Well, that is certainly one way to start the day, lol.
A tiny, like a planck worth, part of me feels sorry for Hana. She’s turned sixteen and had hopes that someone in the pack would be her mate. In the end, none were, and some even found their mates within the pack. So it’s an emotional time for her, but that’s not an excuse to be a rude little shit. Persephone is the Delta female of Bloodmoon. Okay, she isn’t yet, but she will be after I mark her and she takes her oath. Technicalities aside, as the Princess of this pack, Hana should be treating Persephone with more respect than she has. She was probably nicer to her before finding out we were mates, which is a problem. Hana cannot simply treat someone rudely just because of who their mate is, especially when that person is going to be a ranked member of the pack on top of being the sibling of an allied pack’s Luna. She knows better but is choosing to be a child. I’m glad she’s leaving today. She’ll be gone all summer, and while the gatherings will most likely be a bust, she can use th
That girl certainly has a lot of empathy for others. No wonder anyone I’ve spoken to about the Fayte sisters has always called the youngest the cinnamon roll sweetheart. Crista is the eldest and takes on a more matronly and collected role. I am mated to the middle sister, who by all accounts is the unpredictable wild child that is a total smartass. And honestly, that’s an accurate description of my mate. “She’s your assistant and knows the truth. And even then, she only knows a part of the truth. Without knowing you’re a werewolf and about our culture, you suddenly being involved with a person you just met is probably alarming.” Delilah sighed. “Still don’t like her calling me his fuck buddy,” Persephone grumbled, biting into her muffin aggressively. “I’ll talk to Shikoba to the extent I’m allowed, and it will be handled,” I promised. “I need to text her and confirm that all interns need to have their access locked down and that it includes you.” I sighed, taking my phone out. Me:
I’m glad we could clear Rohan’s name. That bird intrigues me almost as much as my mate. It doesn’t explain how Dove knew something Jonathan didn’t. There’s no logical reason that Dove would know Rohan was rejected rather than mateless. That is such bullshit. It makes me want to travel to Paris, find his rejector, and teach him a lesson. I can’t wait until we get the chance to dig into what Dove can do. And realizing that Sybille is Luna Sylvia’s sister was a trip. I’m going to have to tell Delilah. I don’t want her to find out suddenly. My sister is more emotional than I am. So knowing her, she’d break down crying and hug Sybille making the woman uncomfortable. I should also make sure Crista and Tie know if they don’t already know. I wouldn’t want them getting caught off guard when they show up. There will be enough drama without adding to it. A lot was going on in my head. I have a meeting with the female leaders of Bloodmoon, and we need to schedule appointments with my potential g
The phone conversation Cillian overheard freaks me the fuck out. I still haven’t managed to wrap my head around Cillian being that Demonclaw girl’s mate. Yes, I’m still calling her that. Until she’s been cleared of suspicion, she doesn’t get to have a name. And I don’t think that will be happening. Persephone might be right that I’m targeted not because I’m Silvercloud but because I’m a Weaver biologically. And I don’t know what’s more distracting. All this crazy shit or Persephone’s presence in my lab. Either way, I’m distracted, and it’s making coding difficult. Lunch break couldn’t get here soon enough. I may not be able to do much about the Demonclaw shit, but I can do something about Persephone and the gravitational pull the bond creates. We hadn’t directly discussed our lunch plans, but the way we kept looking at each other, I felt we were on the same page. I’m not sure where we could go that would genuinely be private. Then the thought hit me that we could use my Silvercloud o
Damn, it felt good to put Mila in her place. Sure it might get me in trouble with Logan later for claiming Jonathan in front of Mila, but screw him. It’s totally a hypocritical move to tell us we shouldn’t be public about our relationship. When I knew that even when he was supposed to be hiding that he and Aurelia were together, he let jealousy of Colby hit on her override logic and told him to back off his mate.Not like she believed me anyways. She probably thinks I’m saying it because she tried to say the same thing yesterday. The only difference is that I’m telling the truth. And whether we find out what she’s up to before my family arrives or not, once they leave, my mark will be on Jonathan so no one can ever second guess who he’s with again.It makes me wonder wh
I am so fucking happy for Shikoba and Rohan. After hearing what his first mate did, he deserves a second chance mate. And Shikoba is incredible. I’m glad she can finally know the last big secret I was keeping. Maybe now she’ll stop calling the pack a cult. What a domino effect of new mate bonds the arrival of Persephone has created.Cillian wouldn’t have been assigned to spy on that Demonclaw girl if she wasn’t here. And if Cillian didn’t spy on her to find out they were mates, he wouldn’t have excused himself from the assignment. And because Cillian couldn’t spy on the Demonclaw girl for the pack, Rohan was brought into the mix. And now he’s found his second chance, mate. Other than the whole Cillian being mates with that Demonclaw girl, these are good things.&nbs
Goddess, help me. Is this a genetic thing, or just osmosis? I was so fucking turned on when he took control like that. I LIKED it when he spanked me. I liked it even more when I could watch us from multiple angles. I’ve become a sexual deviant. How the hell did this happen? I’ve mocked Crista, Tie, and even Darren for YEARS about how they get off being dominated by their D’Amore mate.Yet here I am, getting my rocks off on Jonathan, dominating me, bent over his glass desk, and it’s not just any glass desk. It’s a fucking see-through computer! His desk is a fucking computer! That is so Silvercloud. It’s crazy. This is the kind of insane, next-level, mind-blowing tech I expected when I started working here.‘Forget the damn desk! How
I hope that Shikoba calls Rohan, and they can talk through things. Their situation has obstacles, but they can be overcome easily with communication and understanding. It’s an easier hurdle to get past than Cillian and that Demonclaw girl. Yes, I will keep calling her that till her name is cleared, and even then, I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll change my mind if things with her and Cillian work out, but I won’t be holding my breath. I decided to put the concerns about these budding mate pairings to the back of my mind. I have my mate to deal with. I get she felt she needed to tell Shikoba about Rohan’s past, but even as Shikoba’s friend, I didn’t think it was my place to reveal my packmate’s shattered love life. I’ve already planned to punish her for it when we get home. And given how things played out in my office, I think she will like how I punish her. Now I need to survive the rest of the workday, which feels like an impossible task. I’m barely able to concentrate on my coding. As if be
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