Nyx has found another family...if she'll accept it. But JoJo!!! Jacob really did a number on her.
It’s been two days since the breakfast with Nathan’s family. Two days since I found out that Nathan will only ever have one mate. Me. I’m still not sure how to feel about it, so I push it to the side. Just refuse to think about the whole situation. It’s…a lot. And I just don’t think that it’s something I can handle right now. So I turn my attention to one of the other two pressing problems in our lives: getting everyone into the realm of the gods. We want to try and take down the Riding Hoods at the same time we release the gods. Because there is no way that the Riding Hoods escaping and being taken in by Loviatar isn’t tied to the disappearance of the gods and goddesses of the world. That would be too much a coincidence. The other witches are back, having arrived by plane yesterday morning. It was a great seeing all of them and their mates, especially Bella, Gregory, and Jamal. I’ve missed them. “Tell us what’s been going on,” Bella says when I step into their house f
Being in Nyx’s presence is both full of exquisite pleasure and exquisite pain. I can scent her aroma of wild plums all around me, calming and tantalizing me all at the same time. Anytime that we accidently touch, I can feel the fated sparks march up and down my skin. Her muttered questions and curses brings her melodic voice to my ears. But that’s all. Accidental touches. Overheard mutterings. Her scent on the air. It’s such torture. Not to be able to touch her, talk to her, feel her in the way that I want to. I want her. So badly. I just don’t know if I’ve screwed it up so much that I can’t have her. The hours that we spend together speed away in a mess of quiet contemplation, longing, and frustrated research. But at the same time, nothing happens between us. And it is killing me. We work together throughout the day, only stopping for lunch, which isn’t allowed to be eaten in the library. Magic and food mixed together is a bad combination. Never know what that’
Zoe’s words from our argument just keep playing over and over in my head, even several days later. “I’m tired of your shit!” “Fucking leave! But I’m staying!” “Please don’t hurt our mate!” It’s like she’s choosing him over me. She didn’t come home that night, staying with her family in their visitor cabin. When she did come home, it was strained between us. It’s not like we’ve never had an argument. We’ve been friends for our whole lives. Of course we’ve been in fights. But this is our first fight as mates. And it’s the first fight that we didn’t fix within a day of having it. I got a whole lot more vulnerable in that coffee shop than I meant to. A whole lot more vulnerable than I really realized I was feeling. I mean, I get that I’m not necessarily being all that rational about the whole being mated to Tomas thing, I completely get that. I’ve just never felt like this before. Like I might not measure up to someone else. Like I might not be good enough. I me
Normally, I’m not part of the supernatural council meetings. Granted I’m now an alpha and will soon find out if I’m the healer or the strength of my brother and my demi-god blood, but I’m still just a soldier in the Elite 10. So when Ma and Pop sent a mindlink out to the whole Elite 10 that there would be a council meeting, I didn’t think anything of it. Especially since Pop said that it was going to start at eight on a Saturday morning. Fuck that shit. I’m sleeping in, wrapped in my mate’s arms. Jacob and I have been coping with not having JoJo with us. It’s been hard, especially since she has blocked any way for us to communicate with her: phone, mindlink, email, smoke signal. All go unanswered. We’re hoping that eventually we’ll be able to see her in person again. I know that right now, she’s off in Canada, doing the wolf thing. It’s really frustrating that she’s categorically refusing to talk to us. I mean, I’ve done nothing but want to have both of my mates in
I haven’t been to the Goddess Realm recently because of having taking over as a beta in the Moon Goddess pack. Although I’ve been gradually taking over the job for the last two years, having it all on my shoulders has been a lot. My mates and I have also been splitting our time between Arcadia and the Artemis Territory since Jared is also a beta of the pack. And although the pack spans the entire country, the alphas, betas, gammas, and deltas of the pack have our specific territories to care for. The people and the land are things that we have to care for. If we aren’t there to understand their day to day needs, we aren’t doing anyone any good. That’s going to be something that we’ll have to figure out soon. Will we be eventually settling in Arcadia or in Artemis? Jared, Summer, and I were actually talking about that last night before bed, trying to figure the best way for us to decide. I had walked into the supernatural council meeting somewhat sick about the decision, n
“I can’t fucking believe that we’re doing this. We’re inviting this fucker into our home and near Nyx on purpose?” Zak growls as he sets the table. “Look, I’m not any happier than you are to do this,” I say, putting the lasagna in the oven and setting the timer. “But they are mates, ordained by the goddess. And she has refused to let that bond go away.” I turn around to look at Zak and Brandon over his shoulder. “We’ve got to do our best to put our anger aside and be here for Nyx. For whatever she wants. Whatever she needs.” Brandon nods in agreement, still not happy. But he gets it. This is what our daughter needs at the moment. But Zak is still pissed. “Why would the goddess put Nyx with someone who can’t appreciate her?” One of the triplets starts to whimper and all of our attention goes towards the other room. “I’ll take care of them,” Brandon says. “You two talk this out.” “Thanks, baby,” I say to him. “I love you.” He smiles at me, the look lighting up
