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Kayleigh “Gosh! Kinsley, you scared me!” Of course. The last person I want to see is the person the Moon Goddess sends here. “I didn’t peg you for a scaredy-cat.” She comes closer and I get a better view of her. Tall, lean, and pretty. Correction, deadly gorgeous. Even in the dark. Jealousy—another new feeling I’m just now getting acquainted with. No one had made me feel less attractive and inadequate until I met Kinsley. “I’m not a scaredy-cat. I just thought only Cillian and I were the only people awake at this time.” “Listen. It’s better if you know now. Wherever Cillian is, expect me to be somewhere nearby.” It’s not hard to notice the aloofness in her voice. “What’s the deal between you two, anyway? Are you together?” If Cillian won’t tell me, maybe she will. “What did he tell you?” Her words are laced with disdain. “He won’t answer the question.” I brace myself for her response. “Well, what do you think?” “What I think is not what matters. I want to know what you two ha
Kayleigh Cillian and I hold hands as we stroll back to my room. In silence. There are so many things going on in my mind that I don’t even notice when he opens the door to my bedroom. He quickly pulls me inside and carries me from under my arms, like a little girl, and sits me on the unoccupied computer desk. Even at this height he still towers over me, by a lot. It doesn’t look like he wants to say anything. He parks his big hands on my lower back. Then he tips my chin up and just gazes into my eyes. “What do you think of my wolf?” “I think he’s majestic. Very good-looking.” “Just like me?” His dimples come out even with the slightest smile. “You? You’re too chaotic for my liking.” I bite my lower lip to refrain from smiling. He closes his eyes, and I know that his lips are about to come down and devour mine. So I put my hands on his chest to stop him. “Cillian, until you tell me the real deal with you and Kinsley, there is no more of this making out, stealing kisses, and midn
Cillian In Alpha 101, it’s drilled in our heads that the price of being a great Alpha is duty. Duty to his Luna and to his pack. The responsibility of leading the pack has been planted in my head since I was a child. It is a seed that grows in my heart, mind, and soul. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t bettering or preparing myself to be the Alpha of Blue Blood. It is my whole being. It’s all I’ve ever known. Pack duty above all else—that has been my mantra for as long as I can remember. So even now, when I should be courting my mate, winning her over, making her like me and wooing her to fall for me, I’m here at the Friday night bonfire for the end-of-the-week pack run instead. Such is the life of an Alpha heir. It wouldn’t be so bad if Kayleigh was here, at least I’d have a pretty face to look at. But she wasn’t in her room when I went to check on her at noon. I was going to take her out to lunch. Apparently, someone already did. I’m sure it
Chapter 14: Devil’s Elbow Cillian During daytime, the dramatic fall foliage surrounding this area makes this town look so majestic. There’s a big river nearby that is frequented by tourists and locals alike for water sports. I actually have fond memories of rafting down the river’s stretch. The wolf summit used to include an activity around this part of the Ozarks. But since the Alpha of one of the packs, Sebastian “Bash” Wolfgang of the Blutschild Pack, started butting heads with my dad, this territory became a prohibited zone. Unless it’s for official business. It’s a quarter past midnight. The roads are dark and narrow. This small town is as shady as its name. I hate coming to this place. But if Kayleigh happens to be here, I’m not leaving this hell hole without her. Even if it means entering the demon’s den. Even without seeing them, I can smell the rogue wolves nearby. I’m praying to the gods that by the time they realize Gunner and I have entered their land, we’ll be on our w
Chapter 15: My Beautiful Mess Cillian “What am I doing here? The question is, what are you doing here?” I roar in response to her question. My growl must have been so loud that it sends the nighthawks and owls scattering in the dark sky, fleeing the trees that shelter them at night. Not taking my eyes away from my beautiful mess, I set my steps to approach her. The mixture of urgency and earnestness to rip Kayleigh away from Andrei is strong. Wary of how my actions could hurt Kayleigh, I force myself to calm down. “Kayleigh, what is this about?” I make a show of looking repelled by what they were doing, hoping to hide the jealousy that’s steeping inside me. “This is none of your business, Cillian. Please leave us alone. I need to do this ritual.” She pulls her hand away from Andrei’s when she sees my gaze move from her face to their hands fastened to each other’s. As crazy as that sounds, that small gesture gives me a little hope. Hope that she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings be
Chapter 16: Double Trouble Kayleigh “All right, ladies! Listen up! My name is Vilma Wolfgang Medici. I am from the Blutschild Pack Germany, and a member of the Wolf Blood Council. On top of that, I also run the Council’s elite warriors, the Guardians. I’m honored to be this week’s trainer. We only have four days together, so we will soak up as much learning and training as we can. Welcome to the Week of the She-wolves.” The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I gape to my side and land my eyes on the owner of the voice with the German accent. Standing on the raised wooden platform is a woman, looking like a goddess. Tall, lean, platinum blonde, and gorgeous as ever. Bloody hell! If it isn’t my godmother herself! Vilma gives me a wink as she catches me staring and smiling at her. Vilma is one of my parents’ best friends. They’ve known each other since their childhood years. There were even stories saying that my dad and Vilma dated before Dad met his fated mate, my Mom. Nevertheles
