Looks like Kaia, Zoe, and Tomas are making some good progress. But poor JoJo. Do you guys think that she'll be able to get past everything that happened with her mates to finally be happy?
“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.
There’s only so long that I can take scenting Jacob and Alexander and not being around them. They’re scent is like a drug, one that none of the human drugs have been able to give me. A measure of peace and happiness that settles my soul. One that I need badly. So, I ask Devin and Arya to call him. To bring him to me. And Goddess, does his scent calm me even more as he gets closer. I wish that he didn’t do this to me. I wish that it was different. When his eyes meet mine, it is like all of my feelings come to the surface. Everything that I feel for him and because of him. Pain. Humiliation. Longing. Desire. Because despite everything, I still want him. I still need him. I still love him. I never stopped. It takes Devin’s whistle to break us out of our staring contest. And then Jacob sits beside his parents and watches me as the meeting continues. It’s so hard to focus on what’s being said with him right there, just a few strides away from me. I just want to cu
It is the asscrack of dawn and we are up and on a plane across the globe to Ios. Bella, Gregory, Jamal, Nyx, and me. All tucked up in the large cabin of one of our private planes. I met Nyx at her house this morning with coffee in a thermos and the danishes that I noticed she liked from the coffee shop we went to before. I had called the shop yesterday, after the meeting, so that they would be made and ready to go when I dropped by before getting Nyx. Of course, I got enough for Bella, and her mates, but this was for Nyx. This was all for Nyx. Anything that I can do to get that smile on her face. The one that is so delightedly surprised that someone would do something for her. Not to get anything back from her. Just to see her happy. That smile is what keeps me going. It’s so rare. So rare that I can count the times that I’ve seen it on one hand. But I treasure every single one. “Did you get this for me?” she asked, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “For you? Naw.
It’s about mid-morning when I get a mindlink from Tomas. I’m in the middle of some paperwork from my area. We’re trying to get permits to break ground on a new elementary school. Le’s just say that the dry language of government red tape is not my happy place. Because even though this is pack land that we’re developing, we still have to play nice with the human government. Hearing his voice is welcome respite. Hey! Are you two available to talk this afternoon? I have something important to tell you, he links to me and Kaia. I’m free after 1:00 if you two want to do lunch, I respond. Same, Kaia responds, her answer terse and a little breathy. She’s starting to ramp up her training for the competition circuit again and has been at the gym since 6:00 this morning. She’s gotta be exhausted, but I can feel the little jolt of happiness that goes through her at the thought of seeing Tomas. Pizza? she adds through the mindlink. I’ll get from Bobby’s, I link, mouth already wate
I didn’t mean to explode on Kaia like that. She and I seem to rub each other the wrong way a lot of the time. But there’s always an underlying chemistry beneath it. We’d actually been making some headway with our relationship, especially after I devoured her pussy when she sat on my face the other night. And then when she walked in tonight, she basically ran into my arms and we had the hottest make-out session that I’ve had. Well, maybe tied with the one that I had with Zoe in the park. But then she got pissed. And in my head, I was telling myself not to react. I was telling myself that this is probably just Kaia reacting to her heightened emotions. And then she said that sexist shit and I lost my cool. Obviously it was due to my heightened emotions as well, but I should have said it. Especially that last thing I said, because that didn’t only just hurt Kaia, but it hurt Zoe, too. I was literally on my knees in front of her apologizing when all of a sudden, she rips m
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