Cillian
Cillian! I look around trying to find the owner of the voice hollering inside my head.
Gio. Hey, what’s up? Kayleigh and Gisella are waiting for you back at the bonfire. It was easy to spot the red-eyed wolf. Red- the color of an alpha’s wolf eyes.
I can’t wait to become an alpha. If Kayleigh likes my wolf’s golden eyes now, she’ll probably go nuts when they’ll turn to a shade of red. Of course, the cool wolf eye color isn’t the only reason I’m excited to be an alpha. I’ve b
Cillian“You sure you don’t need help?” I ask my beautiful red hair.“No. I got this. I can’t wait for you to try it.” Her eyes twinkle while boasting about her masterpiece.“I’m excited. It smells good, baby.” I am plastered on the floor and stay engrossed at the picture of domestic bliss right in front of me.Leaning my body against the cottage’s door, I watch Kayleigh work her way around the kitchen. She insisted on making beef Irish stew for dinner. I would have preferred takeout so I have more time with her in bed. Just exploring and worshipping her body. Sinking my lips and teeth into her skin. Claiming her, over and over. But, that’s not happening anytime soon because Gisella and Gunner invited themselves over, much to my opposition.“I hope you aren’t hungry, just yet. The stew needs another hour,
Kayleigh“Gio! You did not have to tell Cillian all those things!” I want to choke him. Watching a grin form on his lips is infuriating me even more.“Which one? That you need to find a mate who can be a suitable Alpha King? Or the fact that without a pack, he’s not even eligible to be a contender? Question is, why didn’t you tell him?” Gio continues to chug a bottle of beer while not looking interested with my reply.“I didn’t think it was an issue. I think he is suitable enough.”“Not if he isn’t a pack alpha.” He shakes his head and ambles to the dining table located at the center of this small but modern-looking rental home.Rather than staying at the manor or with one of the summit housings, Gio and Gisella each got their own townhomes. I wish this was an option when I was arranging my stay for the summit. Cillian and I would have more
KayleighThe weekend went by too fast. But it is no doubt my favorite time of the week. While Cillian and I have the nights to ourselves, we both have busy schedules during the day. Most of the time, we either get very little sleep or just a fraction of time to chat. We spend our time together touching, kissing, making love, and just loving each other rather than just sleeping the nights away.The summit activities are fun and proving to be really beneficial. Today, we learned how important it is to maintain social connections among other wolf bloods. It’s reiterated in our minds that by helping each other’s endeavors, we will all thrive as a whole.For example, it is highly recommended to patronize wolf blood businesses. For holiday vacations or getaways, choose wolf blood resorts. For restaurants, choose wolf blood-owned. Pretty much before going anywhere else, check if there’s a wolf blood business
Kayleigh “Hands on the headboard.” Cillian’s deep and seductive voice commands me. I’m not usually fond of being ordered around, but oddly enough, the fact that the instruction is coming from my alpha heir sends tingles to all parts of my body. “Is that so you have a direct view of my tits?” I grip my palms on the wooden bed piece in front of me while I continue to gyrate my hips, pushing my mound deeper on Cillian’s face. “Mm-hmm…” He replies, not taking off his mouth from being clamped on my engorged lower lips. I take my eyes to peer down so I can watch the upper half of Cillian’s face watch me, while the lower half is devouring buried in my pussy. I gasp with the sight of his shimmering wolf eyes, with flecks of gold and white. And at that moment, I swear I heard his wolf release a low growl. A growl that sends little electric shocks, from my very swoll
Cillian I thought I hear a loud knock on the door. Could just be part of my dream. My arm feels stiff wrapped around Kayleigh. She’s here, right next to me. Nothing else outside this room, not even a frantic knock on the door, is that important to get my out of bed. “Cillian, open this fucking door.” A high pitch voice resonates from the outside of the room. “Can you be a little quiet? You’ll wake the other guests.” Sounds like Kinsley and Gunner. I can only assume that they tried to reach me through mind-link, first. But since they couldn’t get a hold of me, they’re here purposely disturbing my rest while I am trying to relish my time with my mate. I don’t always open my mind-link for this reason. I value my peace and privacy too much. “You think I give a shit? I’m going to camp out here and bang the crap out of this door until your lying best friend comes out of the room.” Kinsley
KayleighHere’s the thing. I don’t need a wolf to smell Kinsley’s bullshit. Her little tirade of making it look like she just caught Cillian and me sneaking behind her back is a big fat joke. She wants me and everyone else in an earshot believe that Cillian is cheating on her. I don’t know what her end game is. But I’m not going to fall into her devious ways.What hurts me is finding out that Cillian hasn’t been forthcoming about the consequences of choosing a wolf-less Luna. I get that he doesn’t want me to worry but it’s an essential factor to consider. Especially given our future plans.“Look, it’s not that I didn’t wanna tell you. I just wanted to have a solution first. I didn’t wanna worry you with something stupid. I mean, I get where my pack elders are coming from, but their reasons for imposing rules for who the pack alpha can choose as a m
CillianRed fucking wolves? Wolves without a pack. Worse than the rouges. While rogues usually don’t have governing laws to maintain an orderly pack, they do have rogue alphas who keep them together. Red wolves on the other hand do not believe in having leaders and following rules. They simply move from one place to another and go around in a ravaging spree everywhere and anywhere as part of their daily fun.Before I get down the stairs, I mind-link the six wolf bloods coming out of their rooms to follow me and Gunner.Tell Kayleigh to call Gio and Gisella. Come downstairs but stay inside the manor. Unless I ask you to, do not come outside. Please keep Kayleigh safe. She can fight but the red wolves are rabid. Be alert. Be ready.Copy that.Got it.Will do.The wolf bloods in this wing are the youngest
Cillian “Fucking red wolves! Do you know how this is going to make us look? Fucking embarrassment!” My dad gets up from sitting down and paces in front of me. “None of the red wolves that attacked us made it out of the territory alive. So how is that an embarrassment? I think it shows that our pack can hold its own ground.” I’m seething with irritation. “An attack, big or small, whether the attackers survived it or not, shows that there is a strand of weakness in our pack’s system. The fact that they think our pack is an easy target just shows how little they think of us. You’re not the one who’s going to get the brunt of humiliation. I can’t just go tell the neighboring packs that it’s my son’s negligence that allowed this disastrous bout to happen. They’d immediately think I’m not a capable alpha.” Veins from his neck bulge as he yells at me. “Oh, so this what it’s all about? It’s not about worrying that pack members would be in the line of danger. It’s your reputation tha
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