Friends is a start.
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
A few seconds after JoJo hangs up, Jamal, Gregory, Edward, and Michael stiffen. I’ve never seen a mindlink look painful, but all of their eyes tear, the veins in their necks bulge. Their entire bodies tensed and I don’t know that they were breathing. It doesn’t last long, maybe just a few seconds, but it is the most excruciating few seconds that I’ve ever witnessed. When it’s done, all four males slump back in their seats, panting heavily. Bella, Nora, and Citra are all over them while Devin and Arya race to their sides to see if they need medical attention. “I’m good,” Jamal says, waving Devin’s hands away. “Not physically hurt. That transfer just hurt like a son of a bitch.” He massages his temples. Jamal tries to resist when Devin puts a hand on his head, but stops when Devin’s hand starts to glow. Must be his powers working. He places his other hand on Gregory’s head and does the same thing while Arya takes care of Michael and Edward. “I don’t know about you guys,
Gael, Hakeem, Fati, and I meet JoJo’s plane when it lands in the private airfield. Arya and Devin had to almost tie Jacob down to keep him from coming as well, but we all agreed that JoJo wasn’t in the headspace to see him quite yet. We had promised the young male that we would talk to her about sitting down with him within the next 24 hours, assuming she was feeling ok. Seeing her get off of the plane, I’m not sure that we’ll be able to keep that promise. JoJo has only been in wolf form continuously for a week, but she’s already basically skin and bones. When we shift into our wolf forms, our metabolism is so much higher than that of our human form. It makes sense. We turn into these huge beasts that are almost always running. We’re spending more energy to either keep ourselves warm in the cold or make ourselves cooler in the heat. Hell, even getting dinner can be a huge expense of energy, depending on how far we had to hunt and what we were planning on taking down. And w
Josefina’s here. She’s here, back in Arcadia. And Ma used her luna command to tell me that I had to stay away from her. I wasn’t allowed to come anywhere near Josefina until I got a mindlink from one of her parents or one of mine. Do you know how hard it is to smell her scent? To know that she’s finally in the same city as I am, within a five minute walk after being out of my reach for months? And to have Alexander stuck in the Goddess’s Realm with some crazy ancient goddess of death? I’m quickly unraveling over here and nothing that I do is calming me down. “You’ve got to get your shit together, bro. You’re going to wear a trail in the sidewalk at this rate,” Caleb tells me. Caleb Thorne, my best friend, aside from the twins, is the son of Michael, an oracle of the pack, and Citra Osborn, the High Priestess of the Mother coven here in Texas. Both of them helped bring Nathan away from his crazy bio-dad at the beginning of the Civil War. Caleb is their oldest child.