*cringe* Bad Hana. Happy New Year! The next chapter will be posted on January 2nd. I do not have a set upload schedule as my writing availability depends on my day job workload.
Riding in Jonathan’s Aston Martin DB5 erased all my troubles about Mila from my mind. Hard to think about annoying bitches that want my mate when I’m in a car like this. And while it was fun to tease him about him coming to Incubi, I never even considered that an option. If I were in line to be Beta of Nebrodi, I’d have fought for my rank. But I don’t have a rank and wouldn’t dream of taking him away from his role as Delta.Every trouble I had melted away on the drive back to Bloodmoon. Nothing else mattered between being in this car and talking about our future. I was excited to get to the packhouse because we’d let others know we were mates. I’ll have to video call my family back in Sicily. I would say I don’t know who will be more excited at this news, but I already knew it would be André.
I felt terrible for Hana. Honestly, I do, but at the same time, she knows I’m not her mate, and I can’t and won’t fault Persephone for what she did. Show me a werewolf who would shrug off someone throwing themselves at their mate, especially their unmarked mate, and I’ll show you that you’re really on a movie set, and it’s just make-believe. No werewolf would be chill about that. Mila was bad enough trying to touch and flirt with me. But she didn’t push the limit of Persephone’s patience by trying to kiss me. Even if I knew Hana would kiss my cheek, Persephone didn’t. I’m glad Logan and Aurelia didn’t get angry at Persephone. Not that I’d have expected Aurelia to, she was the first person to put Hana in her place. Plus, she’s had to put horny bitches in their place when it comes to Logan. She understands all too well that you can’t let others try to force themselves between you and your mate. And while it’s a hard lesson, it’s one Hana needs to learn. So I might have left Persephone
I now have one more reason to want Mila dead. And while Logan and Jonathan are not as concerned that she even knows him as Jonny Weaver, I am. She upped her flirting after he introduced himself. She’s fixated on him, and I don’t like it. And no, it’s not just because he’s MINE, and I will cut a bitch for trying to get between us. Knowing who he is, not just to the company but to Bloodmoon, makes him a high-profile target. Then add in finding out she’s from the pack that destroyed his pack. Yeah, so many red flags are waving. At least Logan and Jonathan had plans to monitor her. I remember Cillian from the war in Sicily. He was with the others from Bloodmoon, looking for his mate. I don’t remember if he found one, but I know he fought well. He didn’t get himself in trouble like that guy, Clement. I wonder what happened to him after he came back to Bloodmoon. Not enough to ask or look for him. “I’ll also ask Shikoba to impose additional restrictions on Mila’s access to the building. I
Typically, I’m a distracted eater. So no one thinks twice about me sitting down, loading my plate, and digging in without much conversation. They always chalk it up to my brain going a mile a minute, and I’m probably eager to get back to my lab. And they would be right. But tonight is different. I still want to get to my lab, though not to work. Today I’m in a hurry to fuck or at least fool around with my mate. “Is everything okay?” Delilah asked. “Was there some urgent pack business?” She cocked her head, blinking innocent green eyes at me like she hadn’t just cock blocked me a few moments ago. “It’s fine, Delilah. It’s being handled.” Persephone answered her sister. Mikali arched his eyebrow from his seat at the table. I doubt it escaped his attention that Delilah’s question was directed at me, but Persephone answered instead. Annai was giving me a similar look while still managing to stuff her face. I won’t call her out on how much she’s got on her plate. She’s pregnant, and if I
I haven’t been this eager to shift since the first time. I also haven’t been this glad I didn’t wear my standard sports bra and boyshorts. André may have taunted me about what I was packing, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t bring or don’t own cute underwear. The only reason I didn’t put on my usual sports bra is that this morning Sara tracked our mate, and I figured if I came across him, I should put in some effort. ‘Judging by how he’s staring at you, it was the right call.’ Sara laughed. Okay, that was the ego boost I needed. Undressing to shift at the pack is totally different. I quickly undress and change to my wolf. I’m naked for all of two minutes. Right now, however, I’m taking my time undressing because Jonathan is looking at me like that. His brown eyes were getting darker and more intense, with the amber of his wolf swirling around starting to overtake more of his iris. I’ve been leered at once or twice. The offender lost some teeth and, when one dared whine to Alec about it
So typically, when someone thinks of the personality traits of us four ranked wolves, we each have our own vibe. Logan is the grump who’s easy to piss off. John is the polite level headed one. Charles is the rational, logical one. And I’m the laid-back one who will laugh off situations. That whole protective growling thing I did to Azriel was out of character. Yet nothing is more out of my usual vibe than Jaci taking more control and ripping the clothes off Persephone. Even before I could shift, it always felt like I had Jaci riding shotgun in my head, and after I shifted, he remained as my shotgun. I know it’s not how most human/wolf spirits work, but it’s how we are. So for him to take more control caught me off-guard. I get it. Jaci is as affected by the mate bond as I am. I just figured we had more self-control than that. Apparently, Persephone rubbing her hand over my dick as she offered to take them off was the straw that broke the camel’s back or the wolf’s patience. Not th
