A MONTH!? Persephone has been in her coma for a month!? Reed has been helping try to develop the cure. Dove's talking to Persephone in her coma? So many questions.
Iāve 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 donāt care about anything thatās 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, sheās 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. Sheās also kept everyone from asking questions about what we are doing on the medical floor and who the people we transported are. Sheās 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, itās probably quiet around there without me. I see them at least once a week. Sometimes
It felt like an eternity since Iād been in his arms. I know itās 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 donāt plan to let him out of mine either. While I would rather not follow each other to the bathrooms unless itās 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 donāt know or care how long we were lying here. I know it wasnāt long enough. It will never be long enough. Wrapped in Jonathanās arms, I feel safe like Iām home and never want to leave. There is only one nagging issue. Iām awake, he cured me of the virus, but I still canāt 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? āWhatās wrong?ā 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 didnāt 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 didnāt have any negative outcomes. Jaci lucked out that his hunch was right, and not only did this wake Sara up, but Persephone didnāt 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. Iām not sure why they showed up now, however. I didnāt 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 weād 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. āDid we seriously just eat all that?ā I asked as I gestured to the empty containers. āYep.ā Jonathan chuckled as he started to gather the empty containers. āHow? 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 Iāve ever eaten.ā I frowned. āPersephone, you were in a coma for a month. You were given nutrients through an IV bag, but thatās not the same. And on top of that, we just completed our bond. Marking tends to be a draining activity.ā Jonathan rationalized. āAnd whatās your excuse? Marking wouldnāt make you that famished.ā I asked, arching m
Being fully mated is freaking amazing. I know Iāve been told Iād only understand my mated friends after I found my mate. I just never really believed it. That shows you how much I have to learn. And how much Persephone has changed my life and perspective on so many things. The last month has been hell; if I have anything to say about it, she will never leave my side again. Except for using the bathroom, that may be going too far. But I digress. Back to what I was talking about with being fully mated. We had worked well together during those short few days before the shit storm. That was NOTHING compared to now. Persephone had been in a coma while Reed and I worked on the cure, yet through our bond, sheās moving in sync with me, grabbing what I needed before I even voiced that I needed it. āWell, it appears showing up today was a waste of my time.ā Reed huffed as Persephone grabbed a beaker before he could. āStop whining.ā Persephone rolled her eyes. āItās not my fault that Iām in tu
Iāve not met Daniel Weaver, but my best guess is that Jonathan looks like him, though Iām not sure how much. It was enough that Anka mistook Jonathan for Daniel. Jonathanās feelings about his father are complicated. Thereās a lot of hurt and confusion in his mind and heart. Iām unsure how to help him through it, but I will do everything I can. Anka is awake, but there are still eleven more to go. For now, I can help with curing the infected Demonclaw members. I took some of the syringes and walked to one of the frail infected, a woman with red hair that I bet before she was infected was vibrant and full of life. I canāt help but wonder how these people were selected. Were they volunteers? Are they people that Lucian was condemned to death? I canāt imagine anyone volunteering for this, but I can picture that psycho using this as punishment. I considered these things as I injected her with the cure and watched and waited for her to wake up. Pale green eyes blinked at me, and her heart
Maybe if my mind werenāt elsewhere, Iād have been more present during the bigger dinner at the pack house. People had to repeat themselves when they tried to talk to me more than once. And I probably didnāt give Alecās food the chance it deserved. I am sure it was delicious, but I rushed through eating it and barely took a second to savor anything. Though even if Iād forced myself to slow down and try to savor what I was eating, I have a feeling it would have been tasteless. Again, not knocking Alecās cooking. But everything revealed at my office has left a bitter taste. Anka infected herself on purpose. The virus was always intended to kill a wolf spirit. Lucian infected his Gamma female and Delta. Everyone infected other than Anka was because they pissed Lucian off, including Persephone. Realizing how horrid he was and that he could have cost Persephone her wolf made me irrationally angry. It made me want to find a way to resurrect the bastard so I could kill him all over again, sl
Fucking hell! This keeps getting worse. I was hoping meeting Daniel would somehow reveal he was innocent in this. Or as innocent as someone forced to create something deadly can be. Instead, Daniel is shitting all over those hopes. He wasnāt forced to do things, at least not that heās admitting to. He knew what he was doing, and it made me sick. And I could feel how all this was hurting Jonathan. He never voiced it, but I knew he hoped his father could be a victim. But as far as I can see, heās only a victim of his own stupidity. Outside of some physical similarities, I see nothing about this man reflected in my mate. āWhatā¦what kind of person does that?ā I demanded. āWho the hell invents things like that? You knew what these things could do. Some scientists get a God complex, but you dared to make an invention that would trick the mate bond. You dared to spit in the face of the Goddess.ā I shook my head in disgust. āThere is a special place in hell for people like you.ā I wrinkled
I canāt believe itās been over three years since I met Mila. Who knew being assigned to spy on someone could change oneās 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 Milaās 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 didnāt have mates, so I worked with t
āAh need ta see if ya taste as good as ya smell.ā His husky voice was muffled against my abdomen as he lowered the thong. Iām lucky Iām still standing, and he wants to eat me out? While Iām in heels? I canāt see this going well, but Iām 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 Cillianās arms, held against his bare chest. āDinna want ya to fall.ā He smiled as he carried me to the bed and set me on the edge. āYes, that would have put a damper on the evening.ā 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. āYa can finish stripping me later. Ah told ya Ah need ta taste ya.ā Cillian waved a finger at me when I reached for his belt. āHave it your way, but if I finish stripping you, we could both get a taste,ā I suggested with a smirk because heās 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 hadnāt 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 Iām 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 Iām going to leave to be Aleph of Demonclaw. Yes, Iām borrowing the title Darren took. There is no way Iām letting anyone call me āLuna Cillian.ā I was ready to knock out the other Demonclaw heirs, Harley, Trace, and Kanti, when they laughed and called me Luna. I didnāt 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 fatherās 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 couldnāt muster a tear. Of course, it hurts. He was my father and Alpha. But I canāt 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 Weaverā¦ er, Silvercloudās 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 didnāt want to. Lucian ÄuriÄ does NOT deserve my tears. He doesnāt deserve anyoneās 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 wasnāt enough. Not even by a long shot. Iād come here looking to be near her. I wasnāt 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 shouldnāt be erotic, was. And that kissā¦ fuck me. Literally, I wanted her to fuck me. I donāt 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, itās the former. Conchobar isnāt 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 wouldnāt have worked anyways, so itās more that sheād 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 sheād give up so easily. Am I not worth fighting to be with? Iād 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 isnāt around to take the brunt of my repressed anger. I shouldnāt 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 fatherās sins on me. It isnāt fair. I at least donāt 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. Iād thought Iād 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. Iād driven here and even unpacked in my counselorās cabin. Yet I canāt shake this feeling that Iām not where I belong or should be. āBecause our place is where our mate is.ā Conchobar unhelpfully commented. I rolled my eyes and hurried to catch up with the kids from my assigned cabin at their canoe activity. Iād already missed a day of activities. Thankfully there are always two counselors assigned to a cabin. When I arrived today, Fion at least wasnāt 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 didnāt feel like I was being watched. Well, I still have the paranoid feeling that someone is watching me. My father doesnāt trust me to do this, so someone reports my movements to him. Iāve 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 werewolvesā¦ wait, Iām wrong. There is a werewolf among the guards. I donāt 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 wasnāt from Demonclaw. His scent was that of Bloodmoon. Could my father have paid off someone from within Bloodmoon? Either way, heās now the most lik