reaction, worried that I offended her but I just had to know.She smiles and places her teacup down, “You are a part of this family so I think honesty is very important. Especially because you have been so willing to share with us.” She puts her hands in her lap and takes a deep breath. “I’m not going to share everything because I do feel that it is his story to tell, but I will tell you what I can. I am not his mother. His birth mother was another woman. She was lovely, beautiful and very much in love with his father and he w
I nod, finally understanding the sadness from earlier now. She made the largest sacrifice for her love and he wasn’t even her mate. Walking along the stone path I make my way up to the tree. Stepping up in front of it I drop onto a curtsy, paying my respects to her. I reach out and touch the trunk, gasping in shock at the amount of life courses through the tree. My hand tingles with the burst of energy. Placing my forehead against the bark a voice softly cuts through my mind. “Hello dear,” it says softly, almost a whisper. Willow? Is that you? I thought you were dead. I ask in my mind.“Ah you know my name. But no as you can see I am very much alive. I don’t have much time as I must rest again soon. Tell my son I love him, take good care of him for me please.” Her voice gets softer as if it’s fading away.Willow?! Are you okay?! I call out to her, grasping for her voice.“Yes my dear. This form just takes almost all of my energy. But don’t be sad. I’m happy here. I get to watch my
He seems lost in thought so I leave him alone and close my eyes, letting the wind gently blow around me. “Firefly,” he whispers into my ear. I blink my sleepy eyes open, looking around confused as to where I am before memories flood back to me. Realizing I must have fallen asleep, “How long was I out for?” I ask him sleepily, pushing my hair from where it’s fallen into my eyes. “Only 30 minutes or so,” he replies, pressing his lips against my neck. His breath blows against my ear making me shiver. That unfamiliar hot feeling in my lower belly starts to grow and I quickly stand up and dart away from him, giving myself some distance to cool off. He laughs and I turn around to see him standing up. His hair is falling sexily over his eyes and the desire in them is making my legs wobbly. They way his suspenders slide off his shoulders and the lopsided grin he gives has me frozen in place as I watch him stalk over to me. I open my mouth to tell him to stay back before a familiar voice c
My blood boils with rage and my cock hardens as I watch her walk away from me. She did not even flinch when I threw the glass at her head. I’m so excited to finally have her here in my grasp. My plans are finally coming to action. Unfortunately she has an attitude that I did not quite take into account for, and while it turns me on she is going to learn to obey. I thought that the brief encounter we had at her pack was just because she didn’t know how to act around an powerful Alpha like myself. Turns out she’s just got a temper and a need to defy me. I will take great pleasure in breaking that fiery spirit of hers down. Desire courses through me, I need this woman, but I know I have to wait. Patience however is not a virtue I possess. ‘Piper,’ I mind link. ‘My office, now.’ ‘Yes Alpha,’ I hear her pur in my mind. Piper is my mate, and while I have formally rejected her, I keep her around. Because no fuck is better than one from your true fated mate. Even a rejected one at that. We
Everything inside me is threatening to come undone and I stuff my hands into my jacket pocket so the wolves around me won’t see my hands shaking. I walk forward, not even checking if the two mutts that are my new shadows are following behind. Even though I know exactly where it is I am going I don’t want them to know that. While they know I know how to give an attitude, I can still pretend to be a dumb bitch with an attitude. I turn confidently down the completely wrong corridor and hear snickers behind me. Turning around I frown and tilt my head, “Is something funny?” They remain silent and continue to look at me amused. I bite my lip and look back down the hallway. “I’m going the wrong way aren’t I?” Sighing I hang my head, “I was always told I have no sense for direction.” Nodding to the two henchmen, “well lead the way. Or don’t. But if I get lost and end up dead in a ditch somewhere, your Alpha isn’t going to be very happy with you.” Fear flashes in their eyes and they hurry down
Taking one more deep breath I school my emotions and level my face. As annoyed as I was with Nikolai, he was right. He was just as trapped as I was and exposing myself now would do us no good. Opening the door I scowl at the two wolves in front of me. I try not to giggle at their lack of weapons. Just a three piece suit pressed to perfection. They obviously think that I am no threat to them whatsoever. “I literally just saw him. Your Alpha can’t even give a girl some time to mourn her impending doom?” Rolling my eyes I shove past them and head out the door. “Lead the way, mutts.” My remark earns me a growl from each of them as one of them stalks past me, nearly knocking me in the shoulder, to lead the way. The pack house is cold and uninviting, expensive pieces of artwork placed around to make the home seem fancier than it truly is. I’m so busy examining my surroundings that I don’t even notice when he comes to a halt and I run straight into his back. “Watch where you’re going,” he gr
