Kaiya I feel exposed out in the open like this, and I have to keep reminding myself that we’re alone here in Bowden’s little haven. It doesn't work. The man just banged my brains out. He has seen me naked a few times now, and still I'm embarrassed to be naked in front of him. I try to make sense of it, but can't. All I know is that I'm naked, exposed, vulnerable, and I don't like it. For his part, my mate is completely unperturbed by his nudity. He’s strutting around like a proud rooster. That part is not too strange to me. I’d seen other Alpha males do the exact same thing. What I do find strange and a little disconcerting, is that I’ve never seen Bowden do it. Aware of my discomfort, he throws his t-shirt at me before he goes down to the pond to wash his hands, then returns to unpack the rest of the picnic. “I didn’t actually plan for it to happen this fast,” he says and gives me a sheepish grin. “I figured we’d have a little food, some wine...relax a little, you know.” For the
KaiyaI want to die of embarrassment. The first time I dare to touch my mate in any sexual kind of way, and I fuck it up. “You must hate this,” I say as I position myself on the ledge.Bowden is completely unperturbed. “No, not really. I kind of like it." He scrunches up his nose and leans over to give me a quick peck. "I look forward to corrupting you.”He sits back, takes my hand and brings it to his thick erection. My fingers don’t even go all the way around, and I’m suddenly too shy to ask him if my inability to take him in hand properly give him any kind of pleasure.He wraps his much bigger hand around mine. “Firm, even movements. Stroking. Not too hard or rough, unless I ask for it. Don't shake and jerk my cock. It's not a ketchup bottle.”I almost start laughing, but I'm way too nervous and foscused on the task at hand. For a good five minutes, he shows me how to do it, then he just lets me go and leans back, bracing himself on the ground with both hands. He has his head throw
BowdenWhen I return to my apartment, I expected to find Kaiya in my bed, but instead, she's fast asleep on the couch, dressed in the new shorty pyjamas I like so much.The meeting with the Lycans went about as well as could be expected. Finding out that the mates they loved so much were waking up, mummified and probably aware of what’s happening to them, enraged the wolves.Learning about Orion angered them less. That was a problem we could deal with. We’d come across it before and knew what to do. Griffin and Jaeger would be pack soon with a list of the Alphas that belonged to Deimos.Their packs will be cleansed, their witches brought to the castle and new Alphas will be appointed. Once we have the names of the treacherous Alphas, I can assign the individual teams of Lycans to go to clear out the packs and bring the witches here. “Why not just kill the witches too,” Elias asked.He wasn’t supposed to be at the meeting. He is still mourning the loss of his mate, and he’s a mess, but
BowdenThe week passes in a quiet, comfortable hush. I hadn’t taken an extended break from my duties for so long that I had almost forgotten what it’s like to just relax and do nothing. The fact that I had my mate by my side the entire time just made it so much better.Kaiya wasn’t that comfortable with doing absolutely nothing though. She kept trying to find work for herself. On the day we moved her into my apartment, she tried to do the Omegas’ work, and I finally had to take her outside so she’d stop pestering them.Instead of fully sharing a room with me, Kaiya decided to take up the spare room down the hall and next to my private office. I was blown away by her reasoning when I asked her about it, realising for the first time that she understood me much better than I thought she did. “You need your space,” she said when I half-heartedly objected. “There are times when you need to be alone.”I didn’t argue with her any further. I was grateful for it. She was right. I’ve had many f
**TRIGGER WARNING:** This chapter is rough and depicts scenes of dead children. Proceed with caution. Kaiya “Kaiya!” Bowden screams in my head, his voice panicked. “You have to talk to me. What is wrong?” I can’t say the words, and I can’t answer him because I’m about to lose my shit completely. I can't think. I can't even breathe. The bodies of the children are the worst. Torn limb from limb, the Stone Wood Clan men hung their parts on the trees for us to find them. Some kind of warning, I guess, not to cross over into their territory. Judging by the smell and the rate of decomposition of the different corpses, they killed Leigh last, after she had to witness her children’s horrific deaths. The ground where they tore the children apart is soaked in their drying blood and other bodily fluids. It looks as if she was on her knees facing her children, and when they slit her throat, she fell forward, bleeding out onto the ground. At least they didn't mutilate her body. My phone star
KaiyaWe leave the café and drive out of town, making sure the humans see us leave. Just outside of the town's borders, Thaddeus drives the SUV off the road and parks it behind a clutch of trees. Thaddeus and Oswald simply lower their backrests and go straight to sleep, but I have no such luck.I can’t get the images of those dead children out of my mind. Every time I close my eyes, I see them.After my time with Moon Dance, everything my father showed me, every execution and brutal attack on a smaller pack, I thought I’d seen it all, thought I understood true violence and evil, but even the dread Alpha Deimos wasn’t monster enough to do that to innocent pups.“Kai?” Bowden whispers in my head. “Are you all right now? Can you talk?”“No. I keep seeing them. I don’t know what I was thinking…I can’t do this. I can't help any of these she-wolves.”“Yes, you can. It’s always dangerous when they try to leave. Leigh knew the risks.”“I talked her into it. I promised her I’d keep her safe.”
