Andrei
Kayleigh is jealous. Kayleigh still cares… I'd like to believe she even loves me, still.My head is floating and my heart is about to burst with the new discovery.
But I don’t have enough time to bask in the little spark of hope that Kayleigh just lit.
Because the bane of my existence is standing in front of me, holding the only woman I’d want to claim as mine.
“Kinsley and Reagan filled me up. As long as you stop chasing Kayleigh and promise not to come between my girl and me, I’m all about working together against the red wolves.” I almost lost my cool and smack him in the face. How dare he tells me not to come between him and Kayleigh?
My Kayleigh.
“I’m not promising shit.” I tilt my chin and cross my arms in front of my chest.
“Then we’re not doing this.” He trades a glance with Kayleigh before responding with derision.
“Not my problem
CillianEveryone is gone. Only Kayleigh and I are left by the bonfire. She’s straddling my lap as I sit comfortably on an outdoor wooden chair. I take control of our kiss, angling my head so I can ravish her mouth with haste and urgency. She groans when I slip my tongue pass her lips the same time I pull her center on my growing erection. I cup her butt cheeks and pull her tightly against my body.Kayleigh must think I was oblivious on her display of jealousy when Reagan was clinging herself on Andrei.It’s not even our bond as mates that exposed her jealousy. It was just that fucking obvious in plain sight. Everyone around us could see how uncomfortable she was when Reagan was plastering herself all over Andrei.It fucking hurts like hell to see the love of your life display any kind of affection to someone else other than you. It’s eating me from the insi
Cillian “Yo. Cillian. Wake up. Shit. I think we trashed the place last night. I don’t think your uncle James will be happy about this mess. Damn, is that smell coming from you? You reek of moonshine, bro.” Gunner’s voice tremble inside my ear drums and it’s giving me a massive headache. I’m slumped on the couch. I open on eye to peek and look around where I’m at. The cottage. Thanks, goddess. Not at some brothel or pub where I’d regret doing stuff that I didn’t think through. “What the fuck, man. Dial your voice down, will ya? That’s the both of us reeking like moonshine. You drank more than I did last night. Seems like I’m not the only one seething with a broken heart.” After last night’s little love quarrel with Kayleigh, I mind-linked Gunner and pulled him wherever hell hole he was so he can join me at the cottage. To keep me company while I stew in my heartache on Kayleigh’s jealousy
Cillian “Rogues!” As soon as the word leaves Gunner’s mouth, a burly man pushes him on the floor while two of them jump on me. “Fucking shitheads!” I raise my fists up to cover my face but a strong kick in my gut cuts my breathing. I duck down but not fast enough to avoid the heavy punch directed to my face. Shit. That’s going to bruise. Blood drips from my nose and mouth. The taste of bood makes my blood boil. Gunner and I were caught off guard and find ourselves at the end of fists and steel-toe boots. When I finally get my bearings together, I manage to catch one foot that’s about to land on my chest and break the guy’s ankle. Two men flock on me while the other two are still stomping on Gunner. The moonshine really did a number on us. Gunner and I are skilled fighters but I’m finding it hard to throw steady punches. I use my pent-up frustration from not being able to punch Andrei in the face freely and hit the rogue closest to me on the face. I give him a warnin
Cillian “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” Kayleigh gives me a calculating glare but does not move away when I coil my arms around her and drop a kiss on her forehead. After a chaotic afternoon of cleaning-up the mess in the cottage, reporting to my dad, and briefing the pack, I finally get Kayleigh alone to myself. I take her to the only safe place I know that will allow us peace and quiet while knowing we have security around us --- around her. Back in the manor. In my bedroom. “What are you exactly sorry about?” She steps back, glares at me before rolling her blue pools. She pretends to look away from me while she sweeps my bedroom with her eyes. Quietly observing. I’m not stupid. I know she’s looking for any trace of other girls, or of Kinsley, left in here. She’ll find none. “For everything.” My head rummage for a better response but fail. “That’s so vague, Cillian.” She lifts her chin and glances at me. Fuck. She’s so beautiful. Walking out on her last night
Kayleigh “Are you sure about your plans?” Husky voice breaks the stillness as he wraps his muscular arms around me from behind. “I am very sure. One hundred percent sure. Your place is nice and cozy but we gotta go back to Ireland soon.” I tilt my head to give him access to my neck. I moan when he runs his lips and juts his tongue to leave a trail of wet line from my neck to the tip of my shoulder. “There’s no turning back, malyshka.” His baritone voice makes my center quiver. “There’s no turning back, malyshka,” I echo him, in a low, husky voice. “That’s not how I sound like,” he says sounding a bit annoyed at me. I giggle and turn around. I melt into him as I listen to the words that come out of his lips. By now, I’m pretty sure that this couldn’t be real. It must be a dream. My arms are coiled around Andrei’s neck without worry of doing anything wrong or hurting anyone. Definitely a dream. But I don’t want to wake up just yet. I want to see how this dream plays out.
Kayleigh KILL: I’m sorry I can’t be with you today, baby. Take care out there. ME: No worries. You guys have been waiting for the wolf blood council for a while now. Your pack needs you. KILL: I know. I just hate that he’s the one with you today and not me. Tell me again why you’re coming back tomorrow and not tonight? ME: The jet will take us to Alaska today but will have to head to Colorado to load up some Mountain Ash by nightfall. It will be back to pick us up tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be at the manor by tomorrow evening, hopefully. KILL: Too long. How are you feeling? Still fever-ish? Headaches? ME: Bearable. Still kinda feeling warm but not too bad. The tea you gave me this morning helped a lot. I’m impressed with you healers here. KILL: Impressed with the healers here? That’s it? What about the alpha heir here? You were screaming his name the whole night. He brought you breakfast in bed with a side of orgasm this morning. ME: LOL. Eh. The alpha heir is alright. KI
Kayleigh “That wasn’t a rhetorical question, Bash. I’m waiting for your answer.” I prod Bash for a response. “Kayleigh. Just drop it. It’s none of our business.” Once again, Gio gives me a warning look while he turns to a narrow street. “I don’t think it’s wrong to want to know, right Bash?” I ignore Gio and continue to urge Bash for an answer. It just doesn’t make sense. Bash can appeal for a regency and even vie for the Alpha King position without taking over Cillian’s Pack. With his pack’s wealth and strength, Bash has a strong claim for the throne, anyway. “I’d answer that question but then ---“ Bash gives me a menacing smile through the rearview mirror. “Bash. Don’t finish that sentence. You’re my uncle. But any threats or disrespect to the Alpha King’s daughter, I will not condone.” Gio presses on the gas harder. He looks agitated. “See. I don’t get this, nephew. You, Cillian, Andrei… you guys just worship the ground that she walks on. You treat her like a brea
Kayleigh It’s been an hour since the attack. It didn’t take long for us to beat up all twelve red wolves. Bash forced one of them to shift back into his human form and then carved his name on the guy’s back. Like a marque. The bloody brand was a message to his pack that Bash and Gio, both Blutschilds from different continents, will be coming after the red wolves. Thanks the Moon Goddess I’m in the company of skilled fighters. I mean, I know I wasn’t bad at all. I carried my weight during the fight. But the red wolves who attacked us were strong and seasoned fighters as well. I’m in awe of Gio and Gisella’s combat expertise. They are a force to be reckoned. Misha and Nikolai truly let their beasts take over. Bash did not shift into his wolf form. Gisella mentioned that Bash’s wolf is deranged and hard to control. But it doesn’t matter, with what I saw, Bash didn’t need a wolf to show that he is an alpha to be scared of. I saw him tear apart a red wolf’s jaw with just his bare hands
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