Everything is coming together. And now they are all in one place. Time for Lucian to face the music and Demonclaw to learn what kind of Apha they have.
I have witnessed my sister in various emotional ranges in my life span, but I don’t think I have ever seen her in such a blind fury. The Crista I know wouldn’t hurt people, or at least not this extreme. She’d reserve such things for the person, or people she knew without a doubt were accountable. Hell, she’s the one that stopped Chesed from going medieval on Santi while he was being held in the cells. Right now, as I raced across the cratered battlefield shouting for her to stop, my words fell on deaf ears. Or at least on her deaf ears. The others all stopped. Darren knocked a Demonclaw wolf out of the way when André couldn’t draw back the lightning bolt he had used. Logan dropped the Demonclaw warrior he was facing and rolled his shoulders as his eyes returned to blue. At what I assume was Logan’s pack link command, the Bloodmoon warriors they’d brought with them stopped fighting too. Hell Darkness stopped, his head turning toward me as he held four warriors in the air by shadows. S
I didn’t think there would or could be a moment in my life that could bring me more joy than when I first saw Persephone. I was wrong. Seeing her again on that crater battlefield was a million times greater. She was alive, and I vowed to myself that I was NEVER letting her out of my sight again. I even excused, as the others called it, our Hallmark sappy moment. I don’t care what any of them think. They know they’d have behaved similarly if it was their mate. Logan was devastated when he thought Aurelia died taking out Seigfried. And Kurt was broken when he believed he had lost Isis in the fight against Sakina. They don’t get to say shit to me about hugging and making out with my mate after thinking I might never see her again. Seeing Persephone gave me hope. We were together again, and together we were unstoppable. Oh, that’s what I thought. We had a plan. We would imprison Lucian while we worked together and found a cure for Luna Anka and the others. It sounded simple enough. Until
I’m not good at waiting. Or at least not when it comes to Persephone. So after I ate, under extreme duress, and took a forced nap, I hurried back to Persephone’s side. As I walked into the dungeon room, I only saw Persephone. While I was resting, Tomila had her mother, and the others moved. I could have let Demonclaw transport Persephone, but I don’t trust them. Besides, I want to be with Persephone when she is transported. “Hey…” Crista yawned as she sat up. I’m guessing she hasn’t left Persephone’s side. She had been leaning on Persephone’s legs when I walked in. I thought I’d been quiet, but something must have woken her. Seeing Persephone like this hurts me in ways I can’t describe. I’m sure it’s just as bad, but differently for Crista. I don’t have siblings, but I know I’d feel gutted if Kurt was in that bed. “How long ago did the others get transported?” I asked. “Um…” Crista paused and checked her phone. “A couple of hours.” She sighed. “Tomila took Persephone’s vitals and a
I groaned as I tried to open my eyes. Everything from my hair to my toes seemed to ache. I’m way too young to be experiencing this level of body ache. Plus, I’m a werewolf. I shouldn’t feel these aches and pains until I’m over a hundred if I live that long, of course. Goddess knows I will likely do something that gets me killed long before that. And being mates with Jonathan, an explosion is the most likely way for us to go out. “Wow, you are a morbid person.” A voice called out. I sat up suddenly, ignoring the pain that maneuver caused me, and looked around again. I furrowed my brow as I squinted into the vast empty darkness I was surrounded by. Where am I? Who was that talking to me? It wasn’t Sara. The voice didn’t sound anything like her. “SARA!” I shouted as I forced myself to get up. “SARA!? Where are you!?” I called out, cupping my hands around my mouth to try and amplify my voice. I had this sinking feeling the longer the silence dragged on. Sara isn’t here, and I can’t
I’ve been at this for a month. It has been torture seeing Persephone like this for a month. I barely sleep and never leave the medical floor. I have only slept because my body shut down on me, or Logan showed up and used his Alpha command. I don’t care about anything that’s happened beyond these walls. I know that Shikoba has kept the company running smoothly, as always. She last reported to me that due to my name reveal, she’s had every employee sign an ironclad NDA that if they ever speak of who I am beyond these walls, the company will know and destroy them financially. She’s also kept everyone from asking questions about what we are doing on the medical floor and who the people we transported are. She’s covered it by saying it is a top-secret medical experiment that cannot be discussed. I know Bloodmoon is fine without me around. The pack has Logan, John, Charles, and their mates. If anything, it’s probably quiet around there without me. I see them at least once a week. Sometimes
It felt like an eternity since I’d been in his arms. I know it’s only been a month, but the true passage of time is meaningless when you are separated from the person you love and half of your soul. I know he joked about never letting me out of his sight, but I don’t plan to let him out of mine either. While I would rather not follow each other to the bathrooms unless it’s for sex like we did at the office when I gave him a blow job, I never want to be far from his side. I don’t know or care how long we were lying here. I know it wasn’t long enough. It will never be long enough. Wrapped in Jonathan’s arms, I feel safe like I’m home and never want to leave. There is only one nagging issue. I’m awake, he cured me of the virus, but I still can’t sense Sara. Have I lost her? Did the virus or the fact it took a month to cure me take her? Did she sacrifice herself so I could stand a chance at surviving to be healed? “What’s wrong?” Jonathan asked as if sensing I was worried about something
When Jaci marked Persephone, I lost my shit with him. Of course, my rant about consent and reminding him she was recovering from a coma fell on deaf ears. He is lucky she didn’t freak out on us. Or worse, her body could have gone into shock in her weakened state. I would not have forgiven him if his rush to test his theory of waking Sara had cost us our mate. Thankfully the mark didn’t have any negative outcomes. Jaci lucked out that his hunch was right, and not only did this wake Sara up, but Persephone didn’t get angry about it. It probably helps that I reminded him of the one consistent thing anyone who has ever tried to talk to me about marking has said, it hurts, and pleasure is the perfect distraction. Silly wolf would have left our mate in pain if not for me taking back enough control to ensure we gave her pleasure to balance out the pain. And despite her family walking in on us, we enjoy our marking. I’m not sure why they showed up now, however. I didn’t notify her that the c
While I enjoy Chinese food, Jonathan ordered what felt like a whole menu, and when he laid it all out on a table, I protested that it was more than we’d eat and even tried to suggest he give it to some of the employees. Yet nothing was left to offer to anyone else when all was said and done. I blinked in surprise as Jonathan popped the last eggroll into his mouth. “Did we seriously just eat all that?” I asked as I gestured to the empty containers. “Yep.” Jonathan chuckled as he started to gather the empty containers. “How? I mean, I know that as werewolves, we tend to need a higher calorie intake after we turn sixteen. But this is more food than I’ve ever eaten.” I frowned. “Persephone, you were in a coma for a month. You were given nutrients through an IV bag, but that’s not the same. And on top of that, we just completed our bond. Marking tends to be a draining activity.” Jonathan rationalized. “And what’s your excuse? Marking wouldn’t make you that famished.” I asked, arching 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