“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
I’m still on a high from the impromptu makeout session with Zoe. Goddess, I can’t tell you how many girls I’ve been with. I really am the fuck boy that my mates accused me of being. But it’s because I didn’t want to lose my heart to some she-wolf and then her not be my mate. I’ve seen that before with school friends and other wolves from my pack. It gets messy. And with being a warrior, someone who was constantly in life or death situations, a little stress relief was definitely needed. But I’ve never gotten so turned on or experienced anything as erotic as having Zoe Vlk in my arms. Kissing me. Rubbing herself all over me. Touching me. Fuck! I nearly came in my pants. I had wanted to touch her. Wanted to at least get her off, but we were in public and I didn’t want to let anyone else see her losing herself in pleasure. No one but Kaia. Shit, Kaia. I haven’t seen her since that day. She won’t respond to my mindlink and I know that she and Zoe have been having i
“Come on, Kaia. He’s our mate. And I like him. He’s a good guy and I want to keep getting to know him. I think that you should give him a chance.” I’m trying really hard to keep my cool, to remain patient with my extremely stubborn mate. It’s not easy. Especially since she now feels like Tomas is stealing me away from her. She might be good at keeping him out of her head, but it’s a lot harder to keep me out, especially since we’re marked and mated. I can feel what she feels. I know what she’s thinking. We share two thirds of the same soul between the two of us. And I want us to get the final third of our soul. Kaia is turned completely away from me, staring at the window outside. Her scent of bitter orange and lavender fills my nose, driving me crazy. It’s only been two days, barely 48 hours since she left the coffee shop in a snit. But it feels like an eternity since I’ve spoken to her or held her in my arms. My first true love. My mate. I need her just as much
When I left Tomas’s place to go back to ours, it was the best decision that I could have made. I needed the fresh air to take away some of Tomas’s scent all around me. Being around both Tomas and Zoe was a lot more intoxicating than I thought that it would have been. If Tomas had smelled my arousal? I wouldn’t have been able to stop what would have happened. I hadn’t realized how much his presence would affect me. How much I would enjoy talking to him and just hanging out. He’s funny, sweet, conscientious, and just plain fun. But right now? Seeing him pressing Zoe to him and kissing her neck. Hearing her sweet moan. I can’t stop myself from slamming the door behind me and walking over to them. “Kaia?” Tomas asks. But that’s all he has time to say before I take his face into my hands and pull him in for a kiss. His scent of all spice surrounds me. His lips are soft and warm. His touch sends fated sparks skittering across my skin and directly to places that he has yet
I’ve been in wolf form solely for almost a week here in the forests of Canada. It’s cold. A lot colder than winter in Texas could ever be. I’m thankful that I’ve been in and out of my wolf form often enough while in the cabin in Maine that my wolf has grown in her winter coat. As night falls and snow starts to fall again, I decide that it would be a good time to head back to my den. I had found a large tree where some of the dirt had eroded around the roots. It wasn’t all the much work to dig further into the roots and make a den for myself. The tree grow partially out of a hill, so I was very well protected from the elements and predators. My fur would keep me plenty warm and I had smoothed the dirt in the den down enough that it was extremely comfortable. Wolves don’t require much, which makes this transition between being human and being a wolf so welcome. I know that a lot of the wolves in my life feel that I am being very melodramatic about everything that has gone do
“So the boys are stuck there? Hermes, too?” Arya says to the projected image of JoJo projected on the screen. Josefina, or JoJo as everyone is calling her, is a she-wolf that I admittedly know very little about. You would think that with all of the mystical mumbo-jumbo that I have in my life from being a half witch, I would know more about the next greatest oracle of our generation. But I’m learning a lot more about myself since I’ve found out about Nyx being my mate. I think that, once I found out about the prophecy of me ending the Riding Hoods for good when I was 10, I’ve pushed away that side of my nature. I’ve only worked with Bella enough that I can get rid of the surplus of my magical energy that builds when I don’t use it often enough. I just had that part of myself. Nyx is helping me to get a new appreciation for that part. So, I kept myself away from most wolves that reminded me of my own mystical abilities, except for Arya and Devin. And the only reason that I r
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