"Oh, you're awake!" Someone jerked at the drapes around the bed roughly. Was I though? With a talking wolf in my head, the sense that I forgot something very important while I was dreaming, and the bright light of the room beyond the drapes…felt like I was still asleep. Rhys popped his head in the crack he had made in the curtains, cocking his head to the side. His nose wrinkled. "You need a bath, beautiful." "And you need better manners," I muttered. I flushed under his curious scrutiny. "What? Do I have snot on my face?" His lips hiked up in a half smile. "No. I can hear your wolf. It's kind of entertaining. Mostly child Weres haven't fully integrated with their wolves, so to have an adult wolf keeping a running commentary at the same time you're talking is hilarious." 'Shut the hell up Eclipse. You're making us a laughingstock.' 'He looks lickable. Can we lick him?' A wave of lust hit me so hard that I gasped. Rhys was attractive. But he was not my Husband. Now that I was par
I slid out of my room. I was tired of cutting myself off from my new family. Just because Xander was a jerk and only wanted me to pop out pups, didn't mean the rest of the pack would be so dismissive. If Rhys was any indication, then I might even be more welcomed at the pack house than I was in the human clan. I hadn't given anyone a fair shot, spending the last week in my rooms. Had it only been a week? It felt like a lifetime ago when I had been congratulating my best friend for getting into Brighthaven. I skulked down the stairs. The smell of bacon wafted up and my stomach growled. How long had it been since I had eaten? How long had I actually been gone with the fever? "I heard humans are prudes." The voice cut through the general din and I paused on the steps. "Do you think she's strong enough?" "She's a waifish little mite. I dunno that the Alpha won't break her in half." Someone answered, ton
I slammed out of the dining room, my thoughts a tangle of distrust and anger. If I was only to be returned to my genetic ancestors, then why hadn't anyone else in my family been chosen before? It didn't make sense. If I was not here to be a Bride, then what was I? What was the Bride program, really? I needed answers. I searched for the cinnamon and wood smoke scent. Xander owed me an explanation. Immediately. I couldn't smell him. What the actual hell? Did he just cease to exist?I barreled through the front door, flying down the steps of the porch and into the yard. There were people on the lawn doing drills. Wrestling and fighting. I saw him, not Xander but Rhys, leaning against a low wall. His eyes widened as I snatched his arm on my way by, dragging him along with me. I could hear the whispers following us, but I didn't care. Rhys was my first real acquaintance here and I needed the truth. I
When every girl dreams of their first time, it's romantic. Roses, dinner, a bed of flower petals. Slow and gentle lovemaking. Xander slid his hand down my side, his lips setting me on fire. We were still in the middle of the woods. Rhys was still prostrate on the ground in front of us. But I didn't care. I sighed against Xander's mouth as my body reacted on instinct. I softened against him, yielding to my Alpha mate. He nipped his way from my lips to my injured shoulder. The healed wound that made me one of them. Were.His hand slid under the hem of my shirt, his palm hot against the cool skin of my side. I shivered. "You deserve more than this right now." His words were whispered hoarsely against the fabric of my shirt. "But I need to claim you." Rhys groaned, and ice coated me. "You have to let him go." "He needs to know you are claimed. You are mine." I pushed at
Maybe I was the prick. My legs ached as I stumbled further into the forest. I'd been hiking for nearly an hour. No one had come to collect me, so I must still be on Wild Hearth land. I mean, I did tell Xander to claim me and then back out and flounce away like some romance novel heroine. Was I the prick? With all my bluster about not being forced, hadn't I forced his hand? Dangled what he most wanted and then jerked it away? Why did I have to be difficult? Why couldn't I just accept my place? Because it meant accepting I was only a womb. Not a person. I couldn't do that. Not and still be me. I missed my parents. Two years without seeing my mom's laughing face and my dad's smiling eyes. Did they still dance in the kitchen? Did they still spend every Sunday morning lazing in the family room, playing games and talking about the week? Now that I was claimed by my Husband, could I contact them? Why didn't Brides go home? Why mus
He pushed into the room, the scent of rot overwhelming me. Great. This whole having heightened senses was getting problematic. "Who are you?" I was proud of myself. My voice came out even. Not even accusatory. Well maybe a touch accusatory, but he did tie me up. "Tell me, she-wolf. Why were you out taking a stroll?" He settled his large form on the floor across from me. There was something familiar about him, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Because I could? It's not like I expected to be chased, knocked out, and tied up." "Why don't you shift?" He leaned forward. His eyes were dark, but the shape was familiar. I blinked slowly. Where had I seen those eyes before?I didn't want to tell him that I didn't know how. He seemed like the kind of man that would take advantage of that knowledge. I slid my eyes from his and glared at the corner of the room. "Come on sweetheart. I won't bite. I can sm
