“Are you excited to start your internship?” Isis asked, turning in her seat to look back at me.
“Does energy equal mass times the speed of light squared?” I scoffed.
Kurt and Isis shared a look and broke out into laughter. I don’t know what’s so funny. I made a science joke, but it wasn’t even that funny. Maybe they are just humoring me and want me to feel at ease as I enter my dream job and be around a thirty-story office full of people I don’t know.
“Thanks for laughing, but it wasn’t that funny.” I shook my head at their weirdness.
“We know, but Kurt’s best friend Jonathan uses that line too,” Isis explained.
“Oh. Well, at least that explains your laughter. Will I be meeting this infamous Jonathan? He’s supposed to be the Bloodmoon Delta, but while my arrival meet-and-greet is a jet-lagged blur, I don’t remember him.” I asked, leaning forward.
“Um, yeah. Jonathan wasn’t at the pack house last night. He works at Silvercloud, so you’ll meet him. He’s supposed to be your Bloodmoon liaison.” Kurt explained.
“My what?” I furrowed my brow. I missed a lot with my jet lag and Sara’s late-night run searching for our mate.
“Uncle John and Alpha Logan assigned you and Delilah a liaison. Sort of like a guide and bodyguard all in one. Scott Fowler will be Delilah’s liaison. It will be his job to show her around Bloodmoon and Portland and ensure she gets to her classes and anywhere else she needs to go. Jonathan will be yours.” Isis explained.
“I guess that makes sense. That Scott guy better not get any ideas about hitting on Delilah. She hasn’t gotten her wolf yet, and I’d hate to have to break his face for being a pig.” I punched my right fist into my left palm.
“Don’t worry, Scott won’t make a move on Delilah. No one will. Beyond the fact she’s underage, everyone in both packs knows you two are Alpha Alec’s sisters-in-law, and they do not want trouble with him worse with Logan.” Kurt chuckled.
“Okay, good.” I nodded my attention, leaving the conversation and turning to the gorgeous building we were pulling up in front of.
Silvercloud HQ, I’ve seen pictures, but it’s even more impressive in person. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. I don’t know if I’m nervous or excited. I guess it’s both. If I prove myself this summer, this could be my future. I could move to Bloodmoon and work here full-time. Sure I’d attend college but working for Silvercloud has been my dream since the company launched its first product.
“Good luck today. Remember, Jonathan will drive you home.” Kurt smiled as he pulled to the curb.
“Okay, but… how am I going to know who Jonathan is?” I asked, reminding them I’d never met the guy.
“Oh, right. Here, I’ll text you a pic of Jonathan from our wedding.” Isis smiled as she tapped on her phone.
My phone quickly pinged. I checked Isis’ text and cocked my head as I looked at a photo from their wedding. It was Kurt in a white suit with his happy grin with an arm across the shoulder of a guy in a gray suit a couple of inches taller than him with black hair braided and a short beard making him look a bit maturer with an equally bright smile. His eyes were dark brown with a swirl of amber, making them seem to take a life of their own.
“Are you done drooling?” Kurt teased.
“Just because I’m a world away from André doesn’t mean I need you to provide his commentary.” I rolled my eyes and flipped him off.
“Have a great time. We’ll find more time to hang out while you’re here.” Isis smiled.
“Thanks for the ride, guys. Now get back to your pack duties.” I waved at them as I climbed out of the car.
I took a deep breath and went inside. It wasn’t hard to find out where I needed to go. There was someone from HR already corralling a dozen interns into a meeting room. We went through our orientation’s doldrums, which included taking pictures and providing our security badges to get into the building from now on.
Everyone seemed as excited as I was to be here. Though only myself and one other girl, Mila, I think her name is, are under thirty. It’s crazy that the other ten interns are adults with college degrees taking an internship to get their toe in the Silvercloud door.
We were treated to coffee and donuts. American coffee is GROSS. I’m going to need to find real coffee if I’m going to survive this summer. After coffee and donuts were given our company tablets, the first thing that popped up after I logged in was a request from Jonny Weaver, my assigned mentor, to bring him a quad shot caffe macchiato. He hadn’t even officially met me and asked me to bring him coffee, not just any coffee but my favorite.
Maybe it was too reactionary of me, but I made a cup of the shit American coffee we’d been served and made my way to give Jonny Weaver his coffee with a side order of a piece of my mind. He is going to learn early that I am not going to be a gofer. I am here for an internship as an engineer, not his personal assistant. I was so pissed when I flung open the door to his lab, nothing but unleashing that anger mattered.
“Hey, stronzo! Here’s your coffee.” I snorted as I threw the cup at him. I didn’t aim for his face since it was still hot, so I threw it at his chest.
“What the fuck!” He yelped, holding his shirt away from his skin. “Are you nuts? You don’t throw coffee at people. And you certainly don’t throw liquids around a lab full of electronics.” He shouted as he carefully peeled the now-wet shirt off.
Holy shit! I’ve seen plenty of naked guys in my life. People shift to and from their wolf, so nudity is part of the culture. I’ve seen some seriously handsome naked men too. Alexander Petridis looks hot nude, not that I would ever tell him that. He doesn’t need the ego boost, and honestly, I put him in the brother category in my brain.
