CILLIAN“What have I missed?” I asked as I pushed through the heavy conference door and found my great-aunt Penelope sitting beside Ciara’s grandfather, Mitch Senior, as well as the Moon Valley’s hospital chief, Winstan Nettles. Their eyes were wide as a deer in headlights. My great-aunt winked at me and patted the chair beside her, unfazed by my presence. Her face was the only welcoming one in the room. Mitch nodded his head, acknowledging my role as alpha as I scooted behind Winstan’s chair to get to the head of the table.“We were under the impression you couldn’t make it,” Winstan said, nervously tapping his foot as his eyes shifted to the door. It was clear he’d been hoping I was someone else. As I scanned the room, I noticed there was one face missing—Tippy Thornton.“Where’s the mayor?” I asked as I settled into my seat. The chair moaned under my weight and felt wobbly.My great-aunt shrugged and grumbled under her breath, “Beats me. And I’m missing my soaps. You’d think if you
The hallway was dark and gloomy, making the portraits on the walls more ominous than they should have been. My eyes flickered to the faces and eyes that tracked me through the hallway. Harkness Manor had always been full of history, but as I contemplated my future with Cillian, they seemed to whisper to me, encouraging me to make a decision.As I made my way to the guest room, Bartholomew’s words danced in my mind, playing back over and over like a broken record that wouldn’t stop. Everything he told me was true, right down to the way Cillian and I felt about each other. There was no denying our love. We were fated mates for crying out loud. Our love was literally written in the stars. So why was the choice to mark each other so hard? Why did there always seem to be a reason that hindered us from marking each other?Memories of my youth haunted me. All those times we’d promised each other as kids that we would be with each other forever. Back then, I always thought those promises were
CILLIANIstared at my feet, focusing on the water crashing against them before it flowed into the abyss of the drain. I didn’t want to feel the icy claws of jealousy ripping into me, but it was there. Cyrus plaguing Ciara’s mind drove me mad. I didn’t understand how she could still be holding on to him after everything he’d done to her.For the life of me, I couldn’t explain why she’d dream of him when I had done everything in my power to help her forget. Anger burned through my veins like lava and made me tremble. Not even a cold shower could quench the fire blazing within me.He’d poisoned me, for fuck’s sake. How could she still have feelings for him after everything that had happened? If not for Cyrus, I wouldn’t have gone crazy; she wouldn’t have had to run away from me, and she sure as shit wouldn’t have been kidnapped. Cyrus would never have been turned into a shifter, and he wouldn’t have died taking a bullet for her.My jaw flexed as I smacked my palm against the tiled wall a
Iwas going to have a heart attack if my heart kept skipping. It had never occurred to me that he wouldn’t want to mark me anymore. All the years I had known him, all he ever wanted was me. But had I become damaged goods to him? I didn’t want him to see me as some charity case—as someone he had to fix.“You silly woman,” he said, and the complete tenderness in his voice dissolved all my worries. Cillian was so much stronger than I ever could be. He curled his arms around me so tightly that I thought I’d merge into him. It was as if I could shatter into a million pieces, and he’d have the patience to glue me back together, piece by piece.“You’re all I have ever wanted, don’t you know that by now?” he asked, then brushed his lips over mine. I tasted his breath, yearning to drag him toward me, but I didn’t. With my heart soaring, I stared at him, my eyes drifting from the golden specks in his eyes to his lush lips.He had a five o’clock shadow. The stubble tickled my fingers as I brushed
CILLIANCiara beamed brighter than any sunrise and was warmer than any hot spring. She was like Mother Nature, wrapped in the stars—and the best thing? She was all mine. It seemed as if my life hadn’t even begun until half an hour ago, and now the road of life opened up to me in ways I’d never thought possible.Ciara glanced over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed and eyes playful. I still craved her, and the wolf within me strutted around my mind like a proud beast that had conquered the world and all that was in it.I tugged on Ciara’s hand, bringing her up short. She spun around and planted her hands on my chest. The energy flowing from the palms of her hands was warm and delicate. It felt as if she could reach inside of me and caress my very soul.In my youth, I had heard stories of what it was like when you marked another. How intimate things would become, but not even in my wildest dreams had I imagined that would extend to the joy and connection I felt with Ciara.“Don’t be surpr
The world flew by in a blurry haze as I watched the last of the sun’s rays on the canopy of the trees. It seemed as though a million butterflies had hatched in my stomach. Every emotion rippled through me as I felt Preston’s mark tingling like Pop Rocks on my shoulder. I glanced over at him and studied the lines of his face. It was as if I’d never seen him before. He had been someone else, a distant person or relative. Yet now, he was a part of me. It felt as if I’d spent my whole life in the dark, and he was the light I’d been looking for. “Stop staring,” he muttered as he kept his attention on the road. “I’m not staring. I’m observing.” “And your conclusion?” he asked, shifting his eyes briefly at me. “I love you.” “That’s it, huh? Just you love me?” he asked. Cillian curled his fingers into mine and drew my hand to his chest. He let out a heavy sigh. The sound reminded me of the noise he gave after a satisfying meal. It was the sound of him being at ease. “Are you okay?” I a
CILLIAN Isat back in the corner of the bar, watching everybody dancing and having a good time as the music rumbled through me. Six shots and two pints later, my ears didn’t feel like they wanted to bleed from the horrible karaoke that people were belting out at the top of their lungs. Each time a new person got up on stage, Ciara made up a new drinking game. I wasn’t playing because I was still riding high on the fact that she was mine. I felt her in ways I never could before. Every bit of her was open to me—her joy and excitement and her lingering desire. It all poured out of her and crashed into me with no barrier and no way to stop it. It was as if I had never known her before—as if we hadn’t been together even though we were fated mates. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that it was her idea to mark each other when she’d been so adamantly against it in the past. But I’d known sooner or later she’d cave. After all, it had been a long time coming. The memory of asking
The alarm buzzed on the nightstand, infiltrating my blessedly dreamless sleep. My eyes fluttered open as the sound filled the guest room. I turned over, pulling the pillow over my ears to block the obsessive buzzing as the soft orange glow of dawn crept through the currents. Irritation rose like a black cloud, tainting everything. I clamped the pillow around my head, wishing for the sound to stop, but with its high-pitched wailing, I knew I’d never get back to sleep. “Good morning,” Cillian said, wiggling the pillow off my head. Even with the alarm silenced, I could still hear it buzzing in my ears. “I suggest we get up if you want to make breakfast,” Cilliansaid. “You know how Bartholomew is when it comes to scheduling, and if we’re not at the breakfast table when he serves it, we’ll be on our own till lunch.” The thought of having breakfast with Cillian’s family wasn’t on my list of priorities today. All I wanted to do was hide under the blanket and nurse the headache banging agai