Saoirse's POV: Renzo's confession hurt me beyond words. The level of manipulation he had exercised over me throughout most of my life was appalling. The most freedom I have felt was when I was living with Grandma Meave. Blaze could be intense, too, but he doesn't want to separate me from my family. Renzo created a world where I had to depend only on him. He never encouraged my independence. Blaze has made sure I learned to control my magic. Renzo never even mentioned it even though he knew I was a witch. Blaze introduced me to his friends and family right away, making me feel like an individual person. Renzo only approved of me spending time with his mother. Arguing that I needed to concentrate on learning my Luna duties. Why did I never see anything wrong with that? Blaze, hold me tighter. He was feeling my emotions through the mate bond. Gosh, it felt so good to be in his arms. He wasn't wearing a shirt since he gave his to Azalea. This was the first time I was getting a good
Blaze POV: I reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it up, exposing her supple breasts. She hadn't been wearing a bra, and her nipples had been teasing me all day. I took one with my hand and tugged it. She pushed her breasts together, offering them to me. I licked my lips at the sight of them. I took one perky nipple in my mouth. Savoring them slowly, worshipping them, caressing every soft curve of her body. Her hands were clenching at her sides, grabbing the bed sheets. The erotic music of her moans had my cock dripping with precum. I inserted two fingers inside her impossibly wet pussy as I kept sucking her nipples like I had been dying of thirst. When she reached her orgasm I released her redden nipple with a loud pop. I lowered my head between her legs and licked her cum like it was my favorite dessert. "Oh, Blaze, yes!" 'Come for me again, Little Witch.' I mindlinked her. I sucked her clit and found her G spot with my fingers, until she cummed again making her squirt.
Azalea's POV: I was thrilled to finally see Julia again. Uncle Patrick raised me and my brother. We lost our parents at a very young age. Uncle Patrick was already a member of the Council, and he would bring Layla and us to his office all the time. Elder James would bring his granddaughter Julia, and we became the best of friends. Here, she was now looking gorgeous as always, with her long blond hair and well toned physique. But she looked pale and frightened. "How have you been, Aza? You look spectacular! The mated life has been treating you well." She said with a smile that still didn't subside the tremble of her hands. "We had a rough start, but we talked things out, and it has been blissful these last few weeks." I said with a big smile. "Really?!" She clapped happily. "Any sign of a pup coming soon?" I rubbed my belly slightly, and I sighed dreamingly. "I really hope so. I think I am pregnant. Renzo has been quite diligent these past weeks. You know, the mate bond m
Azalea POV: I cursed myself. I could scream and slap me. I was an idiot. I haven't broken the protection spell I did on Renzo. I can't not use my magic against his orders. Initially, I didn't think it was going to be this extreme, but I was just learning. The rogues had taken Azalea and Julia. I turned around looking for Blaze. He is standing there, with a look of horror on his handsome face. "Saoirse, how could you? You let them take them? You let the rogues take my sister for him?" He was pointing at us acusingly. He had misunderstood. I felt my heart sank. "No, Blaze. Please, listen to me! It's not what it looks like. I couldn't protect them. You gotta believe me!" I was shrieking. My Blaze was stepping away from me. The hurt in his eyes was killing me. "Blaze, dont do this to us. Blaze, I love you." Renzo grabbed my arm like he had every right over me. "Saoirse, let's go. You're coming back home with me." "Get off me, Renzo!" I yelled at him, between greeted teeth. I
Blaze POV: I throw the bottle of whisky against the wall. The alcohol doesn't even make me numb to the pain anymore. I close my eyes and I only see her. Many times when I was at my lowest, I tried going to Moonshadow Pack to get her. To throw her over my shoulder and lock her up in my room. Just like what that bastard Renzo did to her before. Andrew and Uncle Patrick had been here, though. They prevented me many times from doing exactly that. Last month, in a moment of soberness, I went there peacefully. I wanted to talk to my mate. Renzo had come out with a smug face telling me she didn't want to see me. I spent outside until night, but she never came out . I had forgiven her a long time ago. I was probably no longer mad at her the moment I arrived at the pack without her. I was just too proud to admit it. It was also a betrayal to my twin. That same week, we received news from Aza and Julia. It turned out Julia was the Rogue Alpha's mate. Now, Elder James is under investigat
Saoirse's POV: I feel someone looking at me. Their eyes burned into my skin. Imprinting themselves on each part of my features. My witch sisters see my uneasiness. One look at them, and I know they're on alert, too. Elda reads my thoughts. Someone is here, but we're not in danger. My heartbeat races. I know who's looking at me. I know that feeling. I asked them to leave me alone. When they left, I trained my eyes into the dark forest. I see his eyes. They're the most beautiful golden eyes. 'Storm.' I said, unable to believe it. He's here in wolf form. He starts to walk toward me. I wanted to do the same, but my legs failed me, and I dropped to my knees. He's next to me in seconds. Storm is huge. He towers over me. He lays on the floor, and I almost climb on top of him, embracing him, intertwining my arms around his neck and sobbing like a baby. Storm whimpers as I bury my face on his neck. I carresed his fur, it's so soft. His closeness gives me comfort. I cried for a long time. Hi
Azalea POV: Blaze paces back and forth next to the bed where I lay. I've been bedridden for a week now, waiting for my babies at any moment. I feel bad for calling him, but I'm panicking on my own. Julia is more nervous than I am, and she is heavily pregnant as well. Julia and her mate were like rabbits, the first few months, not that they had stopped. "Are you sure Saoirse is fine. Goddess, I shouldn't have called you. She is pregnant, too." Blaze approches me and kisses my hand. "Nonsense, you did the right thing. She totally understood. She still has about four more weeks left. There is time." "You look worried though, does your wolf feel restless?" "He does. I will call Saoirse, just to be sure." As soon as the phone connects and I overhear Saoirse's pitiful voice, I know something is not right. Blaze, like every other man, is clueless. A high-pitched voice is heard, they're yelling at Blaze. I felt a pang in my heart. Saoirse hadn't been feeling well, and she didn't
Blaze The minute I reached Saoirse, I dropped to my knees and hugged her. I could still hear Elda scolding me from afar. That little pixie is the devil. I assaulted my mate with kisses all over her face, and then I gave the same treatment to her huge baby bump. She looked breathtaking. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes were twinkling with amusement. I took a silky strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "Goddess, sweetheart, you look ethereal." She huffed, and I laughed. She was wearing a white silk nightgown with lace that definitely makes her look like some sort of goddess or other wordly creature. She looked tired and in pain. My pups are giving her a hard time. "I'm so happy you're back, Blaze." Her sexy voice carreses my ears. "How is Azalea? I'm sorry you had to leave her." "You're so selfless, dove. Had I known you weren't feeling well, I would have never left you. From now on, I will trust my instinct. You and my children will always come first." I peck