It looks like Jacira thought ahead about many things. I bet Logan didn't even know there was an album in that box, just that he was told to give it to Silvercloud when he got his mate.
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
It’s been just over a year since Persephone came into my life. Meeting her has turned my world upside down in the best ways. Even if there were something negative to say about my PP (Post Persephone) life, I would never speak of it and deny it exists. Because even the negative that came from the turmoil of Lucian’s evil plans only brought us closer and helped me move forward from a past I spent years ignoring. I met my father, which was not the best moment of my life, but still nice to know he was alive. I’m still unsure how I feel about him, but I’ve dedicated myself to finding a treatment for his unique form of D.I.D. that his stupid super soldier serum created. It was a rough start. We could find a way to counter all but one ingredient from his original formula. Of course, he’d have to use an extinct plant. But our search for a treatment led to some awesome places. Like I got to see my mom or a remnant of her shaman power she stored in her pendant. And her gift for me and Persepho
I did the unthinkable. Something I didn’t think I’d ever do, but I guess that is a trend since meeting Jonathan. Being around him makes me want things I was adamant I wouldn’t like. Before him, I didn’t prioritize the idea of having a mate and couldn’t fathom a person being more important to me than my work. And here I am three years later, and I can’t imagine spending even a day away from his side. I also would taunt my sister about her dark room at the villa. I was so certain that even if I did find my mate, I would NOT want to bring toys into the bedroom or be bossed around. Given my sassy personality, I was certain I wouldn’t want to be dominated. An impromptu role-play in his office threw that out the window. It was one hell of a slippery slope going from virgin to having a sex playroom in the office and having some restraints and a selection of toys in our bedroom. At least we didn’t go so far as to set up a sex room in the house. Even though I’d fallen in love and found someo
The following chapters will be for the bonus story Cult of Love. Some events will overlap with events that took place in The Genius Delta.Cult Of LoveRohan Rock - I’m the Humpty Dumpty of Bloodmoon. My heart was shattered three years ago, and I firmly believed there was no going back. I’ve kept my heartbreak and shame private. I never expected my work would bring me a second chance. I should be on cloud nine, but my second chance is a human that knows nothing about our world and is mute. I know a werewolf and a human can be mates, but will she accept me? Can she accept what I am?Shikoba Thorn - Dating has never been easy for me. The men I've been attracted to can't see past my transition. As much as I would like to find love, I'd rather be alone than pretend to be someone else. It makes me envy Silvercloud and his cult, who firmly believe in soulmates and love at first sight. I don't believe in either of those things. But after one handshake with Rohan, I'm starting to. Did I drink
“Have you had any luck tracking down that scent?” Dad asked as he lowered the newspaper enough to look at me.I rolled my eyes, regretting even bringing up the odd scent at Silvercloud Industries. I’m sure it’s not what my family thinks it is. They are all excited, assuming I’ve scented my mate. I feel like an asshole that it’s been three years, and I still haven’t had the heart to tell them the truth. I found my mate back in Paris, and he not only ripped my heart out, but he also danced on its grave before setting it on fire and tossing the ashes in the trash.“I’m sure it’s nothing, pop.” I internalized my heavy sigh and filled my thermos with coffee to bring to work. “Just getting used to all the new smells at the office.”“Or it’s your mate, and you should find them.” Evie nudged my hip to get around me to reach into the cupboard. I grunted and hurried to grab my lunch. I didn’t want to talk about it. By not saying anything, I’m giving them false hope, but the pain is still there
WHAT THE FUCK!? He must be joking. I honestly wouldn’t put it past Jonathan to be joking about something like this. It’s not an okay joke to make. Especially since it’s not April Fools’ Day, he tells me he is a werewolf along with the Kinsley brothers and that this security guard he just last night asked me to pull background on is my soulmate and then WALKS away! He walked away to get laid. He left me in awkward silence with a stranger who thought I was his soulmate. What kind of asshole boss, let alone a FRIEND, does that to a person? I get he’s in some crazy ass cult, but he doesn’t need to pull me into this shit. I’ve spent four years ignoring the obvious cult nature that dominated his and the Kinsley brothers’ lives. Why drag me into it now? I am not anyone’s soulmate. I don’t even believe in that. Soulmates love at first sight, true love, etc., all that shit is a fantasy. It is MAKE BELIEVE! It exists in books and movies to try and build this false sense of hope in a hopeless w
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