Let's hope Richie gets to Emlyn before she breaks her bond.
When I left my office, I knew where I needed to go. I needed to see the only person I knew who could help me. When I got there, I raised my hand to knock, but before I could, my mother opened the door. “Richard! Come in.” She says, stepping back and letting me in. I can hear the playlist that my father made for my mother before I was born playing in the background. She loves it and I’ve heard it thousands of times growing up. My father has added to it over the years, but my mother refuses to have another one. She loves this one. “How are you, son?” I grit my teeth, holding back tears. I finally feel like I’m getting some control over what’s been going on, but my biggest concern now is Emlyn and our son and I feel like that is still completely out of my control. “Ahhh, Rich.” She says, and she puts her hands on either side of my face. I don’t know what it is about my mother’s hands. They are cool, gentle and emit so much love all with one touch. I close my eyes, letting her mot
The Angel’s Trumpet didn’t work. Well, at least not like it was supposed to. Araphyra’s glass walls have a beautiful kaleidoscope of colors swirling around them. But with the Angel’s Trumpet and my “trip” as Aolis called it, the colors were much bolder, and it was like I was looking into a forest in the walls with birds flying around and deer leaping around in the fake forest. While I had one heck of a couple of hours, my Guardian bond was still in effect. Over the next week, we found a couple other references for ways to break the Guardian bond, but I was beginning to think that maybe those ways worked for forced bonds, but not fated bonds. The Moon Goddess was never meant to be overridden in her decisions. I spoke to Cohen, and he is thrilled to have me as his acting Luna. I told him that I was very close to delivering Leander, and I was going to see if Ailduin and Anastasia would be willing to have me stay and deliver my son here, coming to join his pack afterward. They had been t
When I returned home from speaking to my father, I went straight to Leana. “What did they say?” “They will only move it up a week, Rich.” I nod. “Okay, that will have to do. Hopefully, Xander’s witch will get an anti-spell by then.” I use the next few days getting Xander and Jackson prepared to cover for me while I’m gone. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, but I’m planning to be away for a while. Emlyn has been in Araphyra for months and she’s due to have our son any time. I don’t know when she’ll be ready to come home, but I am prepared to stay as long as needed. A couple of days after meeting with my father, I get an audio/video clip from Emlyn. My throat constricts as I listen to the sound of my son’s strong heartbeat, watching him moving and kicking in Emlyn’s womb. I’ve missed so much, too much. I pray that Emlyn will want to kill that Beta bitch. I swore to myself that I would not make any more significant decisions without my mate and this one is huge. But I want her dead
Aolis blinks when he sees me. “Richard?” “I have to see her Aolis. I have to be here for his birth. Please. I know she’s close. Please don’t keep me from her.” He nods to his men, and they let me go. “I will leave it up to her. If she asks me to remove you, I will do so using whatever force is necessary. Are we clear, Alpha?” “Yes. I just….” “This way.” He interrupts me and gestures down the hall. I’m rushing to the door where I can smell her, my son, Cayd and Lily. I burst through the door, seeing my brother and Lily standing as guard in front of my mate. My mate who is holding our son in her arms. “Richie.” Goddess, it feels so good to hear that name from her mouth. Aolis steps in behind me and I prepare myself to be turned away. “Emlyn, I wanted to be here for his birth. I’m sorry I didn’t make it in time. But I am only allowed to stay if you permit it. Will you allow me to meet my son?” My heart is in my eyes as I wait for her verdict and if I’ll be allowed to meet my son
I don’t know how long I sleep, but when I wake, Richie is sitting beside my bed, rocking our son. Leander’s eyes are open, and he looks like he’s searching for food. “Hey Little Leander. I’m your father. Your mom is still sleeping. How about we give her a little more time before you ask her to feed you again?” He whispers quietly. “She’s been working real hard to make sure you are big and strong and she did a great job, bud. Look at how big you are.” Leander makes a noise that sounds something like half cry, half wail. “Shh, shh, shh.” Richie says, bouncing him slightly. ‘He’s good with our son.’ Morrigan says. ‘I never questioned that he’d be a good father. He’s just not our mate.’ ‘He didn’t accept the rejection, so he is our mate. He just hurt us.’ I sit up, feeling a bit better physically. Richie turns, looking at me. “Hey, sorry, I was hoping he’d let you sleep a bit longer.” I smile, reaching out for my son. “Trust me, he hasn’t let me sleep in nearly a month.” He hands L
‘Why did you have to scare our son?’ Finley snarls at me as I pace in the bedroom that I’ve been given during my stay. I don’t know where Emlyn is staying, but it’s not here. I can’t smell her anywhere nearby. ‘I didn’t mean to. I just didn’t like the idea of anyone else being in our mate’s bedroom.’ ‘Yeah, well, our mate isn’t exactly going to let us in her bedroom. I’d rather have Cayd there then no one. At least then we know they are protected and safe.’ I stop pacing, thinking about what Finley just said. Maybe we can’t get into her bedroom, but we can still guard our mate and son. I open our door slightly before stripping and shifting. Finley walks out the door, before grabbing the doorknob in his mouth and pulling the door closed behind us. He lifts his nose up in the air and catches her scent. We travel through the halls of Araphyra, ignoring the looks we’re getting from the elves that live here. When I find her room, I sniff. Cayd is gone. Finley lays down on the floor in