You ever have your life flash before your eyes? I’ve been in so many battles, fought so many different kinds of supernatural creatures and I’ve never been as scared as I am when Zak levels me with his glare. Doesn’t help at all when I see identical glares from Brandon and Kayla. And I did this. It’s all my fault. I’ve screwed this up and fucked myself good and proper. But I can’t do anything but give them my truth. I close my eyes briefly and take a really quick breath before I look at them, allowing all of my feelings shine through. “You shouldn’t. I’ve given none of you any reason to trust me and I don’t expect it.” I lean forward, giving eye contact to each of the wolves in front of me. I don’t mean it as any type of challenge. I just need them to see the sincerity in my eyes. “But I’ll do whatever I can to make you trust me.” Kayla snorts and turns away. I can see that she is livid and is barely holding back the venom that she wants to spit out at me. Zak’s
The way that his lips brush my fingers is the sexiest thing that I have ever experienced in my life. Granted, I don’t have a ton of experience with men. Obviously. But, by the Crone’s knife, I want to feel those lips over every part of my skin. I can’t stop my eyes from following his lips as he pulls back, his tongue flicking out to wipe the crumbs away. “I’ll be right back,” I say, hopping up from the table. “Bathroom.” I don’t wait for him to respond, I just go. Because I know that he would scent it. Really quickly. My arousal. It’s something that wolves can apparently scent easily. Especially the arousal of their mate. And I felt that I had been doing a damn good job not letting him see how much this was affecting me. How being this close to him was making me want him. But this would be a dead giveaway. I make it to the bathroom as fast as I can, thanking Hecate that I realized what was happening before it got noticeable. Once in the stall, I dig into my
Hey friends!Thank you so much for reading Red Rover, the second book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.1. The next story, “Mother, May I” will be coming out the first week of November. We'll find out what happens with JoJo, Jacob, Alexander, and Hermes, as well as meeting a new trio.2. If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there’s a little something for everyone.3. I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms:a. GoodNovel:Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book a
I’ve been stuck here in the Underworld at Uncle Hades and Aunt Persphone’s palace for weeks, unable to see my mates for anything. I was so fucking stupid. Erasing their marks wasn’t even the dumbest thing that I did, though it was by far the worst thing I could have done to make them trust me. Especially Jacob. No, the dumbest thing that I did was checking in on them once they went back to the gates of Valhalla. Because Lucifer caught me as they were escaping to come to the Underworld. And now he has all of us down here together so that he can “keep his allies close.” I’ve managed to slip out a couple of times just to check on my mates, but Lucifer himself caught me last time. I’m still recovering from being thrown into the flames of the Phlegethon River. It didn’t matter that I told him that I was checking up on our enemies’ whereabouts and activities. He said that he had other’s to do that and I was to stay in line and follow his orders. I don’t know how I’m going to be
“How is it that we haven’t heard anything in two weeks? I don’t understand!” Nathan is frazzled and very much on edge. Not only is he grieving the loss of Gregory and Citra, but he hasn’t heard from Nyx at all. And not only that, we have no idea where she is. We’ve heard nothing from the evil gods or goddesses. Nothing from Lucifer. Hell, we don’t even know where Hermes is. Selene and Hecate have returned to their realms. Thor is still hanging out with Selene in her realm. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I also doubt that I have much say in how this goes. If Selene is our mother and she mates with Thor, does that make him our new daddy? Blech. I don’t even want to think about it. That’s just wrong on so many, many levels. The weird thing, though, is that we haven’t heard from Hermes either. Neither has JoJo, Alexander, and Jared. They have no idea where he is. JoJo and Alexander have said that they’ve gotten a couple of mindlinks from him sporadically h
I feel hollow. Completely gutted. Like everything has been scooped out of me. Nyx is gone. We have no idea where she could be. Nathan hasn’t been able to find her on the Astral Plane. We haven’t been able to find Hermes and we can’t get in touch with Hades or Persephone since we left Tartarus.Citra is dead. And though I didn’t know who Citra was until 22 years ago, she became as much of a sister to me as Isla, Ivy, and Indigo are. As much as Iris was. I presided over her handfasting with Michael. I’m the godmother to Caleb, her first born. I don’t remember a day going by in 22 years where we didn’t speak to each other at least once. And now she’s gone.And my mate died saving me. He literally pushed me out of Fenrir’s grasp and died to protect me. We said goodbye to him yesterday, Jamal, our children and I staying in the field until his pyre completely burned out. I have no idea how we’re going to move on from here. Jamal and I are basically living, breathing ghosts.