Kaiya There’s no sign of the warriors that we sent back with Stone Wood. The handful of wolves that have the courage to stand up to us are weak, inbred to an extreme degree, and feral. It is a blood bath with almost no surivors. Dripping in blood, I shift back to human and turn around to face Oswald. “Where are their warriors?” He shifts and casts his eyes to the ground so he doesn’t have to look at my nudity. “Dead, I’d wager. Killed by rogues.” “Or they fled into the mountains,” Thaddeus proposes. Unlike Oswald, my nudity doesn't appear to bother him, and he looks straight at me while he speaks. Strangely, I prefer that to Oswald's clear discomfort. “Send warriors to sniff them out,” I say. Grinning, Thaddeus nods and runs outside. With purposeful strides, I cross the compacted dirt floor to open the door that leads to the only other room in the shelter they call a pack house. “Queen,” Oswald says urgently. “You are naked.” “So are they,” I say. “I doubt they care.” I am no
Kaiya Within two weeks of being back at the castle and taking over most of Bowden’s duties, I understood why he let some things go. He simply had no other choice. The job was overwhelming, it took up most of my time, and even with help, I couldn't seem to get the work done that needed doing, and anything I left until the next day, waited for me there in the morning, with new work added on top of it. I gained a whole new level of respect for my mate and his advisors. It was an impossible job, and more than once, I wished I could give it to someone else to do. I also very quickly realised that werewolves would complain about every little thing - from she-wolves that refused to be mated, to isolated rogue attacks and human neighbours wandering onto their territories to camp or fish. These eere all things the Alphas could handle themselves, but for whatever reason they felt the need to bother the king with their bullshit. It was no wonder Bowden started to lose control of some of the p
Dear Readers, Here we are at the end of Kaiya and Bowden's story. This one flew by didn't it? I loved working on it, and I'm genuinely sad that it has come to an end. Kaiya is perhaps one of my favourite characters, and I loved exploring her story. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was once again blown away by your amazing support. I want you to know that I do read your comments, and they do always encourage me to work harder and write better. I love hearing from you. Writers always love hearing from their readers, so please never stop! You have no idea how much it means to us as writers. Thank you, as always, from the very bottom of my heart for your support, comments, gems and ratings. It means everything to me. I hope to see you for our next adventure. Much love,Celice
KaiyaThe returning Lycans didn’t care where Deborah and I came from, especially not after Bowden told them that going forward, none of them have to give up their mates unless they want to do so by choice.None of them wanted to break their bonds. None of them wanted to suffer through the heartache again. Centuries of living in fear came to an abrupt end, and they embraced it with open arms and hearts.A week later, Neil mated with one of my father’s ex harem girls. A sweet young woman named Kaylee, a week after that, Deacon mated with Sparrow. A new light shone in the castle, one of hope and happiness.Three weeks after I came back, Vanessa returned, but she wasn’t the same. Jaeger told her what happened, and it scared her. She couldn’t get her mind wrapped around it – the magic, the deaths, the mayhem, all the things things that humans find unimaginable. We were the living embodiment of her nightmares.She gave Jaeger an ultimatum – leave his home and live with her in the human world
Kaiya I wake to the sound of the song I sang to the mates the day they exited the catacombs. Deborah stands next to me, a confused frown on her face. “They’re all dead,” she says. “They’re supposed to be,” I say without thinking. I have no idea where that little nugget of knowledge came from, but I know it to be true. I groan softly and sit up, looking around me. There's no light coming in from outside, but I can feel the full moon. A white sheet of snow cuts the outside world off from view. The only light comes from the flickering torches against the walls. Bowden isn’t here like he was the last time, and I feel completely and utterly abandoned, cold, and lonely. “Why aren’t they waking?” Deborah asks, her face pulled into a frown of confusion. “You could never wake them,” Lauren says from the darkness. I swivel my head in all directions, looking for her. “Not by yourselves. They were dead and you forced them from their afterlife, pulling their souls into the void.” “We didn’t
Bowden “Bowden?” Griffin asks from the entrance of the catacombs. “This is not healthy. You have to get out of here. Time is running out.” Every day, just before sunset, I come to the catacombs and stare at Kaiya’s face, willing her to open her eyes. I shake my head, unable to move. Three days after Kaiya died the first time, the bond started to come back to life. It helped to keep some of the darkness at bay, and I did all right until the day after the full moon, when it happened all over again. The pain of it woke me from my sleep, tearing through my like a blunt knife. I was still trying to take a breath when Griffin stormed into my apartment, a look of pure agony on his face. "Is it breaking?" he asked. "Are they proper dead?" "I don't know." I gasped through the pain. The first time it happened was still too raw, too fresh, and it all blended together into a stewing pot of abject suffering We rushed to the catacombs to see all the mates back in their sarcophagi and Kaiya