The walk from the cabin was quiet, thankfully. My headache was back in full force. Especially since I had too much to think about. During my conversations with Xander, his family had never come up. Since he mentioned that family was everything to wolves, knowing he had a brother in the woods, cut off from the pack could be seen as problematic. Was it all a lie? An act to impress the stupid human? We finally stumbled into a clearing. There was a small cottage set back against the trees, a large lawn with a sizable garden. Didn't seem like they were suffering too terribly. The man dragged me up the steps to the cottage. He pushed me through the door into the cutest little sitting room I had ever seen. It was so homey! The furniture was hand-hewn, cushions in riots of colors dominated the space. The other man busted into the room, wiping his hands on an apron. His pale skin was flushed and his eyes bright. "Hell
"Maddie!" Rhys' voice echoed in the woods. "Dammit Xander, this is your fault. You couldn't just be a proper mate?" We loped toward the rustling in the brush. Eclipse kept a steady pace, our strides eating up the distance. "Madison, where are you?" Xander sounded panicked. That made two of us. All I could see in my head was Dylan's leering face and Vic's glare. If Eclipse hadn't burst from me and into the change, we would be choking down laced food and going into heat. Eclipse chuffed, slowing as we approached. Xander's cinnamon and wood smoke scent and Rhys' chocolate washed over us. Home. We were home. And in one piece. Eclipse was panting, sides heaving as we struggled to pull in breath. 'Just a few more feet.' I tried to encourage my wolf, but she stopped. We were done. We couldn't go on any further. 'Xander! Rhys!' I called out as loud as I could in my mind. Eclipse collapse
"What?!" I gripped my coffee cup tighter in my fingers. Etna swatted the back of my head. "Quit moving or I'll never get this mass of hair done in time." "Mabon escaped. No one has been able to find Heather. Robin and that Beta of his took off after him before the trail went cold." Lilith leaned back in her chair. My mother sat next to her, her eyes shining suspiciously. "I can't believe my baby is getting married." I blushed. I couldn't believe it either. For nearly four years, I had been a Moon Bride. So much had happened. I got my parents back from an evil Vampyr queen. I lost my new best friend to a stolen heart. I became a werewolf, found not one but two mates, had a daughter, and killed an evil fae queen. Apparently my parents had been at the Battle of Godmother's Justice as the Unseelie were calling it. They had been using my father's little scraps of magic to transport the legions of imps from Daemon territory directly into the Unseelie Palace. Apparently Maeve had atta
I floated on a sea of blackness. If this was death, sign me up! It was the most relaxed I'd been in, well, years I suppose. The world around me shifted. It was a subtle shift. I slowly became more aware of my surroundings. Silver topped sand dunes glowed in the distance. I was sitting on a rug in the middle of a desert. The moon hung low in the sky, big and bright and shining. I wasn't sure how I had gotten here, but I wasn't panicked. A sense of peace and rightness washed over me. "Welcome back to Zolon, Madison Timms." I glanced up lazily. The woman in front of me was silver layered on even more silver. Her silvery white hair hung in waves, mingling with her silver gossamer dress. Her skin was so pale that it was a translucent porcelain, and her eyes a silvery gray rimmed in darkness. She was beauty and grace personified. I'm sure if the lethargy that weighted my limbs was gone, I might've jumped to my feet to show my respect. But I couldn't really pull myself together enough t
The howl was loud enough to echo off the high ceilings. It came directly from the wolf pacing angrily in the back of my mind. Had I lost track of time? Was it so close to the full moon? 'We should rip them apart, human. They have our pup!' Eclipse growled angrily in the dark corner of my mind she typically went to. After she had faded away, only the three days of the full moon allowed her to talk to me. This needed to be dealt with immediately. I couldn't wolf out as a prisoner! I might hurt someone that didn't deserve it.I jerked back to myself, trying to ignore the slavering wolf in my head. Eclipse was ready to spill blood. The howl seemed to echo on, which should have been impossible, when I realized that it wasn't my howl. The echo from that had faded. I blinked, glancing at Robin sharply. He shook his head and spread his hands. I turned, my jaw dropping as I glimpsed Linnea. My daughter was stiff in the arms of her guard, back bowed, mouth opened wide as her howl split what
Ella finished her tidying and bustled out. It was a power move. A flex, really. Letting me see that my friend, while tired and underfed, was alive. Would we get a chance to see Heather?My hair was in my face, the dark strands sticking to my wet cheeks. I lifted my hand, my fingertips pressing into the flesh under my eyes. I was crying. I didn't even realize it. I must be hormonal. Thankfully, when a wolf was mated, the heat was only in the vicinity of her mates. Not saying I didn't feel the press of it, but it wasn't overwhelming. I needed to get my hair out of my face. Having it cling to me itched at me, it was overwhelming. Thankfully, I had slid my special chopsticks into my sleeve rather than leave them in my case. I tugged them out, swirling my hair on top of my head and jabbing the sticks in savagely. "What are those?" I smirked at Robin. He wouldn't have been aware, but I had Little John assist me with a side project at his pack house. "My game plan." "What do you mean