But right now, looking at Jonny Weaver shirtless, I’m speechless. My throat is the Sahara desert, my heart is beating like I ran ten kilometers, and let’s not talk about what’s going on downstairs and leave it that Jonny Weaver shirtless is a turn-on. This is wrong on many levels. First and foremost, I have a mate somewhere in Bloodmoon.
‘Get your head out of your ass and take a deep breath.’ Sara instructed.
I figured she wanted me to calm down from my anger and stop getting turned on by this random guy. When I took a deep breath, I realized that was not what she meant. There it was, the new car smell of my mate, and it was coming from Jonny. Oh, fuck me, I just threw coffee on my mate and called him an asshole. He knowingly told an intern to bring him coffee, which is a dick move. So I won’t feel bad.
His hand froze as he used the dry part of his shirt to wipe away the excess coffee from his pecks. His head raised, his eyes connected with mine, and I recognized those eyes. The dark brown eyes with a swirl of amber, this is Jonathan. My mate is Kurt’s best friend and the Delta of Bloodmoon.
“Mate…” He growled low, dropping the shirt to take a step in my direction.
He stopped and shook his head that amber swirl in his eyes receding but still there. It seems the amber is his wolf. Does his wolf always ride shotgun like that? An ever-present part of him that even at his best friend’s wedding, his wolf’s eye color would be present?
“You’re Persephone…. Darren’s aunt-in-law.” He pinched the bridge of his nose as if recognizing me was a bad thing.
“Your point of reference is Darren?” I furrowed my brow, finding that a strange one. Why not recognize me as one of Isis’ friends or even as the sister of the Incubi Luna?
“I know there are a few other points of reference. Darren’s just the one I went with.” He shrugged, and my eyes went from his face to watch how his muscles moved at the gesture.
“I… I’m going to find a spare shirt.” He said, licking his lips as he looked at me before hurrying to the other side of the lab.
I raised my eyebrow, wondering what that was about. Is Jonathan pissed that I’m his mate? I don’t remember Isis or Kurt mentioning he had a girlfriend, but it’s possible. The idea that Jonathan may have a girlfriend had me angry and Sara ready to claw out a bitch’s eyes.
Is he embarrassed to be shirtless? Or is this about the whole coffee thing? As I pondered this, I watched as he carelessly threw things around, making a lot of noise as he searched for a replacement shirt. How does he get any work done here? His lab is a total pig sty.
‘It probably is because of the coffee thing. And because you are related to a very powerful and feared Alpha.’ Sara sighed. ‘You need to apologize for throwing coffee at our mate.’ She insisted.
“Um…so I’m sorry about the coffee.” I apologized.
What a start to our relationship. Some day if we have kids and they ask how we met, I’m going to have to tell them I threw coffee on him. Even if we don’t have kids, my sisters and other people will want to hear how we met. Crista can say she met Alec in her darkest days. Katrina says she met Tie in her dreams. André says he met Darren in the heat of battle. And I’m going to say I threw coffee on him. Ugh.
“It’s just that I got my work tablet and got an email from you wanting me to bring you a quad shot caffe macchiato,” I explained. “And Tie has been teasing me for months that interns are just gofers that don’t get to do work and are more coffee and food fetchers or the person taking notes or getting copies for a meeting.”
“That email wasn’t supposed to go to you.” Jonny… Jonathan sighed as he found a white tee.
“I asked the person in charge of the intern meeting about it. I asked Kurt what kind of coffee you liked. I know American coffee isn’t up to par for people who didn’t grow up on it. Isis still wrinkles her nose at it.” He frowned as he pulled the shirt over his head. It may not have a giant coffee stain, but it has various grease stains, so it’s certainly not clean, but I kind of like that.
“Oh…now I feel even worse. You were trying to do something sweet for me, and that was before knowing I was your mate.” I sighed softly.
Ugh, I know that sigh. Crista sighs like that when Alec does little things for her, like drawing her a bath. It’s the sigh of a sap in love. I slapped my face lightly. I can’t turn into some pile of mush just because I met my mate. I am still here to do a job. I need to prove myself to this company if I want it to be my career. And I can’t do that if I’m making goo-goo eyes at my mate all day.
I’d just managed to get into my lab before I got a text from Shikoba telling me the interns were being sent to the mentors. I was getting a workstation prepped for Persephone to use when my lab door slammed open. I turned in surprise at the aggressive way the door was opened, ready to tell off whomever it was. I didn’t get that chance because hot coffee was thrown at me, and I was called something in Italian, and I bet it wasn’t pleasant. I’m a werewolf, so I’ll heal from the minor burn from the hot liquid, but it hurt, and I shouted at the offending individual. I was so damn flustered with my annoyance and the pain that I ignored the person that threw coffee at me. Hell, I didn’t even think about taking my shirt off in front of this belligerent stranger. I paid closer attention as I tried to dry the coffee off my chest. Jaci had been inching closer, trying to get me to focus on the person in the room with me. And when I smelled that new car scent from near my bunker, it hit me.
