Whoa. That flashback revealed some interesting information, but still left us with questions about Daniel.
I was still trying to puzzle out what Jonathan’s childhood memory could mean. He’s positive that whatever makes Daniel’s behavior seem erratic isn’t witchcraft. And based on what he told me of the memory, it sounds that way. It’s almost like Daniel had a split personality, and Jacira’s shaman power suppressed that vile side we have caught glimpses of. One thing was sure: Lucian attacked Wildclaw to get Daniel, and Daniel knew he was coming for him. But the memory left a lot of new questions. What kind of power would Lucian have that Daniel was certain no one could stand against? Was it something he invented? What kind of insanely evil shit did he make for Lucian? Would it explain why when Bloodmoon arrived to investigate, there weren’t any bodies or signs that Demonclaw was ever there? We agreed to wait until the others arrived before seeing Daniel. I don’t think either of us, especially Jonathan, is in the right frame of mind to see how, anyway. We spent the morning with Kurt and Is
“Sorry fer da intrusion.” Cillian apologized. “She was verra adamant dat we come straight to ya Delta Silvercloud. She dinna tink it could wait.” ‘Who’s she?’ Katrina questioned through my family link. “Luna Anka.” I nodded my head. “We didn’t expect any of you to be here so quickly,” I said. “This is Luna Isis of Silverclaw, Luna Katrina of Nebrodi, and Gammas Amelia and Stephen of Madonie.” I introduced them. “Guys, meet Luna Anka of Demonclaw, her daughter Alpha Mila er Tomila, and her mate Aleph Cillian.” “André will be thrilled to hear that his mate’s title is catching.” Katrina rolled her eyes. “Nice to meet you all.” She added. “Anka, what did you mean you can explain?” Jonathan asked. “It’s all in here.” Anka held out the black folder. It was rather thick, and at the sight of it, Daniel had jumped to his feet only to be held back by the chains. Daniel doesn’t want us to see whatever is in that folder. I glanced at Jonathan and knew that reaction only told us we wanted to
It was all just too much to process. After we returned upstairs, Isis and Persephone gave the rundown to everyone on what happened and the plan. I could feel Logan and Kurt looking at me, I’m not sure what they wanted, but my silence wasn’t it. Both have tried to ask me questions, but Persephone has expertly redirected and answered each time. I made a mental note to make it up to her to deal with all the questions later. ‘You still have your grand gesture. Remember the one you planned before everything went to shit.’ Jaci reminded me. ‘Yes, but some of that plan isn’t applicable now.’ I countered. I silently watched in awe of my mate as she handled four Alpha’s questioning every detail of the plan. I know her attitude has gotten on Logan’s nerves more than once, but it’s one of the things I love about her. She questions everything, including what an Alpha tells her, even if it’s her own Alpha. I think it’s a great quality for a ranked wolf. We can’t just blindly do what our
OMG! I can’t believe we just did that. We had sex in a car while someone else was driving! I don’t have a mirror to confirm it, but my face feels like it’s as red as Riordan’s hair. I’m the person who has mocked characters in movies, tv shows, and books that hook up in back seats of cabs and limos. How inconsiderate can a person get to have sex with someone a partition away? And now I am one of those selfish assholes.What the hell came over me? I mean, seriously, I didn’t believe sex would make Jonathan tell me why we went to the office. If he wants to surprise me, I’m going to let him. I don’t generally like surprises, but if it’s a surprise Jonathan has planned, I know I’ll like it.So why did I do
There’s only one word to describe the last three days…. INCREDIBLE! Okay, I could use many other words, but it seems most encompassing. Besides the gags, I’m fine with her wanting those gone since I prefer making her scream. We’ve tried everything in our playroom. When I first thought of converting this office storage area into a playroom, I was unsure how it would go. I didn’t want her to get offended and take this the wrong way. I also didn’t want my grand gesture to be sex because that’s not really showing someone that you love and putting them first. There is, of course, more to my gesture than this playroom. I just haven’t had a chance to show her. If we aren’t having sex, we’ve been sleeping, refueling, and hydrating. Shikoba was smart enough to think ahead and ensure the reception area kitchen was stocked with food and drinks. Not that it was enough. I had to text her this morning asking for more delivery to get us through the rest of the week. If Persephone weren’t in heat,
This week has been amazing and a whirlwind. The last thing I had expected Jonathan to do was set up a dark room for us, let alone in his office. I have zero complaints that he went ahead and did it. I didn’t expect it. Then again, I didn’t expect I’d ever want a room like that of my own. I always wrinkled my nose if I passed Alec and Crista’s dark room at the villa and shuddered just looking at the hallway that led to André and Darren’s wing of their villa. Yet I just spent a week enjoying a dark room with my mate. I’m also looking forward to using the space in the future. It will make breaks at work take on a whole new meaning. Not that we kept to the room. Sara was right in her prediction that we had sex everywhere in his office. On his desk, his office chair, the meeting table, the chairs at the table, the sofa, the club chairs, the coffee table, the floor, and of course, all the windows. The windows were hot since we could see out, but no one could see in. And I must be a devian
Do you know the saying that money can move mountains? Well, it might not be able to move a mountain literally, not that I’d want to relocate a mountain. That sounds ridiculous. But when you tell the pack contractor that money isn’t a problem, the only delays that can come are weather and product delivery. What could and probably should have taken a construction company a year or longer to complete was nearly finished in four months. Donovan has assured Persephone and me that our home will be ready and waiting for us to return from our honeymoon in late December. This is fine since we spend most of our time in the bunker or the lab in the office. We’ve had a lot on our plates, and I trust Donovan and his crew to get the job done and done right. You’d think wedding planning would be one of those things. And if we were any other couple, it probably would be, but we aren’t exactly normal. Persephone suggested we go to the courthouse in Portland and call it a day. I was on board with this
As much as I’m looking forward to today, I’m itching to return to the lab. I was sooo close to a breakthrough when my sisters, the ranked females of Bloodmoon, and Isis abducted me from the bunker. They are lucky I didn’t start breaking bones. It may have been months ago, but I will never be a fan of someone sneaking up on me or taking me anywhere against my will. I didn’t start throwing down because Sara talked sense into me and reassured me that the scents beyond the blindfold were my sisters and fellow ranked females. Kurt and the ranked Bloodmoon males had snatched Jonathan while he was returning from the reservation. None of them believed we would set aside the progress we’d been making on the treatment for Daniel to get married. All the cloak-and-dagger stuff was unnecessary. We would’ve left on our own. We did tell them we wouldn’t, you know, miss our wedding. ‘You know that’s a damn lie.’ Sara scoffed as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. ‘You hadn’t even packed. You’v
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