So many wolves wanting to find their mates...when will Kennedy and Amelia find out that they are mated to Ryder? Who is/are Blake's mate(s)?
“Are you sure that you’re ok?” Ollie asks me. “I can stick around until it’s time for you to go, you know.” I look over at my best friend and give them the best smile that I’m able to summon up. “I’ll be fine, Ollie. I have to finish proof-reading and turn in this paper before I leave. I’ll grab an Uber to the train station. It’ll be fine.” “Yeah, I know that you’ll physically be fine. But I don’t like that you’re going to be here by yourself. With everyone going back to their home, you’ll have no emotional support in case something happens,” they say. That makes my smile almost break. “Nothing’s going to happen, Ollie. He hasn’t contacted me in nearly a month.” Three weeks, two days, 10 hours, and 23 minutes to be exact. But who’s counting? Definitely not me. “You know that he’s been around. We’ve all smelled him and Javi has seen him outside twice. He’s just being stupid. And it would be just like a stupid boy to try and corner you while we aren’t here.” Ollie co
It’s Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday of the year. I can’t believe that it’s something that wasn’t a part of the werewolf holiday pack until after my parents were mated and witches came to join us. We had only stuck to the holidays marked by Selene, with some passing nods to the holidays that humans celebrate. But with the inclusion of the covens into our pack has brought a wide variety of times of celebration. Christmas, Beltane, Samhair, Fourth of July. Holidays every month, sometimes multiple times each month. Feasting, presents, singing, fun, and family. It really is a good time for all involved. But, like I said, Thanksgiving is my favorite. The entire pack gets together, bringing together a potluck of foods. We eat until our hearts’ content and then the afternoon is full of games. Cornhole. Ladder golf. Tackle football. Poker. Throughout the day we wander from eating and gaming and fellowship. Other than eating a shit ton of food, there’s nothing that has to b
“This is so amazing! I can’t believe that you feast like this, without having sacrifices or anyone to worship!” I tell Alexander as I scoop another helping of stuffing onto my plate. “No wars or coups or anything. Just stuffing your face and hanging out all day. It’s the best!” Alexander tilts his head back and laughs and I have to stop to watch him. Even with several years together under our belt, my mates are still mesmerizing to me. The way that the fall light plays in Alexander’s red hair, warming the perpetual tan that his skin holds, and highlights on his cheeks holds my gaze and I can’t look away until the tinkling sound of his laughter fades and he looks back at me with a huge grin on his face. “Gods, you are adorable,” he says and leans in to kiss me. The second that his lips touch mine, a different kind of hunger stirs inside of me. The hunger that is always there for him and my other two mates. I love them so much. And this calm happiness t
“Are you sure that you don’t want to come?” I ask Ciara. I’m standing with her outside of the room that she is sharing with her mom, Violet. Violet’s been getting physical therapy here at the Center from repeated breaks in her legs that weren’t allowed to heal correctly because she wasn’t allowed to shift into her wolf form. Violet’s sleeping, hence the reason Ciara and I are outside of their room.It has been a few months since I got her Mom and all the other she-wolves and pups out of that hellhole, along with Finnegan’s and Ethan’s help. They are all recuperating well, but the she-wolves had been in silver longer than Ciara had and, along with the malnutrition, dehydration, physical and sexual abuse has made it difficult for them to make progress. Fortunately they seem to be putting on weight, the silver poisoning has cleared up, and many of the women are in therapy with our counselors. At least, all of those that are in the shape to talk with us are in therapy. Th
“I need to hold my nephew!” Grey squeals holding out “gimmie hands” to me as I pull my son out of his stroller. Wilder had been asleep when we got here and we were NOT going to wake him up. He’s had an ear infection and his werewolf healing hasn’t kicked in yet. Won’t until he’s a year old. So, there has been very little sleep in our house of late. If he is going to sleep then we’re going to fucking let him sleep.Now that he’s waking up, I know that he’s gonna be hungry. Luckily, I have a bottle of pumped breast milk from Freya with me. She’s at home, getting a bit of shut eye. She came early, got a plate, and then went back home before some of the games start later. I’ll take a nap when she gets back. She’s the new Head Priestess and needs to be there to judge some of the games. I don’t.I smile at my sister. “Let me change him first. Unless that’s something that you want to do?” The panicked look in her eyes is enough to give me an answer and make me laugh. If my par
I have no idea how long Caleb and I stand there, me crying on his shoulder. It is a mess and I really hate myself for it. Not just because I’m crying over my mate to another male, but because that male was the guy I was with for three years. The guy that asked me to be his chosen mate. Seems a bit hypocritical. The second that thought enters my head, I pull away. “I’m so sorry, Caleb. This isn’t your problem. We didn’t end on the best of terms and I know that you can’t want to hear about me finding my mate – “ I’m babbling. I know that I am, but I can’t seem to stop. I turn away from Caleb, wiping the tears from my face. Caleb grabs my arm and turns me back around. Cupping my face in his hands, he leans in and says, “We are friends, Fati. Best friends. You can tell me anything. And, yeah our last talk sucked, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t talk about this.” Tears start to flow even harder when he says that. “Caleb.” H
When Caleb left to go see an old friend, I wasn’t super worried about it. I mean, he’s lived here all his life, of course he’s going to have old friends that he wants to see. It wasn’t until I saw the absolutely gorgeous she-wolf that he hugged tight to his body that annoyance started to flow through me. And then they walked off to talk for FORTY-FIVE MINUTES and came back holding hands. The fact that their scents are mingled as he comes back to the table is more than I can take and a low growl rumbles up from my chest and out of my throat as my wolf comes to the forefront. Did he fuck her? Is she his girlfriend? He had told me that he wasn’t seeing anyone, but the fact that they were gone for so long and smell like each other right now is not doing much to help me believe that. Alright, I know that I don’t realistically have any claim on Caleb. But I dare you to not have a crush on the male that not only saved you when yo
The shock on her face is all consuming. I can tell that she’s having trouble processing my words. Like she can hear and understand the words that I said, but her mind isn’t connecting them to their meanings. Her legs slip down from around my waist, but I keep holding her to me to make sure that she doesn’t fall. She leans her head back into the wall of the building that I had back her into but fists her hands in my shirt and pulls me towards her. It’s like she needs to pull away, but can’t stand to be away from me. I understand the feeling. The matebond is potent. Much more than I ever thought it would be. And we haven’t even felt the full effects of it yet. “What do you mean?” she asks. “We’re mates, my love,” I tell her, one hand coming up to brush some loose hair off of her head. “How…how can you know that?” she asks, her voice a whisper that I can barely hear over the rustle of the wind in the trees. “Be