Scott, you are in so much trouble. And at least Persephone let Silvercloud explain.
I will blame the mate bond, and it was screwing my emotions. Itās the only explanation I have for my strong reactions to things that are not me. There was a logical reason he went by Weaver at the office. And it makes a lot of sense. People would treat him differently if they knew he was Silvercloud. For example, Reed would undoubtedly have a 180 change of attitude. Heās damn lucky Jonathan is as easygoing as Kurt and Isis said. I canāt imagine any other boss, undercover or not, would accept that kind of treatment. And while it might make jerks like him rethink their treatment of Jonathan, it would also make bitches like Mila fawn over him more than they already do. That girl was getting on my last nerve. At least THREE times after lunch, she āaccidentallyā came to our lab and needed directions. Every time I had to clench my jaw not to speak or growl or, more likely, snarl at the bitch. Itās good that I heal because Iāve dug my nails into my palms in sheer frustration. Each time Jona
When we stepped out of the elevator, Iād been excited to leave and spend time with Persephone far from the office. But, of course, that was impeded by Shikoba. The other staff that saw her snag me by the collar probably assumed I was in trouble for something. While no one in the building but Shikoba and now Persephone knows who I am, they all know that Shikoba is the eyes and ears of the mysterious Silvercloud. āWant to tell me whatās going on with the intern?ā Shikoba signed as she narrowed her eyes at me. āNot really.ā I shrugged and signed back to keep our conversation private. Usually, if she is dealing with someone, itās done through a text-to-speech device I designed for her. Iām working on a side project at the moment, which, if Shikoba is down, would involve an implant in her brain that would instead take her thoughts, and the computer would speak them, eliminating her from even having to type. It will be groundbreaking once I get it perfected. āRight, because you randomly
Riding in Jonathan’s Aston Martin DB5 erased all my troubles about Mila from my mind. Hard to think about annoying bitches that want my mate when I’m in a car like this. And while it was fun to tease him about him coming to Incubi, I never even considered that an option. If I were in line to be Beta of Nebrodi, I’d have fought for my rank. But I don’t have a rank and wouldn’t dream of taking him away from his role as Delta.Every trouble I had melted away on the drive back to Bloodmoon. Nothing else mattered between being in this car and talking about our future. I was excited to get to the packhouse because we’d let others know we were mates. I’ll have to video call my family back in Sicily. I would say I don’t know who will be more excited at this news, but I already knew it would be André.
I felt terrible for Hana. Honestly, I do, but at the same time, she knows Iām not her mate, and I canāt and wonāt fault Persephone for what she did. Show me a werewolf who would shrug off someone throwing themselves at their mate, especially their unmarked mate, and Iāll show you that youāre really on a movie set, and itās just make-believe. No werewolf would be chill about that. Mila was bad enough trying to touch and flirt with me. But she didnāt push the limit of Persephoneās patience by trying to kiss me. Even if I knew Hana would kiss my cheek, Persephone didnāt. Iām glad Logan and Aurelia didnāt get angry at Persephone. Not that Iād have expected Aurelia to, she was the first person to put Hana in her place. Plus, sheās had to put horny bitches in their place when it comes to Logan. She understands all too well that you canāt let others try to force themselves between you and your mate. And while itās a hard lesson, itās one Hana needs to learn. So I might have left Persephone
I now have one more reason to want Mila dead. And while Logan and Jonathan are not as concerned that she even knows him as Jonny Weaver, I am. She upped her flirting after he introduced himself. Sheās fixated on him, and I donāt like it. And no, itās not just because heās MINE, and I will cut a bitch for trying to get between us. Knowing who he is, not just to the company but to Bloodmoon, makes him a high-profile target. Then add in finding out sheās from the pack that destroyed his pack. Yeah, so many red flags are waving. At least Logan and Jonathan had plans to monitor her. I remember Cillian from the war in Sicily. He was with the others from Bloodmoon, looking for his mate. I donāt remember if he found one, but I know he fought well. He didnāt get himself in trouble like that guy, Clement. I wonder what happened to him after he came back to Bloodmoon. Not enough to ask or look for him. āIāll also ask Shikoba to impose additional restrictions on Milaās access to the building. I
Typically, Iām a distracted eater. So no one thinks twice about me sitting down, loading my plate, and digging in without much conversation. They always chalk it up to my brain going a mile a minute, and Iām probably eager to get back to my lab. And they would be right. But tonight is different. I still want to get to my lab, though not to work. Today Iām in a hurry to fuck or at least fool around with my mate. āIs everything okay?ā Delilah asked. āWas there some urgent pack business?ā She cocked her head, blinking innocent green eyes at me like she hadnāt just cock blocked me a few moments ago. āItās fine, Delilah. Itās being handled.ā Persephone answered her sister. Mikali arched his eyebrow from his seat at the table. I doubt it escaped his attention that Delilahās question was directed at me, but Persephone answered instead. Annai was giving me a similar look while still managing to stuff her face. I wonāt call her out on how much sheās got on her plate. Sheās pregnant, and if I
I havenāt been this eager to shift since the first time. I also havenāt been this glad I didnāt wear my standard sports bra and boyshorts. AndrĆ© may have taunted me about what I was packing, but that doesnāt mean I didnāt bring or donāt own cute underwear. The only reason I didnāt put on my usual sports bra is that this morning Sara tracked our mate, and I figured if I came across him, I should put in some effort. āJudging by how heās staring at you, it was the right call.ā Sara laughed. Okay, that was the ego boost I needed. Undressing to shift at the pack is totally different. I quickly undress and change to my wolf. Iām naked for all of two minutes. Right now, however, Iām taking my time undressing because Jonathan is looking at me like that. His brown eyes were getting darker and more intense, with the amber of his wolf swirling around starting to overtake more of his iris. Iāve been leered at once or twice. The offender lost some teeth and, when one dared whine to Alec about it
So typically, when someone thinks of the personality traits of us four ranked wolves, we each have our own vibe. Logan is the grump whoās easy to piss off. John is the polite level headed one. Charles is the rational, logical one. And Iām the laid-back one who will laugh off situations. That whole protective growling thing I did to Azriel was out of character. Yet nothing is more out of my usual vibe than Jaci taking more control and ripping the clothes off Persephone. Even before I could shift, it always felt like I had Jaci riding shotgun in my head, and after I shifted, he remained as my shotgun. I know itās not how most human/wolf spirits work, but itās how we are. So for him to take more control caught me off-guard. I get it. Jaci is as affected by the mate bond as I am. I just figured we had more self-control than that. Apparently, Persephone rubbing her hand over my dick as she offered to take them off was the straw that broke the camelās back or the wolfās patience. Not th
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