Robin whistled under his breath as he unfolded himself from his tiny sports car. Little John looked like he was crawling out of a clown car as he slid from the passenger side. It was enough to make me giggle. "If I had known we would be rubbing elbows with real royalty, I would've dressed up.""I guess the Prince part of Aeryck's name escaped you." I crossed my arms and leaned back into Rhys' heat. I expected our morning after repairing our mate bond to be awkward. But it wasn't. My guys had woken me with gentle kisses and lovemaking. Promises of autonomy and professions of love. I was so here for it. A day and a half later, we were now standing outside Aeryck's palace. "It didn't escape me, Godmother, I just didn't care to remember." Boy, Heather was going to have to take this prick to task. Too self-assured. He needed to be knocked down a peg. "Thank the Goddess you've arrived." I glanced as Aeryck shuffled down the stairs, nonplussed. Usually, Royals greeted their guests in t
My body burned as two sets of eyes drank me in. They had given me their oaths. They swore to allow me my own choices. To let me live my life as I chose. My thighs clenched as heat flooded through me. I wanted–no, needed—them. Both of them.My shoulder twinged as I reached up for Xander. The pain cleared my head enough to make me aware of the pressing need that flooded my body. Heat. I was in heat. Dammit. I sure as hell wasn't about to stop this. I wasn't sure I could even if I truly wanted to. But I had been so long without the touch of my mates. I needed to heal our bond. To undo the rejection. Xander groaned, leaning into me. His lips whispered across mine, leaving a trail of fire. The kisses turned insistent, and Rhys let out a soft sigh at my feet. I reached out a hand to him, and he clasped my fingers. I needed them both. "I can smell you." Rhys ground out, before heat washed across my lower belly. I peered around Xander to see Rhys' face buried against my pelvis, breathing
"So, if I'm a true mate to someone this Mabon has enchanted, then why would he send someone after you, and not me? Kill me, and there's no more threat to his enchantment." Robin leaned back in his chair, turning his mismatched eyes on us. We were called in for an audience with the Sure Wood Alpha when I had been patched up. My shoulder throbbed in time with my heartbeat, and I was exhausted. I had lost a good amount of blood, and silver wounds took time to heal up properly. "Because I made an enemy of him three years ago, when I alerted the Seelie King to the betrayal happening right under his nose, and to his then fiancee." I shrugged, wincing as the wound tugged. That was going to be different. I hadn't healed human slow in so long I forgot what it was like. "And you are one of these Fae Godmothers?" Robin gave me a sardonic smile. I understood the sarcastic confusion. Having the Accords thrust on you, finding out the law that governed our world was living, wild magic…that could
There are very few things in my world that are deadly to Supes, aside from other Supes. Mostly they just keep on living their best lives while the human population dies of a great many things. But for Weres, it was silver. Apparently the DNA structure included a very real, very deadly allergy to silver. Which is why the knife currently protruding out of my shoulder was a touch worrisome. 'Don't pull it out, Maddie.' I heard my father's voice as I slumped against the doorframe. It was from one of the many lessons we had in the yard of the farm. Honestly, I was so naive. How had I not known they were soldiers? Pulling out a blade or any object that has embedded itself in the body would apparently damage you even more. Not like I was going to get a chance to really find out. Pretty sure the silver intolerance would take me out first. Blood seeped down my shoulder and dripped from my fingertips onto the clean floor. Whoever mopped was going to be a tad upset. My mind skipped around an
I heard the growls before I smelled them. Shitballs. We didn't need an incident right this second. My eyes were locked on Little John's, and he seemed just as loath to look away. The growls grew louder, and then I heard my mates burst through the clearing at my back. Well, half-rejected mates. Jeez, this was too complicated. A head rested on my shoulder, and I sighed. "Friends of yours, lass?" "Unfortunately." I shook off the furry head, turning to glare at Xander and Rhys. They were in their wolf form, shaggy and magnificent. Which kept complicating things because my heart ached for them, so I could be complete. But they really pissed me off sometimes. But we needed to find Heather and break the curse on her, so Robin was our best bet. Which meant playing nice with the Sure Wood pack. My belly fluttered. John was a tall drink of water, that was for sure. I was doomed if we hung out here any longer. "We are here to see your Alpha. On official Godmother business." "Ooh, fancy