Andrei “Andrei. Can you fucking chill? Sit your ass down and drink this.” Bash hands me a crystal glass filled with whiskey. “Let me just go see if she’s okay. They’ve been in there for an hour now. I’m worried the attack got her shaken.” I take a few steps towards the room that Kayleigh and Gisella occupy even though I just came back from there just a minute ago. “If you’re not drinking that, give it to me. Kayleigh is doing fine. She’d seen blood before. Don’t make it sound like she’s a rookie fighter. You saw how she fought back there. Stop hovering on her.” Gio chugs the whisky like it’s plain water then plops down on one of the comfortable seats across to Bash. “Plus, it’s making you look too clingy. Play it cool, man.” Bash adds, mockingly. His eyes flicker with his menacing smile. “Fuck. Fine, mom and dad!” I grab my still damp hair and brush it backwards. It’s infuriating how these two alphas meddle too much. Bash didn’t even need to be here. I’ve borrowed his jet p
Cillian “What the fuck was Miss Bethany talking about, Kensington?” I grit my teeth as I question Kinsley. As soon as we entered the manor, I mind-linked her to follow me to my room, where nobody can hear our conversation. “I don’t know. Why are you stressing about it? Can you just… not…” She crosses her arms in front of her chest and rolls her eyes. “I’m going to ask you this, just once. Actually, no. I’m going to keep asking you about this until you tell me the truth. Are you pregnant?” My jaw ticks waiting for her response. “So what if I am?” She tilts her head and glares at me. “Is that your way of admitting it? Does your dad know?” “That’s like asking if I wanted my dad to murder me right now.” She walks to the window trying to avoid my burning stare. “Why can’t I scent that you’re pregnant?” I would have known, I would have smelled her pregnancy hormones, unless the baby is too young. “It’s too soon to scent. The baby is less than 10 weeks. I was actually surprise
Kayleigh After flying for several hours, we finally reach our destination. Per Gio’s instruction to the pilot, we landed on a private property, somewhere in the small town of Petersburg, Alaska. From my research about this place, it’s located south of Alaska’s capital, Juneau. The map showed that it’s surrounded by bodies of water. Tourist pictures depicted small rural living. The sight in front of me paints a quaint and simple life. With the trees shedding their fall leaves, the damp somewhat-green grass, and the mountain ranges around us, this place looks like a painting. The sight is refreshing to the eyes and uplifting to the soul. The freezing cold air welcomes us when the jet’s door slides open. Even beyond the foggy surrounding, I can see the beautiful nature we are surrounded with. Two four-seater golf carts are parked nearby, each having a driver standing by. I feel so unwell. No amount of ginger ale or tea can take away the nausea that I’ve been feeling since boa
Kayleigh “Is there anything else you want to eat, sweetie? Oh, how I’ve missed you. I haven’t seen you in years.” Looking at aunt Bree is like looking at my reflection, a slightly older me version. Not very much older, though. She’s probably 24 or 25. A lot younger than my parents who are in their late 30’s. Her red hair, blue eyes, alabaster skin, and even her nose and her pouty lips, all signature features of our Donnelly heritage. “Almost three years. This is enough, aunt Breanna. You prepared a lot of food. Thank you so much for having us and allowing all my friends in your beautiful home. I’m sorry for the hassle.” We’ve been feasting on ham, roast, potatoes, and pies for the last hour. Gio, Andrei, and I remain in the dining area with my aunt and John. The rest of our friends are enjoying the chilly air on the back patio. All while sipping John’s home brewed craft beer. “Oh, no worries. I’ve actually been expecting you for weeks now. It was about a month ago when Gio’s mess
Kayleigh “The fated mate bond can be unhealthy for some. As you know now, I’m very sensitive. I get anxious easily. I get bothered by little things. And when I’m restless or on edge, I become uncontainable. I turn into a crazed and violent person or wolf, whichever takes over. Only John can bring me back to my senses. He is my rock. My center. And the love of my life.” Aunt Bree’s eyes flicker when she describes how much John means to her. Listening to her makes me think about the alpha heir I left behind. The one who holds my heart. Cillian. “You were anxious because you were jealous of your fated mate’s wife? I don’t follow.” I ask, hesitantly, not wanting to offend John. “It may seem that way back then. But I know now, it was my wolf who felt unsettled and betrayed that the man chosen by the Moon Goddess for us was already with family and kids. My wolf wanted the mating mark to complete the mating bond. The mating mark would have helped in centering me, and balancing my emot
Kayleigh “Now, say what now? Did I hear that right? First we find out that gypsy wolves are actually hybrid werewolves. Now, you’re telling me, our delayed wolves isn’t caused by a tainted bloodline? Goddess. All these facts. I’m so glad we made this trip.” My eyes widen with this new bomb dropped in front of me. “I’m just as relieved as you, Kayleigh. When Gio mentioned about you not having a wolf, I kinda had an inkling that your situation is the same as mine. Not a lot of people know the truth about our late bloomer wolves. I still don’t know everything about it. I was 20 years old when I got mine, five years ago. Every day is a learning process.” Aunt Bree’s features soften, and it touches my heart. It feels like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. “Please tell me… if it’s not caused by a tainted bloodline, then what is it?” After years of wondering about my wolf, I finally have someone to ask about it. “It’s not called, ‘tainted bloodline’… it’s called the Alpha Luna bloodl
Andrei “Are you okay, malyshka?” My eyes drift between Kayleigh and her aunt. I knew I was going to discover a lot of information today. I just wasn’t expecting it to include facts about me. I am a hybrid wolf. I still want to know more. But right now is about Kayleigh. John has been observing me, watching my every move. I’m waiting for him to say something through the mind-link but he hasn’t said a word. Maybe, like me, he is letting his woman have her time with Kayleigh. I definitely need to talk to him before the night ends. “This pounding headache is not going away. I was hoping it will at least ease a little after dinner. But I feel worse. I’m feeling hot and cold at the same time. I don’t feel well.” Kayleigh palms her nape and stretches her neck sideways. I pull her to lean against my shoulder. I feel her body tense, ripping a piece of my heart, yet again. I remember when she welcomed my touches, when our skin-to-skin contact seemed like a natural thing for her. Now, she he
Cillian Kayleigh is back. My beautiful mate is finally here. She’s sleeping, peacefully, on her bed. I’m annoyed that she isn’t in my bedroom but with the wolf blood council staying in the opposite wing of the manor while my dad and the beta want to keep this charade between Kinsley and I, I didn’t argue with Kayleigh when she told me that she’d be in her room waiting for me, not in mine. I wish I was here to welcome her back when she arrived. But as always, I’m tied with daily pack duties, taking care of everyone around me except my woman. Such is the life of an alpha heir. As I stare at her beautiful face, I can’t ignore the weight that’s pressing in my heart. I have no plans to keep Kinsley’s pregnancy from Kayleigh. But I have yet to confirm the truth of said pregnancy. Kinsley have been slathering herself with whatever oils and herbs she can get her hands on to mask the scent of her pregnancy hormones. I’m pretty sure those crap she’s using double up as barricade that’s 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