Aw, poor Rohan is keeping his broken heart even from his family.
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 haven’t been able to get Shikoba out of my mind. However, that’s probably a given. She’s my mate and should be on my mind. What I couldn’t get out of my mind was the look on her face. I knew it was a lot for her to learn suddenly, so I ignored the skeptical looks. It was the other looks that I couldn’t forget. While the heated look she gave me when I undressed is memorable in a good way, the terrified reaction to Thorn made me sad. That final look on her face before the elevator doors closed did me in. I wasn’t sure what the look meant, but I feared it meant I might be facing a second rejection. I was a zombie for the rest of my shift at work. Thorn was being talkative, trying to discuss his feelings that our mate had something she was holding back, but honestly, his words fell on deaf ears. All I could think of was that last conflicting expression on her face and what it may mean for me. I don’t remember driving home or anything about the rest of my day at work. I didn’t even gr
Jonathan is in for such a lecture the next time I see him. He knows better than anyone to respect people’s privacy and never give out someone’s confidential information like their phone number or address. I get that they are in a cult… er pack whatever together, but that doesn’t mean he should just be offering this information to Rohan without my consent. I must be out of my damn mind to let him come here. I glanced around my apartment, relieved that I kept it tidy so nothing embarrassing for him to see accidentally. I’m good if he doesn’t go into my bedroom or the bathroom. Just because he knows I’m transgender does NOT mean I need him snooping around my bathroom and seeing the medicines I take as part of my hormone therapy or my tuck kit. A big difference between knowing I’m trans and having the proof in your face. Then I glanced at my outfit and realized I was not dressed for company. I’m untucked, wearing sweatpants and my old PSU tee without a bra. My hair is still damp from th
I’m not generally the irrationally angry kind of wolf. My parents raised me to save violence for last. Yet when I reached Shikoba’s floor and heard that man threatening her, all rational thought went out the window. All I could think about was getting him as far away from her as possible, preferably by causing the most pain. ‘It wasn’t irrational anger.’ Thorn grumbled as I followed her into her apartment after the unwanted visitor left, calling her by another name. ‘She seemed to feel different.’ I said. ‘She didn’t want trouble in her home. She’s at least a quick learner. She already leveraged the bond in her favor.’ Thorn pointed out. She certainly did. I sighed and glanced at my arm where she had touched me. I’ll give her credit for that. She saw the situation escalating and used the mate bond to end it. I should be glad she chose that method. It was better than hitting me or throwing something at the offending man and me. I still wish I had done more than dislocate his arm an
He’s insane, or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. Okay, so maybe he’s not insane. Perhaps this weird bond thing makes him not care that I’m trans and still have my dick. I know there are people out there that are into trans people.I’ve not been so lucky as to find a guy who can accept me exactly as I am. It’s like they only like part of me. Some like that I have my dick but are turned off that I have tits, while others like the tits but don’t like that I have a dick. There was at least one guy a couple of years ago that I thought could be someone long-term, but he suddenly ghosted me after two months, and I stopped dating after that.But even with Steve, I didn’t get these butterflies as I do with Rohan. M
She’s trying to kill or at least give me a heart attack. Seriously, what person in their right mind gets in the way of a pissed-off Luna? Especially when said Luna isn’t any ordinary Luna. Even here in Bloodmoon, we know that Luna Crista and her mate Alpha Alec are no ordinary Luna and Alpha couple. They have TWO wolf spirits, and the secondary wolf spirits are ancient ones, like we are talking back to the beginning of our kind ancient.Her loyalty to Delta Silvercloud is commendable, but she could have gotten seriously hurt. And I’m not sure how I would have handled that. Thorn was torn. He wanted to protect her but was intimidated by the sheer power of the ranked wolves we were surrounded by. It was an impossible situation for him and me.I
I just had my bruised jaw magically healed by a werewolf and walked through a werewolf town to go on a lunch date with my werewolf… boyfriend? Mate? I don’t know what I’m supposed even to call him. But that wasn’t weird enough. Let’s add finding my sister and her kids are in the werewolf town and were brought here by a VAMPIRE! Seriously what the fuck happened to my life? This is all way too much. I am going to need a stiff drink tonight. I could see about getting one now, but I’m not much of a day drinker. So it will have to wait till it’s at least five o’clock. For now, I’ll have to deal with this madness sober. The bright side is that Rohan is with me, and I know Shannon and her kids are safe. There is no way Michael or Eric would look here. I didn’t even realize this town existed before today. I didn’t want to use the key, so I knocked. I could hear the kids inside, the door muffled their voices, but they were worried. I can’t imagine what they’ve been through to get here. I d
We may have gotten a few raised eyebrows from other patrons at the cafe, but no one said a word about me sitting in a booth with three little human kids. They were quiet at first, not that I could blame them. I’m a stranger. Of course, they will be apprehensive about talking to me. But I like to think I’m good with kids, so it only took a few funny faces to get them giggling and at ease. “Not to get too serious on you guys, but how are you doing? I’m sure this must be a lot for you. To suddenly leave home and be in a strange place.” I asked before I took a bite of my club sandwich. The younger two shrugged and looked at their older siblings. There is a hierarchy among them, and it all rolls uphill to the eldest Kennedy. She looked pensive as if giving much thought to her answer. “Do you love our Aunt? Why would we not know about her? Are you like our dad? Or did she have a boyfriend like Dad and run away like Mom finally did?” Kennedy countered with questions of her own. “Well, th
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