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 I just did that! Who am I? Because I’m certainly not myself, or at least not the person I was before I met Jonathan. Before him, I’d have wrinkled my nose and dismissed the idea of putting work aside for a guy. I’d probably have made a face and gagged at the notion of giving a blow job, least of all in a bathroom. That’s more something André would do. He probably has either with Darren or someone he knew before Darren. Yeah, I will stop thinking about that before I get sick. No offense to André. He’s a good-looking guy, but beyond that, he’s family. I don’t want the visual of him sucking some guy’s dick in a bathroom. I cringed, wrinkling my nose as I shook my head vehemently in the bathroom stall. ‘How about focusing on Jonathan and the dick you just sucked.’ Sara suggested. ‘You enjoyed it, and you know it. And if you want to lie and say you didn’t, your wet panties say otherwise.’ She taunted. I didn’t have time for her foolishness. I had to get myself under contr
I can deal with Cillian being outside as long as he doesn’t storm into the building. What’s got me worried is that André will be here tomorrow. I’ve not dealt with him a lot. I’ve only seen him at Logan and then Kurt’s weddings. And even in those brief situations, I know he’s a variable. He’s unpredictable, and his reactions to situations range from joking to murder. I should be able to handle that. But with the Demonclaw issue coming back to haunt me and still not having marked Persephone, now isn’t a good time to have an unpredictable and very dangerous Alpha hanging around. Darren can only mitigate his mate so much. I’d have felt better if he had waited and arrived with the others. Then there would be his father and sister to try and temper his unpredictable emotions. After John left, I looked at Persephone and could tell she was worried. Though I don’t know which she’s more concerned about, André’s pending arrival or that Cillian is a ticking time bomb of mate bond urges. I shoul
I knew the second my fist connected with that bitch’s nose, and I would end up in hot water. This isn’t like being in Incubi, where I’d get in trouble for fighting outside training sessions. Fights were allowed even when not sparring partners as long as it happened during training sessions. I’m sure even if this hadn’t happened in the lobby of Silvercloud with multiple human witnesses, Logan would be pissed at me. He’d warned me before we left to keep my temper in check. And I failed epically. Yet I don’t feel an ounce of remorse. Okay, that’s a lie. I felt some guilt when I saw Cillian’s face. I did punch and make his mate bleed. Even if she deserved it, he didn’t. Thankfully he doesn’t hold it against me. That was what worried me the most. I don’t care if Logan yells at me. He can’t outright punish me because I’m not Bloodmoon. If he wants to hand out a punishment, he’d need to get approval from Alec first. When they get here, Alec could decide I need to be punished. Even if he is
I expected to be ambushed by Logan upon returning to the pack house. Granted, I wasn’t expecting him and Aurelia to wait at the door. I hadn’t told him about what happened, but I knew he’d know. Even if Cillian didn’t say something, I know it would have gotten back to both Kinsley brothers that there was a fight at my office. My best guess is that Shikoba reported it after she heard from security. I didn’t predict that this fight would result in Persephone’s sister and brother-in-law decided to arrive early. Just what I didn’t want to deal with. It was one thing for them to be coming to probably taunt us about being mates and prod at me to be sure I was what they deemed worthy of Persephone. Now they are coming because of that Demonclaw bitch. So they’ll be on edge, aggressive, and protective of Persephone. I need to get this shit with Demonclaw resolved fast. And by fast, I mean like I needed it handled yesterday. I do not want Sicilian leaders arriving in Bloodmoon while she is sti
Marriage? MARRIAGE! Is he serious right now? I know it’s probably ridiculous to get flustered over something that should be trivial. Most werewolves don’t get married because it’s a human construct. Most times, it’s done because of this situation to ensure that a mate can move into a pack outside their home country. So it’s a logical suggestion. It’s just how casually he dropped the idea that got me. “I’m not saying that.” I shook my head. “Just kind of a sudden suggestion. And you said it so casually.” I explained. “Silvercloud, marriage may be a piece of paper to you, but it can mean more to people. Don’t take it so lightly.” Aurelia scolded. “I’d ask if wolves raised you, but that phrase only works with humans. Outside of Luna Elizabeth and Sybille, men raised you, so you know little about a woman’s wants.” Delilah snickered behind her hand as Aurelia continued to scold my mate. He at least looked embarrassed. “Sorry. I didn’t think of it as a big deal. I was offering a logical
I have my fingers crossed for Rohan and Shikoba. He didn’t seem freaked out that she was transgender. That’s a good sign, right? ‘He was quiet for ten minutes,’ Jaci pointed out. ‘He was talking things through with Thorn. Not a big deal. We talk shit through.’ I countered. ‘Never for ten minutes.’ Jaci shrugged. ‘Stop trying to put doubt in my head. I need at least one person, other than myself, to have a happy relationship with their mate. Cillian is already having a rough start to finding his mate. And Shikoba is awesome and deserves happiness.’ I sighed. ‘Leave it to them to figure out. You have enough on your plate with Persephone.’ Jaci suggested. He’s right, of course. I have enough on my plate with Persephone. There will be repercussions at the office for her fight with the Demonclaw girl. And then her family is going to be here tomorrow. I’m sure it won’t only be here that gets a lecture about her fight. I bet at least one or more of the D’Amore family will put the blame
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