I was surprised that Richie didn’t fight me about staying in wolf form or sleeping on the floor. Maybe that’s why I decided to let him shift, or maybe it’s because it felt right having him there. After letting him shift back, it took me a long time to fall asleep. As exhausted as I am, having him here is surreal. I can’t help but think that things could have been so different, if only…..if only. But, they aren’t different adn this is where we are. When morning finally dawns, I hear Leander shifting around in his crib, hungry again. While I love these times with him, I know that it won’t take long before I’m exhausted and unable to keep up. My baby boy is big, and it will take a lot of milk to keep his belly full. I roll over and see that Richie has fallen asleep in the rocker. His head is at an unnatural angle, and I know he’ll have a crick in his neck when he wakes up. I pick up Leander, smiling down at my sweet boy. I am so totally in love with my son, his sweet sounds, his coos,
She wants me to reject her. She wants to leave me. I can’t breathe. I can’t….I can’t get air into my lungs. As I drop to my knees, willing to do whatever it takes to get my mate back, I see her look of absolute shock. “Richie, what are you doing?” She whispers. From the corner of my eye, I see Cayd and Lily’s look of shock. I’m not sure how to read Aolis’s expression, resolve maybe? I focus on my mate. “My father told me that if I loved you, if I really loved you, then I should humble myself in front of you. Only you, Emlyn. You are the only person in my life that I would get on my knees for. You are the only person I am willing to give up everything in my life, to have. You and our son. And I did. I walked away from my title. I walked away from the pack, because nothing in my life makes sense without you, Emlyn. The lyrics of that song you sent me? They were like the story of my life. The woman does make the man, Emlyn. I was stronger, better when I had you by my side. Without yo
Hello everyone, Thank you for being on this journey with me. Emlyn and Richie's story wrote itself in my head and while it wasn't meant to be the first of the next generation books, it pushed it's way forward. I know this book went through some emotional roller coasters, so thank you for sticking with it. Because it was the first in the series, I gave glimpses and hints of the other stories that I'm planning to write. Lily and Aolis's story is next up. I'm going to take a break for the rest of the year, but early January, be on the look out for Enchanting the Prince. I know some of you mentioned wanting to see more of Lily's strength when Emlyn was in Araphrya, but my focus wasn't on Lily. You'll see plenty of her strength in her book and since we'll be in Araphrya, we'll get to see all sorts of fun, magical creatures. In addition to Lily and Aolis, I have a plan to write Xander and Maeve's story, Leana's story, and Cayd's story. I'm debating on Malin, Quinn and Riley. I may do a gr
“Momma, why are we going into the city?” My son asks me. “We’re going to see Uncle Xander, Aunt Maeve, Uncle Cayd and Aunt Madelyn. The humans decorate the city this time of year with pretty lights, and they have a park where you can play in the snow, they have hot chocolate and they give away candy canes.” I tell Leander. “But you can’t say anything about being an Alpha or a werewolf son. This is a human city, they don’t know about us and we want to keep it that way.” Richie adds. “Why Daddy?” Briella asks him. I look at him. It’s a lot to explain to a two-year-old. “Well, pumpkin, humans can’t do a lot of the things that werewolves can and they get jealous.” “Like what?” Leander asks. “They don’t have wolf spirits and because they don’t, they can’t shift, which means they can’t hear or smell or see like we do.” “That’s terrible. What a boring life.” Leander says. “We think so.” Richie tells them, laughing. “Oh, and they’re not as strong as us, so be careful if you end of pla
Two years later “Daddddeeeeeeee.” I watch as my daughter races past me arms extended to her father, her sandy blond curls bouncing around her face as she runs. From the moment she was born, she was a daddy’s girl. Richie reaches down and scoops her up. “What is it, pumpkin?” “Lender won’t pway with me.” She hasn’t quite gotten Leander’s name down as she tells her father why she's upset. I turn and watch my three-year-old son walk into the room. He may look like me, but his swagger is all his father’s. I’ve seen him watching Richie and mimicking his walk and he has it down. His arms are swinging out to his side and away from his body, like Richie’s. Unlike his father, Leander doesn’t have the muscle tone to cause his arms to push out the way Richie’s do, so instead it looks like a cute attempt to look like a grownup. “Dad, I can’t play with her, I’m busy doing Alpha stuff.” Alpha stuff? I roll my eyes. My son is three, the only ‘Alpha stuff’ he has to do is stay healthy and grow b