Maybe it’s the mate bond, Jonathan, that I’ve spent too much time around the D’Amore family, or perhaps I never knew I was a sexually bold person. Whatever the reason, there’s no going back now. I made my choice, and despite the initial discomfort of having his cock buried deep inside me, I regret nothing. Is this how I pictured my first time? Outside with my legs wrapped around my mate, held in his strong arms in a standing position? No, absolutely not. Is this a LOT hotter than what I’d pictured? Hell yes. Then again, I never really thought about what my first sexual experience would be. And I hadn’t tried to imagine what my mate would look like. I can assure you I would never have thought he’d look like Jonathan. That might have made me a pessimist, but I figured I’d end up with someone dull as toast. A stable, average guy in the Goddess’ effort to try and balance out my personality. Yet here she went and surprised me by giving me a man who has been my idol for the last four years
HOLY SHIT! Many things have blown my mind in my life. Usually, it has been some new discovery I’ve made. But nothing, and I mean NOTHING, has blown my mind like sex with Persephone Fayte. I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot a condom. Though saying I forgot a condom implies I have condoms. I’ve never required them. I bought a few boxes of condoms once. I bought multiple boxes of different sizes, types, and brands for an experiment when I was fourteen. Luna Elizabeth, unfortunately, came across my experiment and had a total meltdown over a minor having condoms. She called it improper and scolded Logan for ‘raising a heathen.’ She didn’t care that I was running scientific experiments. Logan rolled his eyes and said she should be happy I was learning about safe sex. He also pointed out that I was in college getting my master’s degree, so the fact that I was doing such a lowbrow experiment showed that even if I’m a genius, I’m still a kid. Logan was big on the idea that kids s
I can’t believe it’s been over three years since I met Mila. Who knew being assigned to spy on someone could change one’s life so completely? Okay, yes, Sadria Kearney and Alison Blaire know just how much such an assignment can alter the course of your life. It was on a similar assignment that they met Azriel and Colby Delaney. And their brother Darren can certainly attest to how a war and crazy power-hungry assholes can bring someone to where they always belonged. I spent a lifetime feeling like I would never find my place in this world. It took being sent to spy on a spy to find it, but my place was always meant to be at Mila’s side, and years of performing odd jobs around a pack prepared me to be an Aleph. I should have had more faith in the Goddess when I always felt like I was struggling to tread water in the various roles. Each gave me insight and the knowledge to be a good Aleph in Demonclaw. The first year was a struggle. Harley and Trace didn’t have mates, so I worked with t
“Ah need ta see if ya taste as good as ya smell.” His husky voice was muffled against my abdomen as he lowered the thong. I’m lucky I’m still standing, and he wants to eat me out? While I’m in heels? I can’t see this going well, but I’m also too worked up to argue. My legs moved on their own, stepping out of the white thong. When my knees felt like they would buckle, I was suddenly scooped off the ground. I blinked and realized I was in Cillian’s arms, held against his bare chest. “Dinna want ya to fall.” He smiled as he carried me to the bed and set me on the edge. “Yes, that would have put a damper on the evening.” I agreed, licking my lips as I was at eye level with his abs, my eyes focused on the growing bulge in his dress pants. “Ya can finish stripping me later. Ah told ya Ah need ta taste ya.” Cillian waved a finger at me when I reached for his belt. “Have it your way, but if I finish stripping you, we could both get a taste,” I suggested with a smirk because he’s no
The law about heirs needing to complete their oath before mating needs to be revised and updated. I can change that later, but till I took that oath, I had to play my part and not rock the boat. And honestly, rocking a boat was not what was on my mind as Cillian and I ducked away from the festivities. Laws, restructuring, rebuilding, and generally all things Alpha-related are the last thing on my mind. We hadn’t mated in the week since Lucian died for many reasons. The law was low on that list. I needed to run the pack. There was a lot of damage caused, and many were injured, and some even killed. We had to plan funerals, including one for Lucian, and I had to speak as the next Alpha. I had to budget and prioritize the rebuilding efforts. Thankfully out of guilt, Incubi and Bloodmoon offered restitution for the damage caused. And then there is my mother and the cure, but Reed and Jonny both seemed uninterested in me helping, always telling me I had other things I should handle. No