Kayleigh Vilma and the twins are leading this week’s training. Vilma is one of the best warriors among the Wolf Blood circle. Just to be around her is already a privilege. Growing up, I was fortunate to have the Medici family as a permanent presence in my life. The first two days, we trained with Vilma and several of her assistants on combat skills and martial arts. Yesterday, we started the she-wolves pack-run led by Gisella. It’s an overnight trek along the Ozark Mountains. The same trail the guys took during the Alpha run. We travelled by foot during the day and, while they shifted into their wolves last night, I ran. This didn’t deter me at all. I’m a fast runner, even surpassing some of the wolves last night. What I couldn’t do as a wolf, I made sure—Gio and Gisella made sure—that I made up for it with my human skills. Last year, when my parents and Vilma realized that my wolf wasn’t emerging anytime soon, they prepared me in oth
Chapter 18: The Wolf-less She-wolf Kayleigh “Yes, Kayleigh. You,” Gisella confirms without breaking eye contact with Kinsley. “I’m sorry, but didn’t you just say, according to Wolf-match 101, fighters must be at the same skill level? Kayleigh doesn’t even have a wolf. We don’t even know if she’s ever going to have a wolf. How is that even fair—to her, I mean? She’s at a disadvantage. Is she even qualified to be in a wolf-match? She’s wolf-less.” One hand on her hip and the other motioning in the air, she tries to convince Vilma and the pack that I am at a significantly lower skill level than her. The crowd stirs. Some nod to each other, agreeing with Kinsley, while others throw me gazes that express that they want to see what I can do and prove that I deserve to be here. “Wolf-match 101’s number one rule is that both opponents must be of wolf-blood descent. I’m sorry, am I missing something? Last I checked, Kayleigh is from a family
Cillian Fucking Roland escaped. Or—I should say, thanks Goddess, he finally escaped. Gunner and I knew that there are still a few pack members who are loyal to Roland. The only way to identify them is to give them the notion that our security team is weak in hopes that they’d make their move to break him out of his cell. Our plan worked. They might have thought that we didn’t see this coming. But we not only saw it, we anticipated and hoped it would happen. A dozen of my best patrol wolves are tracking the former beta now. Following his every movement. They are instructed to remain undercover until Roland leads them to the one person who also needs to take responsibility of the wolf-war: my Dad. It’s only going to be a matter of time. It’s hard to believe that the man whose life is hanging on a thin line was once a parental figure to all the Wolf Bloods in our pack. Gunner, Kinsley, Reagan, and I
Cillian Kayleigh stares at Diesel and runs her hand over his arm to inspect the bruises marring his skin. She cradles his hand facing up, her thumbnail pressing in the middle of his wrist pulse point. In a swift move, she brings her clenched hand to her mouth before letting her fangs pierce into her skin without showing the little ones that she can partially transform. At the same time, her thumbnail extends into a claw, cutting a shallow wound on Diesel’s wrist. Again, without showing the kids. In the eyes of the Red Wolf pups, Kayleigh just bit herself with her human canines. Except for Uncle James who hasn’t been updated about our recent capabilities, the adults in the room know that Kayleigh and I can now partially transform and control which body part to shift. Just like the Hybrids and Demon Wolves. Kayleigh immediately puts her wrist over Diesel’s, letting her blood drip over his punctured skin. Everyone watches in awe, mouth gaping, eyes gawking, and
Cillian Ten weeks. The doctor said that we have ten weeks to prepare for the baby’s arrival. Kayleigh, Gisella, and Reagan finally agree to be cordial to each other for our wolf-pup’s sake. Kayleigh has been low-key acting as the buffer between the two she-wolves who are obviously faking their truce. All three ladies seem to think that we have enough time to get everything ready. They are hyper-focused on baby clothes and baby stuff. The three princesses think that those are the only things we need to prepare for the pup’s arrival. Ten freaking weeks. I will not admit that I’m panicking, but the truth is, I am freaking out internally. There’s so much to do and so little time to do it. Visit my mom so Kayleigh can meet her. Have an official get-together with Kayleigh’s parents. Settle things with my pack. Talk to Kayleigh about both of our packs’ situations. I’m all about going back to Ireland with her to help her pack. But not now. Not while my pack is stil
TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter includes content that might upset some readers, including reference to miscarriage scare. Please seek assistance if needed. Kayleigh “Gentlemen, may I suggest that you take your ladies outside the room until they calm down. Let’s give Alpha Cillian and Luna Kayleigh some quiet time so that they can enjoy meeting their baby Alpha heir for the first time,” the doctor suggests. “I think that’s a good idea. Let us know when we can come back inside. I know that my wife and my sister can’t bear being around each other but they truly care about the wolf-pup. We all do.” Gio tells the doctor as he and Gunner carry their women outside the room. “All right. I’ll call for you when they are ready to behave.” The doctor dips her head to nod as she gives Gio a warm smile. “Thanks, doc. I apologize for my sister. You know how she is.” Cillian explains, embarrassed by his sister’s actions. “No worries. They were fine.