What the hell is wrong with me? I am not the jealous type. If I were ever going to be jealous, I would’ve been jealous of Crista growing up. She was the firstborn and, therefore, the Beta heir. She was the one with a white wolf making her special before we knew just how special. But I never was, so there is no reason I should suddenly be the jealous type just because I met my mate. ‘That fucking bitch was flirting with him and touching him on purpose. She’s a werewolf too. She knows he’s not her mate but still flirted with him.’ Sara growled. ‘She must have sensed the chemistry and tension between you and Jonny. She’s a fucking bitch, and we should claw her damn eyes out.’ Sara snorted. ‘We can’t do that, and you know it. We are at work.’ I reminded my wolf. Something tells me getting into a fight wouldn’t just risk my potential future working for Silvercloud, but it would put Jonathan in the middle. I’d feel terrible if my being possessive cost him his job. Sure, he has his positi
I used to tease Logan that he and Aurelia couldn’t be left alone in his office, or they’d get no work done because of all their fucking. He would flip me off and tell me to wait. I fully understand why none of my friends share an office space with their mates, and I don’t think I can do this. My lab at the office is spacious when it’s just me, but with Persephone in here, I feel like I’m in a closet. She’s both too far and too close. It wouldn’t be a big deal if this were my bunker lab. I could touch Persephone as much as she’d let me without worrying about someone watching and what it could do to her future in this industry. But we are in the Silvercloud HQ, and I don’t want to do anything that risks the reason she’s here. She didn’t come here to find her mate. She came here for this opportunity with my company. So despite what Jaci and I want, I’ve tried to ignore her scent and the pull of the bond. I’m both grateful and annoyed that Shikoba sent that text that interrupted our kis
It was rather endearing that Jonathan kept forgetting Mila’s name. I don’t even care if he does so intentionally or not. She can eat her heart out. I may mean that literally because he’s mine. She’s a werewolf, so she better start respecting that. If she doesn’t, we are going to have serious problems. ‘You know what would put her in her place.’ Sara commented as we entered a little bistro a couple of blocks from the office. ‘Kicking her ass?’ I offered. ‘Well, that could help. But the best way to get any she-wolf to leave our mate alone is to mark him.’ Sara licked her lips. I couldn’t help it. I looked at Jonathan’s neck and tried to picture a mark there. I’m Beta by blood, but he is a Delta. So, whose mark would it be? Would his neck bear the Fayte dove, or would it be his family’s mark? That made me ponder his family’s mark, and more than that, I wanted to know more about him. I only know a little from what others have told me. “What’s your family like?” I found myself b
Shit, shit, shit! I quickly got up from the booth as my future ran out the door dragging her sister behind her. Scott at least had the self-awareness to look remorseful. “I…” He opened his mouth but quickly shut it when I glared at him. “You pick up the tab. I need to chase down my mate and hope to Goddess that she forgives me.” I growled, jabbing my finger into Scott’s chest. “And you get to answer to Logan for your slip.” My identity is supposed to be a fucking secret. It has been that way since I launched the company. The only way someone outside the pack finds out who I am is because they are mated to someone in the pack. The only tiny sliver of gratification I got was how pale Scott turned when I said he’d have to answer to Logan. ‘She’s our mate, and your dumbass couldn’t find time in the conversation, like when she asked about your family to mention you’re Silvercloud?’ Jaci scolded me. ‘If you ruined things with our mate, I’m not forgiving you, and we are beating Scott so ba
I will blame the mate bond, and it was screwing my emotions. It’s the only explanation I have for my strong reactions to things that are not me. There was a logical reason he went by Weaver at the office. And it makes a lot of sense. People would treat him differently if they knew he was Silvercloud. For example, Reed would undoubtedly have a 180 change of attitude. He’s damn lucky Jonathan is as easygoing as Kurt and Isis said. I can’t imagine any other boss, undercover or not, would accept that kind of treatment. And while it might make jerks like him rethink their treatment of Jonathan, it would also make bitches like Mila fawn over him more than they already do. That girl was getting on my last nerve. At least THREE times after lunch, she “accidentally” came to our lab and needed directions. Every time I had to clench my jaw not to speak or growl or, more likely, snarl at the bitch. It’s good that I heal because I’ve dug my nails into my palms in sheer frustration. Each time Jona
When we stepped out of the elevator, I’d been excited to leave and spend time with Persephone far from the office. But, of course, that was impeded by Shikoba. The other staff that saw her snag me by the collar probably assumed I was in trouble for something. While no one in the building but Shikoba and now Persephone knows who I am, they all know that Shikoba is the eyes and ears of the mysterious Silvercloud. “Want to tell me what’s going on with the intern?” Shikoba signed as she narrowed her eyes at me. “Not really.” I shrugged and signed back to keep our conversation private. Usually, if she is dealing with someone, it’s done through a text-to-speech device I designed for her. I’m working on a side project at the moment, which, if Shikoba is down, would involve an implant in her brain that would instead take her thoughts, and the computer would speak them, eliminating her from even having to type. It will be groundbreaking once I get it perfected. “Right, because you randomly
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 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