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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 Engulfed with emotions brought by witnessing the beginning of Kayleigh shifting into her wolf, watching her unleash her Alpha Luna essence on our adversaries, and experiencing the sensations brought by tethering our past, present, and future as fated mates, I stare into Kayleigh’s once ocean blues now turned crimson reds. The blazing eyes of an Alpha Luna. The windows to my fated mate’s soul. Two orbs that can captivate and disable me just with a single stare. “My mate, my Alpha!” Hearing her stake her claim on me awakens every carnal nerve in my body. “My mate, my Luna!” I proclaim, hoping she hears the eagerness in my voice to take her home, finish this mating bond, and give her the mating mark. I’ve known that this moment will be emotional for her, but I wasn’t expecting to feel these overwhelming sensations myself. The exact emotions are hard to describe, but they’re akin to falling in love, to coming home after being lost for so long, or to holding someone
More cough. More blood. It could only mean that the internal bleeding is getting worse. I was hoping that the barrier would be fully lifted by now so I can get this weapon out of my body and heal. “No, no, no! You’re hurt.” Kayleigh runs to me before I can make it to where she was standing. “Baby, I’m okay. Calm down. How are you feeling?” I open my arms but she doesn’t come near, probably worried that she’d push the silver knife deeper. “That is my dagger… it’s laced with poison…” she points out. Kayleigh cups her mouth and stands frozen, holding her sobs in. I knew that. The mountain ash and wolfsbane mixture was meant to kill werewolves that attack her. My heart twists in ache. Watching her cry burns my chest with a need to wipe her tears away. I move my hand to grip the back of her neck and pull her close to me. “My love, don’t cry. Is our baby okay?” With my hand splayed across her jaw, I use my thumb to dab the tears falling down her cheek. “I think so. Cillian
Kayleigh No. No. No. “Cillian… Kill… D-don’t leave m-me…” I whisper in between my sobs while I cradle his head as it rests on my lap. I drop feather kisses on his face the way he used to when he’s trying to woo me. My lips feel warmth starting to dissipate from his skin while I leave a trail of kisses, stamping his face with mixed tears, blood, snot, and even saliva. It doesn’t matter because I know that Cillian wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s hard to breathe and speak in between my cries. I don’t even know what to say, anyway. There’s so much stuff going on in my head and I’m having a hard time sorting out what I want to say and do. My wolf is here, I just need to let it surface so I can maybe, maybe, heal Cillian. But how? How do I call my wolf to come forward? “S-s-somebody help him! H-help us!” My shoulders sag from feeling hopeless and desperate. Cillian’s wound --- I know it’s lethal, but he’s an Alpha. Even without his full aura, his body will process
Andrei What a fucking mess. I’m still trying to recover from the debacle that unfolded. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Cillian’s life is hanging on the brink of death. Fuck. Did I do this? Did my actions set this whole thing in motion? What is this heavy weight I feel on my chest? Could it be... guilt? It happened so fast. I moved Kayleigh out of the Beta’s line of sight as soon as I saw the traitor pick up the dagger and gear to hurl the weapon forward. But even if I didn’t make it in time to protect Kayleigh, Cillian made sure she was going to be unharmed, anyway. He caught the weapons midway. One with his hand and another with his body. Is there anything this guy can’t do to look heroic? Who would’ve thought that the concoction burnished on Kayleigh’s knife intended for the enemy is what would cause serious injury to her fated mate? Cillian sure has a flare for the dramatics. The guy could have just yielded to his coma without stir
Andrei “What? I tell nothing but the truth,” Bash shams sincerity of concern, even though it’s obvious that he’s just saying things to irk me by riling up Juliana. “That’s from another lifetime. We’re past that.” I bite back a snarl. We discontinue our conversation to gaze at the two-arguing she-wolves, Kayleigh and Reagan. Gio steps in between the two women dear to him and hauls his wife away from his godsister. I’m so glad I’m not in that situation right now. My heart crumples watching Kayleigh in agony. I’ve never seen her this unstable. Kayleigh has been slating everyone around her, trying to find someone to be mad at, someone to blame. And it seems like she’s got her sights set on me. “Andrei! You need to help Cillian. You can heal him.” Kayleigh whisper-yells. “With a weak Alpha aura, it’s not gonna work.” I run my palm down my face. Juliana tries to pull away from me but I tighten my arm around her body, pressing her harder
Kayleigh Andrei is right. As soon as my wolf merged with my human form, I instantly knew what to do. It’s as if another brain was added to my head that I suddenly attained a new dimension of thinking. Not wanting to waste any minute, I rush to Cillian and immediately sink my fangs on his skin. Three bites to surround the stabbed part of his chest. In each bite, I release the Alpha Luna venom, a substance from my essence that can either kill or heal depending on what I will it to be. In this instance, it’s for the latter… it’s to rid the toxins from Cillian’s body and heal him. Bring him back to consciousness. Bring him back to me. I wait. But nothing happens. “The barrier is lifted!” Someone yells with an obvious edge of hope in her voice. I repeat puncturing my mate’s chest with more bites. Closer to the stabbed wound this time. Again, three bites bearing my venom. **Cillian, my love… Cillian… wake up. ** I
Kayleigh One Week Later… It’s been exactly six days since the tragic night of the Moon Festival. Six painful sunrises that remind Wolf-bloods of the night they lost friends and family members. Six unbearable sunsets that mothers and fathers never got to embrace the children they lost in the wolf-war. Tonight makes six heart-crushing evenings of waiting for mates who will never come home again. It’s Friday at dusk. Instead of the casual bonfire at the back of the O’Ryan manor, we are somewhere in the outskirts of Missouri, in a memorial cemetery reserved privately for Wolf-bloods. The Blue Blood Pack members are gathered here for the funeral ceremony in honor of their loved ones who have passed on. As if the there’s not enough nails traipsing my heart to pieces, someone turns the sound system and puts on, what I think is, the most melancholic song, at least for the moment. You are my sunshine… My only sunshine… You make me happy… When skies are gray… I didn’t ne
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