Bella and I have been in a fog since Gregory’s death. He was one third of our soul and now that he’s gone, it’s like there’s a great gaping hole in our lives. Our two sets of twins Freya and Finnegan and Amethyst and Axel have been trying to help us, but it’s all that they can do to keep their grief at bay. Gregory and I had been together since before the civil war started. When it was us against Mathias. About 22 years ago. We found Bella about a year and a half later when the Riding Hoods first showed up. Twenty years together. Though it might seem long, it wasn’t enough. Gregory was our bright spot in this world. He always found the silver lining. Always found something for us to smile or laugh about. Always made the day brighter just by being him. Bella and I have always been the practical ones, bogged down by our responsibilities as alpha and High Priestess. Gregory found a way to cheer us up. Brought a different perspective to our hard times. How will we find
I rush over to Bella and Jamal who have fallen to the ground sobbing. Mom looks split between going to Michael and going to Bella and Jamal. Michael was in her original pack, but Bella and Jamal have been a necessary part of our family because of my being a hybrid. They are both like family to us, though I’m definitely much closer to Bella and Jamal. As the witches seem to be gathering around us, Mom and Dad run to Michael’s side. Hawk and Jareth follow them. They are sobbing. Wordless, agony filled cries falling from their mouths, They cling to each other, not seeming to sense any of us around them. I can’t even imagine the pain that they are going through. It has to be awful. I don’t even want to know what I would do if Nyx…I can’t even think about it. The fact that I can’t even see her is killing me. And we’re not even mated. We’ve barely known each other for a few months. How awful must it be for them to have lived together for more than 20 years. To have child
I have just finished slicing through two demons when I see the giant wolf enter the field. That has to be Fenrir, the evil werewolf son of Loki. Yeah, I know my mythology. Chris went through a phase where she wanted to know everything about all the mythologies in the world. And at that point, Zak and I had already decided that he was on math and science duty, while I was on history, cultural studies, and English. Can’t beat a master bullshitter. I know exactly who he is and what he’s capable of. So when I see him heading towards Bella and Citra, I start to run across the field. Through our pack mindlink, I yell Get to Bella and Citra! I feel all the wolves look towards them, but Fenrir landed less than 20 yards from them. It would just take a few of his massive steps to make it to their side. I see Gregory and Jamal fighting their way towards Bella, Michael to Citra, but there’s no way that they’re going to be able to make it in time. But Gregory puts on a huge burst
Within seconds, wolves and gods are teleporting into the camp. The fae and other supernaturals have also contacted their rulers and we have portals opening up all over the place. The only ones that don’t show up are JoJo, Alexander, Chris, and Jacob. Hecate still hasn’t come back from bitching out Hermes, so they can’t teleport to us. “Alright everyone, circle up! We’ve got to come up with a plan NOW. What information do we have?” Mom says. Her goddess gift of strategy is really going to come in handy here. One of the Valkyries that Gondul sent comes back, streaking through the sky and directly to her leader. “Mist!” Gondul calls when she is about 20 feet away. “Where is Hrist?” “Keeping watch. The demons are pouring out of the gates. Fenrir is with them. Looks like he is leading them with a god that we do not know,” the Valkyrie, Mist, responds. “Fenrir?” Summer asks. “You mean the Norse werewolf?” Gondul’s face turns to look at us, her expression impassive. “Yes.
It’s been two hours since Nathan went to the Astral Plane. Bella stopped in to check on them after he had been there for an hour, but found the couple talking to each other in low voices and snuggling on a couch. She elected to allow Nathan to stay there for another hour. He and Bella are emerging from his tent right now. “How is she?” I ask my best friend when he gets close. It’s easy to see that he’s been crying, but just as easy to see that spending that time with his mate has helped him a lot. I want to give him a hug, but Nathan doesn’t always welcome that kind of affection when he’s this upset. “She’s hanging in as best as she can. I think that seeing someone other than her tormentors was really helpful,” he tells me. “Bro, it’s got nothing to do with seeing ‘someone’ and everything to do with seeing you,” I tell him, clapping him on the shoulder and squeezing. He actually blushes a bit, a small smile crawling over his face. “She told me that she loves me.” At t