I did NOT think this through. No matter the situation or cost, I wanted Mila when I scented her. But now, as I’m sitting on a bed in the Demonclaw Packhouse dressed in a black suit and gold tie, the cost is readily apparent. To be with Mila, I need to do something I never thought I would do. I need to leave my pack. Sheila was the first FireWolf to join another pack since the attack. Mary went to Silverclaw, but she left because her Bloodmoon mate was offered the role of Beta. Maureen went to Silverclaw when she found her mate Devon Green there. And now I’m going to leave to be Aleph of Demonclaw. Yes, I’m borrowing the title Darren took. There is no way I’m letting anyone call me ‘Luna Cillian.’ I was ready to knock out the other Demonclaw heirs, Harley, Trace, and Kanti, when they laughed and called me Luna. I didn’t hit them. I should have. But I did growl and tell them that the proper term for the male mate of an Alpha is Aleph. I told them if they have a problem with that title
I was so thankful we got to the packhouse in time to save my mom. All that goodwill faded when I felt the pain of my father’s demise. The whole pack felt the loss, and I could hear their howls in my head as they mourned their Alpha, unaware he was a monster. I should be crying, sobbing, or something. Right? Yet even though I choked out the news to Cillian, I couldn’t muster a tear. Of course, it hurts. He was my father and Alpha. But I can’t bring myself to express that pain. He was willing to kill my mother, his mate, and for what? Power. He never cared about the cure. He only wanted Weaver… er, Silvercloud’s talent. I only agreed to any of this nonsense because he said it was for her. Cillian may have told me it was alright to cry, but I didn’t want to. Lucian Đurić does NOT deserve my tears. He doesn’t deserve anyone’s tears. I might feel different later, but I can only muster indifference at his death right now. I have more important matters to attend to. With his death, I am Al
I was left dumbfounded with her taste still on my lips. It wasn’t enough. Not even by a long shot. I’d come here looking to be near her. I wasn’t planning to interact with her. Only to watch from afar. But then she pulled me into the stairwell, and having her touch me, even in a situation that shouldn’t be erotic, was. And that kiss… fuck me. Literally, I wanted her to fuck me. I don’t know which is worse: she ran off when she heard other people on the stairs or tried to use an Alpha command to make me leave. If you ask my blue balls, it’s the former. Conchobar isn’t happy about the latter. He feels slighted that our mate would try to use her rank to command us to do anything. As her mate, her command wouldn’t have worked anyways, so it’s more that she’d try to use it. Personally, both hurt. It hurt that Mila would flee so quickly, even if her parting words were trying to protect me. It hurt that she’d give up so easily. Am I not worth fighting to be with? I’d willingly fight at her
I am seriously over this game. I may be a good actress, but I LOATHE it. I loathe making a total fool of myself, especially over someone like Jonny Weaver. My stomach churns every time I have to force myself to smile and flirt with him. All I want to do is puke on or punch him since his father isn’t around to take the brunt of my repressed anger. I shouldn’t transfer my anger from the father to the son. Weaver had nothing to do with what his father did. It would be like someone putting my father’s sins on me. It isn’t fair. I at least don’t look like my father. Thank the Goddess for that. However, I have reason enough to be at least annoyed with Weaver. And Persephone, for that matter. I’d thought I’d been clear enough, given enough hints without outright telling them to mark so I could stop this charade. Yet instead of a mark, they show up to work with hickeys. What the fuck is wrong with them?! Anyone else would have taken my overly forward advances as a reason to complete the bond
Coming out to the camp and putting even more distance between me and Mila was supposed to be a good idea. I’d driven here and even unpacked in my counselor’s cabin. Yet I can’t shake this feeling that I’m not where I belong or should be. ‘Because our place is where our mate is.’ Conchobar unhelpfully commented. I rolled my eyes and hurried to catch up with the kids from my assigned cabin at their canoe activity. I’d already missed a day of activities. Thankfully there are always two counselors assigned to a cabin. When I arrived today, Fion at least wasn’t surprised. I assumed our parents told him I would be coming. He pointed me to my cabin and told me where my campers would be. I hurried down the hill to the lake and spotted the campers in the red shirts with the other counselor. They were easy to spot amongst the different groups by the lake for activities. My fellow counselor, Elyse Moore, a brunette who was all legs in her khaki shorts despite being short, was helping campers
I managed to mostly shake the feeling that someone was in that apartment after we left. I at least didn’t feel like I was being watched. Well, I still have the paranoid feeling that someone is watching me. My father doesn’t trust me to do this, so someone reports my movements to him. I’ve been going through all the possibilities of who could easily track my movements in the office, and my only conclusion is someone in security. When I entered the building with my fellow interns, I narrowed my gaze at the security guards, pondering which could be working for my father. None of them were werewolves… wait, I’m wrong. There is a werewolf among the guards. I don’t remember seeing him yesterday. Maybe he arrived later than me or while I was doing that boring intern orientation. I glared at the objectively handsome male as I passed him. He wasn’t from Demonclaw. His scent was that of Bloodmoon. Could my father have paid off someone from within Bloodmoon? Either way, he’s now the most lik