Stepping out the massive front doors open and Dre comes strolling out, a wide smile on his face. Not a strand of his white blonde hair out of place, and his three piece suit has been pressed to perfection. Grabbing my hands, careful not to touch the silver cuffs along my wrists he kisses my hands making me cringe in disgust. “My dear it’s so good you’ve finally decided to join us.”I stiffen and glare at him, yanking my hands away. “What the fuck are you doing Dre?” I sneer. His eyes flash and he pauses, smoothing his hair back, a tic I remembered him doing that last time when he’s nervous. “Alpha my dear I am an Alpha, but I'll let it slide this time as I’m sure the altitude has affected your judgment. And well claiming what is rightfully mine of course.”I roll my eyes and scoff, “I don’t belong to you dipshit. I’m marked and mated and last I checked I don’t bear your mark and your name isn’t Azrael Whitlock.”I watch him ground his teeth. His wolf surfacing in his eyes before he cl
When I wake I notice a blanket has been placed over me and Gabriel is gone. The sky is lovely as colors splash the surface as it starts to wake up. My eyes snap towards movement as Gabriel walks in from a small doorway. “The captain says that we’ll be landing in 20 minutes. From there we’ll be headed to the Grey Lake pack. To meet your future mate,” he smirks. I scowl, “He is not now and will never be my mate. I’ll die before then.”He shrugs, not caring about my reaction and plops back in his chair. “I don’t give a shit what he does with you as long as I get paid.”I tilt my head and study him. There is something off about him. His soul is trying to tell his mind a truth that he’s desperately trying to deny. “I don’t think that’s quite true.” He narrows his eyes at me as I stare at him. “You’re at war with yourself. There is a truth you’ve locked away within yourself Gabriel. One that is desperately trying to come out that is leaking at the seams.” I see a flash of emotion cross
I walk silently beside him, his hand latched in an iron grip on my arm making it ache and I know by morning there will be a bruise. “You’re so slow,” he hisses. I tilt my head up, scowling at him, “well I am barefoot and walking in a skin tight dress, I wasn’t exactly expecting to get kidnapped was I?” I snap back. He shakes his head and glares down at me, “once we get out of the tunnels we’ll get you out of this dress.” We continue along the path and I notice that not once has Gabriel looked at the map that Karlile gave him. It remains tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. Yet he still seems to know exactly where he is going. It surprises me as I don’t even know all the secret passages and this is my home. We continue the silence and after a few more turns the night sky finally reappears above us. “Follow my steps exactly,” he whispers. He’s agile like a cat, slinking along the shadows and I do my best to keep up. Willow’s fate is riding on this and I know that Azrael won’t be a
Out of the shadows emerges a young man, he’s large, like the gyms is his only friend kind of large, and is probably about 16 or 17 years of age. His hands are stuffed into his leather jacket and he lazily walks over to stand by Karlile’s side. Goosebumps rise on my arms and the back of my neck as his crystal blue eyes look up to me. I’m surprised by the emptiness that I see inside them. Someone his age should still have the innocence of youth pooling through them but his eyes are like empty glass orbs. I don’t need the wind to tell me that the guy in front of me is a hunter. Willows taught me to be able to identify others by the magic that buzzes around him. Every living thing attracts certain types of magic. While I don’t see colors around them, I associate the types of magic with a color. Sirens have blue or calming magic, wolves have silver or physical magic and Daemons have purple or chaos magic.I’ve never met a hunter myself but from what I’ve learned is that magic avoids them li
I’m not sure if it’s the dancing or all the champagne but as Azrael spins me around again my head starts to feel fuzzy. He pulls me into his arms, cradling my face in his hands. I reach up and grab his wrists with my hands. “You know, you look absolutely ravishing my love,” he whispers to me. I giggle, my face breaking out in a wide smile. “So you’ve been telling me all night.” I rest my head against his chest as we sway to the music. In a few days time we were headed back to my home pack to celebrate the new year with my family. The Forest Moon pack always had lovely decorations for the holidays, just as nice as we have here. We invited them to come up for the holidays but mom is far too long in her pregnancy that it’s not safe for her to travel anymore. The song ends and I pull away, smiling up at my mate. “I’m going to go get some air. I'm feeling a little dizzy.” He frowns, “everything okay?” Shaking my head I wince but flash him a reassuring smile, “nothing some crisp cool air ca
The next couple of weeks pass by quickly and relatively smoothly. The snow from the mountains has made its way down and covered our castle, making it look like someone took a very large piping bag and painted it with white frosting. The town has been covered in decorations for the past month, really bringing in the Christmas spirit. We never really had snow in my old pack so while Azrael is already sick of it I’m relishing the time that I have with it. I’ve settled in a nice routine where I take care of any of my Luna duties in the morning, train with Willow in the early afternoon and spend the rest of the evening with Azrael and/or the other ranked pack members and family. I spend a lot of my time with Serena, but now that Sophie is feeling much better she’s been spending more and more time with us as well. It’s Christmas Eve and Alice has planned this elaborate ball to celebrate the occasion. I’m currently sitting on my vanity chair as Serena pins up my dark curls in ways that I wi