I know this chapter was a long time coming. My day job was very hectic last week, along with publishing a Valentine's Day bonus in Beta's Surprise Mate. But I'm back on target.
I wasn’t lucky. Why would I be? If this night has proven anything, I’m not getting lucky by any definition of the word. So I shouldn’t have been surprised to open my door and see my little sister sitting on my bed. The second the door opened, she jumped at me and wrapped me in a hug so tight and comforting that it reminded me of how mamma would hug me, and I started to cry. She is the youngest but the most like our mamma. “Persephone…” Delilah sighed as she hugged me tighter with one arm and stroked my hair with the other. Yep, she hugs just like our mamma. “Ho…how did you know I’d be coming back?” I managed to sniffle out. “Sara told me. She didn’t tell me why. I knew that if you came back here, something bad had happened, and you would need support. That you’d need your family. Need me.” Delilah softly explained as she continued to stroke my hair. “You don’t have to tell me what happened, but I’ll listen if you do.” “We…he…”I sighed, not even sure I could explain it. “We… we were
As I watched Persephone climb the ladder, my heart broke into a million pieces. I winced as the hatch slammed shut and hit my head on the ladder. I don’t know how things got to this point. But I know I regret even opening my mouth. I am officially the DUMBEST person on the planet. ‘YES! Yes, you fucking are! I can’t believe you! She was NAKED, tied up at OUR mercy, offering herself to be marked. And what does your ‘genius’ ass do? You REJECT her offer! You tell her no because of some agreement with Logan. He may be our Alpha, but Persephone is our MATE!’ Jaci yelled at me. ‘I know. I know I’m a fucking ignoramus.’ I sighed, hitting my head on the ladder a second time. ‘I shouldn’t have even said anything about marking. If I’d kept my mouth shut, she’d still be here, and we’d be having sex.’ I groaned. ‘You don’t get it.’ Jaci sighed in exasperation. ‘It’s not about that. It’s about you putting Logan’s orders above what Persephone wants. You made her feel like she isn’t the most impo
I groaned as I tried to open my eyes. My head is killing me, and I feel lethargic and weak. I tried calling Sara in our mind, but she didn’t answer. Is she still upset about last night? No, this feels different. Even if she was mad at me, I should be able to see her in my mind. What the hell happened? I squinted up at the fluorescent light that buzzed above me. Fluorescent lights? I’m not in Silvercloud, then. They use LED lighting, it’s more energy efficient, and you don’t get that stupid flickering shit. As I sifted through my memories, a familiar face started to come into view. I wrinkled my nose and growled as I saw Mila. Seeing her face clicked everything into place. I’d gone to HR for my disciplinary meeting and felt someone stab my neck. And I remembered seeing Mila and a man who called her his daughter standing over me. That bitch kidnapped me!? From within Silvercloud!! How? How the hell could she have pulled that off? Jonathan’s office is one of the most secure places arou
“I see you still have your mother’s thick skull.” The ghost groaned as he rubbed his nose. ‘That’s no ghost.’ Jaci growled, still ready for a fight. ‘But it has to be. Or maybe a robot. He can’t be real.’ I know I’m in denial, but who wouldn’t be when face to face with a man you believed died sixteen years ago? “You’ve grown. You look a lot like I did when I was your age. Though better looking since you got Jacira’s complexion and eyes.” He blinked at me and then had the balls to smile. If he’s Daniel Weaver, he doesn’t get to fucking smile at me. I’m not sure what snapped in my mind, but that smile and his even daring to say my mother’s name sent me over the edge. I drew back, punched him hard, put my all into the hit, and sent him flying back into the field where my bunker was. His unidentified biometrics triggered the proximity alarms. “Whoa…whoa…easy, son.” He stammered, holding his hands up as he looked at the multiple weapons trained on him. “You do NOT get to call me that,
I reached my office in record time. I’m probably lucky I didn’t get pulled over. That would have wasted precious time, and I might have snapped at a cop. I parked and ran like my life depended on it into the office. I completely ignored the security guards and any employees I had to shove out of my way as I made a beeline for the HR offices. I didn’t have to guess which office belonged to Lawson, his door was off the hinges, and I could see Riordan’s red ponytail. I nudged Riordan out of the way to get into the room. Lawson was in his chair looking terrified as Azriel questioned him, with Riordan brooding with his arms crossed. I felt my heart clench as I picked up Persephone’s fading scent in the room. She had been here. Who else was in here with her? And how could they have gotten her out of my building without anyone noticing? “Weaver? What are you dressed up for? Do you have court?” Lawson furrowed his brow as he realized I had walked in. I ignored his comment about the way I was
I don’t know how long I’ve been out. I do know my jaw is aching from the stupid gag. I made a mental note that if I ever get to be with Jonathan again, I will tell him that being gagged is a no-go for me. I’m too mouthy to be shut up for extended periods. ‘Only gag you want is his dick.’ Sara weakly taunted. I felt tears stinging my eyes. I have never been so fucking happy to hear Sara’s voice. I don’t think I was this happy when I had my first shift. I wasn’t sure how potent the wolfsbane serum Tomila gave me was, so I worried it would be hours or longer before Sara could wake up if she woke up before I was dosed again. ‘I have never been so fucking happy to hear your perverted mouth.’ I sighed in relief. ‘I feel so weak.’ Sara groaned. ‘Mila, or should I say Tomila drugged us with what I can only assume is a cocktail including tranquilizers and wolfsbane.’ I explained. ‘Mila? That fucking cunt. When I feel stronger, I’m ripping her throat out.’ Sara half-heartedly growled. I do
My mind was all over the place on the drive to Bloodmoon. It was too much yet too little time to process everything. And honestly, it took a lot of work to think about anything but what they could do to Persephone. This is my fucking fault. We wouldn’t be in this mess if I’d marked her last night. She would have been with me this morning. She would have been with me when Daniel ambushed me instead of at the office getting kidnapped. Lucian’s message told me to go where I lost it all, but that doesn’t mean the Wildclaw pack city ruins are where he’s holding my átawit. Most likely, it’s just a meeting place he felt would hurt me while being neutral in the sense of not inviting me into his territory. It’s a trap. There are no ifs or buts about it. I’d been so worried that I had nearly forgotten what kind of shit show I was about to walk into. I quickly came crashing back to reality as I heard shouting before I even opened the doors to the pack house. “WHERE THE HELL IS MY SISTER!? I TR
I waited in silence, willing my heart to slow down and stay steady and as quiet as possible. Lucian was still on the other side of the curtain. And I am NOT letting that fucker catch me. I went through my options when he pulled the curtain back. Slowly I inched back, trying to position myself perfectly under the bed so he couldn’t see me. I prayed that the scent of whoever was above me would help cover my own. I watched Lucian’s dress shoes as he walked down to the far end and stopped at a bed. He’s not looking under the beds, so it’s not like he came to this side of the room to look for me. So what is the heartless piece of shit doing? Going to torture some comatose patience? I mean, it wouldn’t put it above him. This guy issued the order to eliminate Jonathan’s birth pack. “Soon.” Lucian sighed heavily as he leaned on the bed’s footboard. “Soon, Anka. Daniel may have failed to provide a cure to his virus, but I am certain his son won’t fail.” I clapped my hand over my mouth. Jonat
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