Kayleigh We all left the boardroom as soon as Zerdan departed. Gio went looking for his stubborn wife while the rest of us headed to the infirmary. Our best friends, Gunner and Gisella, stay with us while Cillian and I wait for the doctor’s arrival. I’m sitting on Cillian’s lap facing Gisella who is also parked on Gunner’s lap, just a few feet from us. As Gisella and I talk animatedly, giggling and laughing, the men stare at each other while they communicate through mind-link. I glance behind me to look at Cillian and smile when I see him nod at whatever his Beta is mind-linking him. I throw a glimpse at Gunner while listening to Gisella and saw him motion his hand as if he’s trying to prove a point in his mind-link conversation. I’m pretty sure that we look hilarious right now but I will not have it any other way. It didn’t take long and the doctor arrives with her staff. The vanilla scent she brings in with her inside the room immediately calms me. Her warm smile inst
Kayleigh Last night was phenomenal. I’m still in a state of bewilderment that the Moon Goddess chose Cillian and me to wield such extraordinary powers. We thought we were going to have an easy and a lazy morning. But we have too many questions about our hybrid-looking transformation. So, to rest our minds and find some answers, Cillian immediately summoned the one person we think who’ll have answers or at least know where or how to find information about our newfound powers, Zerdan. I called Aunt Bree but didn’t get much from her as she and John never experienced what Cillian and I had. However, she did mention that our ancestors, the Blessed Wolf and her mate, had the same abilities—they were able to shift into hybrid-looking werewolf and can also be in their normal wolf form. I called Gio and asked him to meet up here at the manor before my OB-GYN check-up, not realizing that it meant he’d have to cut short his and Reagan’s trip to make it back
Cillian To claim my mate. To make her mine. To mate, to mark, and mate again. To rut and knot. These are the primal needs of a werewolf. Setting aside the new reality and responsibility that the Moon Goddess just dropped on us, Kayleigh and I shift into our human form. We continue to kiss and touch and drown in our passions as if the last several minutes didn’t just change the course of our lives. “What’s on your mind, Kill?” she asks. “Nothing serious,” I say to down-play the weight of our awaiting duties to the Wolf Blood circle. “Is it bothering you? Do you think it’s bad?” The fact that she’s asking me these questions tells me that she already knows what thoughts and questions are running in my head. “Let’s talk about it later… I have some more important things to attend to,” I say as I catch her slightly parted lips with mine and run my hands on her back, squeezing her round and firm behind. For the l
Cillian Holding her body tightly against mine, I get up off the bed and carry her towards the window and sit her down on the wooden window sill. I unlatch the window lock and push the glass pane outwards to allow the cold fresh air in. The night breeze coming from the outside hits her back and makes her gasp. As werewolves, we’re more receptive of how different sensory stimuli can enhance pleasure. Like how hot and cold together can heighten sexual experience. The cold wind kisses her back while her front takes the hot friction from our bodies rubbing against each other. The contrasting temperatures mixed with the sensual strumming of our sexes release a different level of sensory pleasure. It’s magical. “Now it’s my turn to fuck your pussy. Brace yourself, because I’m not holding back. I’ve waited too long for this.” I band an arm around her waist to hold her down as I thrust my cock in and out of her with a desire that can probably move mountains. She holds onto my shoulders whi
CillianMy lips move to nibble on her inner thighs while my fingers gently push her silk panties to the side, revealing her bare pussy, already glistening with wetness. My fingers sink inside her, playing with her outer lips as I move to the apex of her opening and press on the little crux of pleasure. “Cillian…” Her raspy voice causes my skin to prickle. My cock pulsates hearing my name called in her breathy tone. I don’t wait any longer. I pull her panties to the side hastily and dive my mouth on her slick pussy. My tongue swirls around her clit for a few minutes before spearing in and out of her sweet hole. My mouth moves all over her plump pussy, kissing and making out with it like I do to her upper lips. Slurping and smacking sounds fill the room as I indulge in her delectable honey pot. I moan while sucking and blowing on her aroused clit, knowing that the mild vibration from my mouth will fully awaken her in the most delicious way.Kayleigh shifts to giv