Alpha Mars' POV We watched as the men and women of the elder council filed into their chamber. It wasn’t until the last robe disappeared behind the door that I finally felt like I could breathe. In a couple of strides, I was next to Ciara’s wheelchair kissing her sweet plump lips with everything my soul could give. The audience slowly filed out of the court room around us, but I wasn’t paying attention. My eyes were glued on my mate.“Fuck, I don’t think I could handle listening to your story much longer. I was ready to go to war with a fucker who is already dead.” I cupped her cheeks and stared into her smokey gray eyes. Her dark lashes fluttered her tears away as she smiled up at me. Goddess, I missed her smile.“What happens now?” Ciara says.“Well, they bring me their decision, and I fight it. But if they want to pursue it further, they can overrule my decision or go to the Magical Creature Council. But I don’t think it will come to that. I watched their reactions to your story.
Alpha Mars’ POVI hug my mate then taste her sweet lips with a soft sinful kiss. Every hurdle, every roadblock, are destroyed and our path to forever is completely clear. I purr into her mouth, “Now you come home with me, and I get to touch your body until the break of day. I am going to kiss every inch of you, maybe even taste that beautiful pussy of yours, but no sex til you are 100% healed.” Without anyone noticing, I pull the blanket over her breasts so no one can see my hand, then flick and play with her nipple with my fingers.She moans then suddenly breaks away from my hold as if she just discovered something important, “Benji!”I look at her confused, “What?”“I want to go see Benji.” She looks at me with such pleading eyes that I groan. I rest my head on her shoulder. My cock throwing a tantrum over being so close to our mate and she throws a wrench into my sexually frustrated plans.“Seriously? You haven’t seen me in months, then you were unconscious for weeks, almost dying
Chapter – Dear DiaryCiara’s POVDear Diary – Sorry I haven’t written in a while. My therapist and Owen had to remind me that writing will help my PTSD and help me cope with the memories of my time with the Dark Alpha. It’s been a crazy few months of learning to accept what I can’t change and to not blame myself for the past. I will admit the nightmares have gotten better since I started sleeping next to my goddess given mate. Being able to sleep has really helped the healing process, but when I do have a nightmare, Owen has to remind me I am no longer bound by the magical commands.Benji is getting better as well. She finally has some color back in her face and she no longer looks like a corpse. She is even able to take small walks with me around her garden, but it won’t be for a few more months til she’s able to go back in the medical lab doing what she loves. Each day she gets better and better, but I still sometimes find her sitting by the window with a far-off blank look on her fa
Ciara’s POV (several months later)That’s it! Its official… I think the moon goddess has changed her mind and decided to finish me off with an unknown disease. She has played a cruel trick on me. Giving me high hopes of the perfect wonderful life then snatching it away with a virus. I finally got my mate; I am Queen Luna, and I am surrounded by people who love and cherish me. Now I am hugging the porcelain throne of waste as if it is a lifeline from a sinking ship! Goodbye cruel world! Hello field of endless sleep…After my Luna Ceremony and the coronation of the new King and Queen, life at the Blue Eclipse pack turned into a pretty good routine. Alpha King Mars went back to his duties, and I took up the role of nontraditional, ass-kicking warrior Queen Luna.Owen and I had a big lavish wedding, to which all the pack leaders were invited. Our honeymoon was a cross-country ride on our motorcycles! Owen had my stuff and motorcycle shipped over to our pack as soon as my trial was over as
Third Party POV – Five years Later“Daddy!” A four-year-old little girl with blonde wavey hair and striking smokey gray eyes wandered through the halls of the packhouse, paying no mind how loud she is. “DAAAAAADDDDDDDYYYYY!!!!” She yelled again.“What’s the matter, Isabella?” Beta Hunter strolled out of the packhouse kitchen munching on a bag of chips.“Uncle Hunter, Uncle Hunter” The little girl runs up and stands on her toes in front of him, hoping to make herself taller. “Where Daddy? They do it again!” She points her little finger in the direction she just came from. Her plump little cheeks red with annoyance.Beta Hunter couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head. This was a normal grievance from the little princess. “Oh, dear. Did you tell your mom?”Isabella crossed her arms with a huff, “No! I want daddy! Mommy say they playing, but nanny says they will break their necks! Wolves keep feet on the ground!” She rushed through in one big breath. She looks back down the hall and n
Third person POV “Beta Leon, have you found anything that could be of importance yet?” Alpha Radar spoke as he worked his way through the office bookshelf, each thump of a discarded book on the floor was another notch on Alpha Radar’s already stretched last nerve. The ripping sound of book pages mixed in with the clattering of office items falling to the wooden floor and rustling papers was a ticking time bomb. Soft curse words whispered throughout the room as his Beta rummaged through the large solid oak desk of the previous Alpha’s Office. "Nope, only bills, warrior stats, and a load of useless junk." He exclaimed, clearly disgusted. "You think there's something hidden in here?" He asked, questioning, as he yanked open another drawer and dumped its contents onto the desk.“Yes, I am certain.” Alpha Radar rubbed his tired eyes and then let out a sigh. He looked down at himself still covered in blood and dirt from the recent battle, but a shower or a bath will have to wait. He knew
Third Person POVAlpha Radar came back from his thoughts when he pulled the last book from the shelf with nothing to show for it. Anger bubbled up inside of him, turning his eyes black letting his wolf reach the surface. He grabbed the side of the bookshelf and pulled but the wood did not budge from the wall. It just slid to the side showing a small slit of a doorway. Radar’s eyes widened in shock as he pushed hard on the side of the bookshelf the rest of the way exposing a passageway leading down into the depths under the packhouse. Radar and Leon took a moment to gather their thoughts, before Beta Leon spoke. “I will call some warriors to go down there, Alpha, just in case it’s a trap.”“No… that won’t be necessary.” Said Alpha Radar, waving his Beta to follow him. “Let’s not involve anyone until we venture in ourselves.”With a nod, Beta Leon followed Alpha Radar down the narrow passageway; their wolves close to the surface of their minds ready in case of an unexpected attack. Onc
Ciara's POV 13 Years Later“Ciara!”The sound of my name crept up my spine like spider legs, jolting me awake from my midday slumber. Keeping my eyes closed, I pretended to be invisible as the sound of the leaves rustling in the summer June breeze continued to lull my mind into a calm stupor.“CIARA JOY!”If I can’t see her, then I don’t hear her. I thought to myself in a sing-song voice as I reclined cross-legged with my head resting back against the trunk of one of my favorite hiding spots in the woods. Nestled on the east edge of the border of our pack’s land is my favorite oak tree, with thick, wide branches stretching out in all directions high above the rest of the woods. My oak tree also has the most magnificent views of the mountains and surrounding woods which also border on two sides of the Crystal Lake waters.“Miss Ciara Joy Callaway, you better not be up some tree again, or so help me. Goddess. I will tell Alpha Radar and your father you are flapping about again!”Yep, th