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
Kaiya The guards herd me into a small room full of young she-wolves. Before I can even ask what’s going on, one of the guards, a burly male, slaps a collar around my neck, threads a chain through a loop on the collar, and binds my hands in iron cuffs. “You’re really in for it, Rogue.” He giggles like a four year old, and leaves. In for what? I wonder. I know Alpha Dorian’s reputation, and he’s not one to gather breeders or keep a harem, but he can’t stand rogues, although he couldn’t do anything to me as long as I didn’t enter his territory. Tonight, of all nights, I just had to go and blunder onto his lands like a stupid, clueless pup. Dammit, I should have been more careful. I knew taking a shortcut through Alpha Dorian’s territory was a bad idea, but I was cold and hungry and I was in a hurry to get home. His warriors ran me down in minutes. I’m fast, but I’m not faster than a fully-grown and well-trained wolf warrior. For a while, I just stand around, trying to manoeuvre my
Kaiya “You don’t want to see the other girls, Sire?” Griffin asks “Oh Goddess, no,” King Bowden says. “If I have to speak to one more simpering little airhead I’ll run headfirst into the nearest wall.” The king leaves without another word while Griffin starts to undo my chains. “Am I a simpering airhead?” I ask him. The Beta chuckles softly. “No. If you were, the king would not have chosen you.” “That’s good, I suppose?” Griffin smiles at me. “Yes. That’s very good.” “What will happen to the other girls?” He undoes my collar and lets it fall to the ground. I rub my neck where the collar bit into my skin and wait for Griffin to answer. “Nothing. Why?” “They said the king will kill them.” Griffin laughs again. “No. Why would he do something like that?” “That’s exactly what I asked.” The Beta gives me a lopsided grin. “There are a lot of myths and stories surrounding the king’s mate search. Most of it’s bullshit.” Mate? I thought he was looking for a breeder. “Does he usuall
Bowden I finish up my work and switch my laptop off just before it runs out of battery. I put it aside and stare at the sleeping girl across from me. At some point, she just lay down, curled up, and went straight to sleep. I’ve been searching for a mate for months now and I haven’t been home in close to a hundred days. Not a single one of the she-wolves that the Alphas presented to me pleased Knox. I couldn’t care less one way or the other. If I want sex, I go out and get it, company is easy to come by if I crave it, but I rarely need or want relationships. They just get in the way. I don’t form bonds with my mates anymore. I haven’t in decades. Time after time, I had to watch my mates die, and I’d be left here alone, trying to glue back the pieces of my broken heart. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I started keeping my mates at arm’s length. Finding a mate is really all about making my wolf happy. It took him longer than usual to get restless this time. He really loved our last mat
Kaiya Last night, King Bowden was almost human, downright nice even, but today he’s back to his surly self and barely pays me any mind. I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing, but it does make the rest of the drive to his castle feel like an eternity. As the castle looms into view, the reality of the situation finally hits me like a ton of bricks. The king took me from my home and brought me to his without so much as a by your leave. I don’t even know what he’ll expect of me as his mate. ‘I can always run,’ I remind myself. ‘If it becomes unbearable, I can run and disappear again. It’s not that hard.’ The castle is beautiful and well kept, spanning several acres with towers reaching high up into the sky. Green ivy creeps up the yellowish brick adding character and beauty to the old building. The driver opens the door for me and I practically fall out of the car, stretching my numb and aching limbs. King Bowden didn’t lie when he said we’d be in the car most of the day and I’ve
Bowden I pace past my comfortable old leather couch for the hundredth time while I wait for Kaiya to make her appearance. I've been restless all day, to the point that I'm afraid I'll hurt someone if I can't find a way to calm my nerves and settle my wolf. “Mate,” Knox growls in my head. “Go get our mate.” Knox is behaving completely out of character. Usually after we've found our mate, he'd settle down, content knowing that she was here if he wanted her. There are no female Lycans, and since we have no need to procreate, our wolves merely crave the emotional bond with a mate. They don't care one way or the other about a physical one anymore. The need for a mate bond is woven into our DNA. A holdover from the ancient times when female Lycans still existed. Before we became immortal and we still needed to breed. Knox shouldn't be acting this way now that we've found our next mate. Neither should I, for that matter. I want her here, in my arms where she belongs. I haven't felt this w
Bowden “My last mate?” I ask and stare at Kaiya’s slender back. “How do you know?" "I just know," Griffin says. "It's in the way Knox behaves...and you, you are more protective than usual. It feels different this time, doesn't it?" Frowning, I nod at my Beta. Am I that obvious? "So after she dies, this ends? The torture of finding and losing mates, it all finally ends?” “No. It doesn’t end, Bowden. It never ends.” I have more questions, but Kaiya turns around to look at us, her big grey eyes questioning. “Should I go so you can talk in private?” she asks with all the grace of a well-trained Alpha's daughter. “No,” I say. “Please-” I indicate to the food on the table -“go ahead and eat.” “I’ll wait for you,” she says and turns her back on us again. She might have lived as a rogue for way too long, but the Luna training she no doubt received from her mother is starting to kick in. Whether she knows that’s she’s falling back on her instincts are unclear, but it's there all the sam
Kaiya I stare at the closed door, a feeling of utter despair settling over me. It’s not as if I had been mistreated. The king even treats me decently, despite the rumours about how much he abuses his breeders, rumours that turned out to be untrue by the looks of things. Then why do I want to run away from him so badly? Maybe, if I try, I could even be happy here. There’s no happiness to be found in captivity though. A gilded cage is still a cage. I don't want to live like that ever again. Sighing, I turn away from the closed door and fetch the clothes from the bed. I’ll figure it out later. Tomorrow perhaps, when I’ve had a chance to speak to Clara. She's older than I am and she's been on the run for close to ten years now. She'll know what to do. For now, there’s not much I can do. The king is in the apartment with me, and with his super senses on high alert, I won’t be able to fart without him knowing about it. I gasp in surprise when I enter his bathroom. I thought mine was lu
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