Kaiya I didn’t expect to go back to sleep when I entered the catacombs. I didn't give it much thought before now, but what the hell are we supposed to do down here, day in day out, unable to sleep, unable to live, unable to die? No wonder everyone is so fucking angry. I've not even been in the catacombs that long, and I'm already pissed off at the world and the dark witches that cursed me to live this waking nightmare. Lauren leads us into a vast, open temple. It's bigger than the one in Junction City, but unlike the one under that pack house, this temple glows brightly. It is warm and inviting, and I feel no trepidation when I step inside. There are twenty witches in the temple, including the old woman that did the purity test on me, standing around the altar, chanting some ancient spell in an ancient tongue. A spell at least as old as the catacombs. On our way here, I tried to talk to Elowen. I could still sense her, she didn’t die, but just like I couldn’t talk to Bowden anymor
Kaiya I open my eyes, but it’s as if I’m trying to see through a deep mist. I can’t make anything out around me. My arms and legs are trapped against my body. Someone tied me up. I let out a high-pitched scream and try to struggle out of my bindings, grunting and crying as panic wells up in my chest. “Sh-sh-sh,” Bowden’s voice flushes over me. “Stop fighting. I’ve got you.” At the sound of his voice, I relax and allow him to lift me up off the hard surface I’m lying on. He unwraps whatever it is that kept me trapped like a swaddled baby, and the more he works to undo me, the more of the world comes into view. What happened? I remember falling asleep in Bowden’s arms, and then nothing. Not even dreams. Did I make it? Were we wrong? My heart sinks when I sit up and take in my surroundings. We’re in the catacombs. The thing that bound me now lies at my feet, and looks like some kind of funeral shroud. The full moon is casting it’s glow in through the opening. Two weeks went by, but t
Bowden When we return to the castle, we find two more dead werewolves. Mindy, the one who always did Kaiya’s hair, and a male that worked in the kitchens. “Fuck!” I growl. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Bowden,” Griffin says gently. “I’ll take care of this. Go upstairs and get started on your whiskey.” “No. I’m taking care of these fuckers once and for all.” “What are you going to do?” I give Jaeger a cold stare. “We have a dungeon full of witches.” “No,” my Gamma says. “No, you can’t tie them to you. You already battle with your own darkness. Tying that many to you…it will swallow you whole.” When I mated with Kaiya, my darkness faded in the brightness of her light, but it’s back now with a vengeance. I want to kill something, preferably hunters. “Leave me alone,” I say and stomp through the castle to my apartment. I get the ritual box from the safe, locking the office behind me again, and go to the dungeons. Griffin waits for me at the bottom of the stairs. “Are you going to try to sto
Bowden The Lycans formed an honour guard on either side of the path that leads to the catacombs. They’re dressed in their mourning clothes, the same as everyone else, hands clasped in front of them, heads bowed. A few of them are openly crying, including Neil. He never did take a real liking to Kaiya, but he loved her. When you live as long as we have, you start to learn that the two aren’t necessarily mutually exclusive. It's the only time I feel comfortable showing them all my emotions, open and raw, bleeding for all to see. They've all been here more than once, and they all know the enormity of it. The exquisite and unending pain. Jaeger and Griffin walks ahead of me to show me the place they had prepared for her. It’s a little deeper into the catacombs, but not so far that the warm sun streaming in from outside won’t catch her. Oswald came to light all the torches that had gone out while the mates were roaming around outside, and they flicker in the breeze, casting their soft,
Bowden “That’s it.” I slam the last of the hunters’ diaries shut. Out of sheer desperation, we turned to them but found nothing important. “There’s nothing. No answers.” We have spent the last two and a half days frantically reading, searching for answers to the mate problem, while also trying to figure out how to break the death curse. I went into the dungeons and questioned the witches I brought back from Junction City to hear if any of them could break the death curse, or at least knew who cast it, but they were as clueless as Samantha was. I stare at Kaiya, who is sitting next to Oswald on the couch, reading a book about nymphs. We know a lot more about them now, but very little about wild children. No one bothered to write about them because they’re so rare. A knot pushes up in my throat as I realise that we’re not going to be able to save her. Up until a few minutes ago, I kept expecting a miracle, kept thinking we’d find something somewhere, but I was arrogant...and so, so