Of course, Logan, John, and Charles showed up and supported Silvercloud. Now Silvercloud is in panic mode. His estranged father shows up, Persephone is missing, someone got the drop on a Delaney, and the D'Amore family will be landing.
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
‘It’s going to be okay.’ Jaci encouraged me as I hesitated at the end of the hallway. ‘If he had anything to do with Persephone being kidnapped….’ I shook my head. ‘If he did, we will handle it. Now go. Do not leave this to Logan and Alec. It is our mate that is missing.’ Jaci snorted. I’ve spent the last sixteen years with faded memories of what I believed were dead parents. I can remember my dad in his lab. He was always tinkering with something. I remember he brought me into the lab and let me help mix some chemicals for an experiment. He put me in a lab coat that was far too big on me, and he had to roll the sleeves up so I could even use my hands. I put too much of one thing into the beaker, and there was a cloud of smoke, and then the smoke alarm went off. Mom came rushing in just as the sprinkler system kicked on and started soaking the room. I remember thinking I was going to be in trouble. But they started laughing. I always remembered the words he said to me after we clea
“Drop him…” I sighed as I shook my head. When Chesed didn’t respond, I mustered as much courage as Jaci, and I had and turned to glare at him. “I said, PUT HIM DOWN!” Chesed snarled at me, and I thought he would have taken a swing if Logan hadn’t gotten between us and shoved me back as he grabbed Chesed’s shirt and yanked him down to his level. “My Delta said to put him down. Now do it.” Jericho snarled. “Don’t think you are strong enough to defy me, Chesed. Maybe if you were Darkness, but you aren’t. Now stop being an asshole.” “I miss the days when I could interrogate people as I saw fit,” Chesed grumbled, shoving Jericho’s hand off him as Daniel landed with a heavy thud on the cement floor. “Pull your bullshit in your territory.” Logan rolled his eyes as his eyes changed from Jericho’s fiery red. “So you’ve spent the last seven years looking for a cure to your virus. And when you couldn’t do it, Lucian decided his best bet was my Delta. You escaped when you realized Lucian neve
So far, what Tomila had told me was accurate. I had managed to navigate my way out of the lower levels of their pack house. If I weren’t brought here against my will in an attempt to force my mate to mate with someone else, I’d find the scenery and the packhouse to be rather beautiful. The expansive building made of stone & timber had a lodge vibe, especially nestled into the wooded mountainside area that Demonclaw called home. But I am not here as a guest, so fuck this place. I knew I’d cover more ground if I shifted to Sara, but I couldn’t. Not that I physically couldn’t. Tomila wasn’t lying that Sara would return to full strength after she left. It makes me wonder what kind of power Tomila has that she could keep Sara weakened like that. No, the reason I can’t shift is… no pockets! How am I supposed to carry my phone, the medical chart for Anka, and the blood sample if I don’t have pockets? Sneaking out of here was going to take a lot of work. So I chose the slower method to en
I wasn’t looking forward to this. I would rather have let the others come to deal with Lucian while I went to save Persephone. I chose this path because I’m the one Lucian wants, and if I don’t show up, he could use that teleportation device, which I forgot to question Daniel about, to escape. I also choose to face him because, unlike Darkness, who can travel through shadows great distances, it would take me too long to reach Demonclaw. This was the best way to get Persephone and distract Lucian efficiently. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I silently prayed to the Goddess, asking her to protect Persephone. I opened my eyes as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to the right and saw my best friend giving me an encouraging smile. “We’ve got this, Silvercloud. We will keep Lucian here while Logan and the others get Persephone. They won’t fail.” Kurt assured me. “Now let’s go face this creep.” “We will have your pack, Delta Silvercloud. Even against my mate, I will fulfill m
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