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Cillian “Let’s clear the path so that we can get the women and children to safety,” I instruct everyone around me, ignoring Andrei’s idea about Kayleigh using her Alpha Luna essence to stop the werewolf chaos. “You saw what she did to Bash. I’ve never seen anyone immobilize Bash. Never. Remember what she did during our sparring? Her essence overpowered us. You, me, and Gio --- our combined auras were no match against hers. She can stop this. Or at least inflict injury to those degenerates.” Andrei continues to put thoughts in my head. “You call that sparring? I took a big chunk off of your torso. That’s not just sparring.” I scoff, reminding him that even if I’m just a regular alpha werewolf, I can hold my own against a hybrid wolf. Also, to diver the conversation away from the Alpha Luna. Of course I thought about it a few minutes ago. But knowing what using her powers does to her body after, I don’t want to risk it. I’m worried it would hurt her or our baby inside her. “Whateve
Cillian “Roland! Roland! Stop you dogs! Aaahhh!!!” Miss Bethany’s shrilling scream reverberates in the shadows of the night. “You were supposed to make sure I was untouchable, you fucking bitch!” Back in his human form, Beta Roland watches as one of his werewolves maul Miss Bethany’s legs, but not completely killing her off so that she could continue to suffer. I leap towards Roland, shifting into my wolf mid-air. I groan when I see several wolves advance my way ready to sacrifice their lives for the wicked beta while he makes a run for it. Feeling the heat on my face, I know that my eyes are flashing red, glimmering in the dark, making the werewolves hesitate to attack. As soon as I sense Gunner’s wolf next to me, we do not waste any second and immediately lunge at the enemies before they could come up with a strategy to overthrow me and my future beta. In my wolf form, I pummel my body to the tallest and heaviest wolf. Not giving him a chance to recover, I sink my sharp fangs
TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains depicting of mild pregnancy bleeding. Please do not continue if this will upset you or trigger trauma. Please seek help and assistance if needed. ___________ ____________ ___________ ______________ ____________ _________________ Cillian Everything happened so fast. One second I was ripping a werewolf’s heart out of his chest, the next, a hundred of rogue wolves descended on us, pushing back the Alpha King’s Special Forces who were essentially serving as the front liners in the battle. They’ve been providing a wall of protection for our pack against the feral wolf army. Reagan, Gisella, the red wolf princess, and four of the wolf-witches formed a semi-circle to hem in the children and protect them from incoming adversaries. Meanwhile the other half of the circle upfront is guarded by Gio and the Special Forces while clearing and leading the way to the exit trail. Kayleigh and Kinsley are inside the ring, directing and guiding
Cillian The rancid smell of blood deepens as lifeless bodies turn frigid on the ground. Echoes of howls and growls breaking through the woods signal more count to the beta’s private army. The sound of fighting werewolves tearing each other apart can be heard across the ranch. It’s only been over an hour but the blood spilled here is the most blood I’ve seen in my lifetime. None of all these matter to me right now. All I care about is getting to my mate and my pup. Kayleigh is bleeding. She’s hurt. They’re hurt. I cannot forgive myself if something happens to either of them. Still gripping both weapons with each hand, Kayleigh inspects the blood dribbling down to her ankles. The sight of blood on her skin weakens my knees, but I will myself not to stop running. Instead, I push myself harder, faster, and steadier. I pummel my body through a mob of beasts trying to stop me from reaching my mate. I keep my eyes on Kayleigh while I chant a prayer for her to be strong and safe. Alarm
Hey, lovelies! I hope you guys are doing well. I would like to apologize for not updating chapters for more than a week now. We're back to school and that means we’re also back doing all their extra-curricular activities (soccer, basketball, voice lessons, anime drawing classes, etc…). I’ve been super busy mommy-ing for the past two weeks, you guys. I’m already wishing it’s school break again hahaha. I want to let you guys know that I have not abandoned the book and will not leave my readers hanging. I just need some time to get my family back in schedule. I pretty much just let winged it during summer break. As you know, the last chapter was very intense. I’m working on the next 2 chapters so that I can drop them at the same day to keep the momentum going. I’m hoping that I’ll be in the right headspace to continue writing very soon. I do want to know if you have any questions so far. Just drop your questions to the comments and I’ll definitely come back to answer them.
Kayleigh The intensity of my heart beat feels like it’s about to hammer out of my chest. I catch a glimpse of Cillian, Andrei, and Gunner wrestling a horde of feral wolves. Gisella and I exchange worried looks while we battle against our own attackers and fight to survive. I keep an eye on our friends and allies, ready to lend a hand to anyone who needs back up. I spring in the air to stab my dagger into a rogue wolf’s heart before slitting the throats of two other werewolves as my feet land on the ground. Attacks are coming left and right and I’m trying very hard to keep up even though all I want to do is curl up in a corner and nestle in Cillian’s arms to seek refuge from my distraught heart. The realization that my baby is at risk is clawing at the edge of my thoughts. Blood rushes over my head and the nerves from my neck all the way to my forehead tighten as I feel another faint trickle of blood down my thighs. A few minutes ago, the healer asked if I was okay. I lied. I w
Kayleigh “What do you want, Roland?” Cillian repeats in a snarl. “Oh, now that I involve the baby you finally ask me what I want. You don’t think I know? You don’t think no one heard you while you were talking about it during your little rendezvous at the bridge? I should have started with the bundle of joy conversation,” Roland smites. Although I don’t see his face behind me, I hear the threatening snigger from his voice as he lightly pokes my belly with my own blade. My heart beat is drumming its battle cry. My mind is running amok. My baby is in even more danger now and I’m not going to stand by. I peer at my lover’s striking but indignant expression as I slowly inhale deeply. Cillian’s head moves slightly to peer at the dagger pointing at my belly before his red Alpha eyes meet mine. It was just a split of a second gaze but one I needed. For some reason, his protective glance provides a sense of security. Letting me know that he shares my anger, fear, and helplessness. “
Kayleigh My voice echoes through the moonlit night like a loud ethereal boom, rendering all wolf bloods unmoving in shock. As for the rogue wolves and beta’s army, they are frozen in their places, held prison by my will, unable to move even if they want to. Just how I intended it to be. Understanding that the imminent emergence of my wolf puts our side at an advantage, Gio and Andrei start directing orders to take the opportunity to subdue our adversaries. Like a slow motion scene in a movie, I fix my eyes to the crimson-blood eyes that are looking straight at me with so much love and admiration. A wave of warmth dawns over me, making my knees weak as I marvel at the sight of my lover… my man…my Alpha. And the love of my life. “Mate!” The word leaves my mouth as soon as I lock stares with Cillian. A word I’ve been wanting to say to broadcast to the world that this man, this alpha, is mine… as I am his. “Mate!” His response beckons my whole attention, my whole body, and my wh
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