Several months later Life is perfect. My mate is pregnant with our daughter, our son is happy, healthy and very active, and our pack is thriving. While my father is still assisting Xander with the business, he seems to be taking it in stride, along with on-line classes, having a mate and a pre-made made family all at once. While that nasty witch Levana hasn’t bothered the pack again, that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been causing Maeve, and therefore, Xander lots of problems. He knows that if he needs anything, the pack will be there. Leana has taken her place at the council. I think she’s finally accepted her mate. She had to have a long discussion with our mother about it, but not unexpectedly, our mother was understanding and supportive. While we were fighting our battle with the packs, she was busy fighting a war with the vampires. I didn’t realize how far reaching the discontent with the Guardians had become, but in hindsight, it makes sense. All supernatural beings who break our l
I feel so much better. In that moment the she-wolf said ‘mate’, I was terrified. But after Richie spent time calming me, letting me open my presents from him, confirming that we’re mates, I feel better. I feel like I’m ready to celebrate! Richie doesn’t leave my side. We walk around, talking to our family and pack members. Everyone notices the necklace and the watch, and he smiles at me as I tell them all that one was my gift from last year and one was my gift for this year. As we all move into the dining room for the dinner feast that has been prepared for me, Richie walks me to our seats, but rather than sit, he waits for everyone else to take their places. “Family, friends, pack members. Today we celebrate one of the most amazing women I’ve ever had the privilege of meeting. And that’s saying something since we all know our packs are full of Guardians.” Everyone laughs at that. “We’ve all had a rough year, none worse than Emlyn.” He pulls me too him, wrapping his arm around me a
I know Emlyn is nervous about her birthday. I can feel her nearly constant anxiety through our bond. I love always knowing what Emlyn is feeling or if something is wrong. So, I knew this birthday was causing her stress. I also know, she has nothing to worry about. There is no way that history will repeat itself. It can’t. We’re marked and mated. I want her to realize the past is in the past. And unlike last year, I want to finally give her the watch I had made special for her. It’s been in my drawer for a year. And this year, I had a necklace made for her too. I didn’t want a birthday to go by without getting her a special gift. I don’t ever want to miss celebrating these special moments. However, I nearly cancel when she starts getting sick. I was terrified that I had underestimated her level of stress, even with our bond. Once I realize she’s pregnant and the similarities from last year are making her stress even worse, I make a point to push a calming aura to her even more freque
If I’d thought that Richie and I needed time to reconnect, our time on the island was exactly what we needed. We made love, swam, made love, ate, made love, slept. Finley chased Morrigan, Finley caught Morrigan, Morrigan chased Finley and they each marked the other in wolf form, solidifying our overall bond. The weekend was amazing, and I didn’t want it to end, but we both had to get back to the real world. We still have a pack to run. When we get back, Richie schedules an official Luna ceremony, having me take my oath again in front of the pack and having them swear their loyalty to me. It’s not necessary, the pack has already recognized me as his mate and their Luna, but he insisted that we make it official in front of the entire pack. Afterward, we begin to fall into the same pattern we used to have. Richie and I always made a great team. The pack is again running smoothly and before I know it, I’m planning a party for Cayd’s going away. He will be starting college and like Xande
This week has been exhausting. If I thought the funerals for our pack members and those of Safe Haven were difficult, listening to the stories of a great Alpha and Luna was gut wrenching. Listening to everything Alpha Anders did, most of which was before I was born renews my passion and desire to be the best Alpha I can be. I know I can be that man with Emlyn by my side. But in order to do that, my mate needs to wear my mark. As soon as we’re home, I speak to my mother about going away with Emlyn. She is thrilled to be able to watch Leander, grumbling about having to fight Aunt Grace for time with her own grandson. I meet with Jackson, my Beta to ensure he’s prepared to run the pack in my absence. “It looks like Xander is going to remain in the pack, or in the city and continue to take online classes, so if you need anything…” “I have your dad, and both your brothers. Don’t worry, Alpha, I’ve got it covered. After the decimation of one pack, the dismemberment and absorption of anoth
It was nice to be back in Safe Haven, even if it was for a terrible reason. I hadn’t seen everyone since I went to Araphyra. While Richie spent time with Quinn, I spent time with Riley. It’s strange now that both of us are adults and mated. Clint obviously adores my sister and he’ll be a good mate. Her flamboyance seems to have become a bit muted. That could just be the funerals, but it feels more permanent. It feels as if Clint calms my sister. She and Quinn were already best friends, just like I was with Cayd, Cohen and Clint. So, it will be seamless for them to begin working together now as a team for the pack. I spend a few minutes with Clint, catching up and threatening him that he better be a good mate to Riley. “You know I will be, Em. I’ve always wanted to find my mate. And now I have and she’s my best friend’s sister. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.” It’s been a very sad couple of days and as Richie and I pack Leander into our car, I know today will be even worse. Alpha Anders