20 uncomfortable questions with children, lol
“It’s wonderful to meet you all. Being here on such a crazy day has overloaded all of you. Julie mentioned you were staying above her cafe. Now I’m sure that place can’t have much in the way of entertainment. Especially for little ones.” Mrs. Rock smiled sweetly. “If you want to grab anything you might need for the baby, you can come to our house. We still have Rohan and Evie’s toys, including the playset out back.” She offered. “I don’t know. We wouldn’t want to impose, and my friend is supposed to come later.” Shannon chewed her bottom lip. “I can tell Byron we’re at my family’s house. He’ll find you just fine.” Rohan assured. “Please, Mom. I want to play.” Walt pleaded. “There are plenty of rooms so that the younger ones can take n-a-p-s.” Mr. Rock added spelling out the word most toddlers dread. “Fine. We can go to the Rock’s house.” Shannon sighed and nodded. “I’ll go by the apartment to get more of Russ’ things.” “Rohan and Shikoba can do that for you.” Mrs. Rock volunteer
You’d think things would have settled down, and to a degree, they have. Sadly Miss Fayte is still in her coma while Delta Silvercloud and a chemist from Silvercloud, who, for reasons I don’t fully understand, is aware of our secret, work night and day to find a cure. And since Delta Silvercloud’s sole focus is making that cure, Shikoba has been working even harder. Which means I’ve seen less rather than more of her. I’ve managed to squeeze in a handful of dates since we met. And I do not count attending court hearings about Michael and Eric as dates. Because they aren’t, even if we grab something to eat before or after the hearing. And the few dates we’ve had aren’t often just the two of us. We’ve double-dated with Shannon and Byron while my sister babysat Shannon’s kids. All I want is alone time with my mate. I know she has an important job, and with Delta Silvercloud’s focus on anything but the business, she’s picking up even more slack than before. But I’d like for our dates to be
What was going through my mind when I told Rohan I’d go through with the mating on the next new moon? I must have been insane to say I’d be ready to do this in a WEEK! I haven’t had sex with anyone since my surgery. Well, I tried to be intimate, but the guy freaked out when the reality of my transition hit him, and I’ve not bothered since. “Everything okay? We don’t have to do this. I can turn around and take you to your apartment or hang out at the house. Whatever you want and are comfortable with.” Rohan offered, placing his hand on my knee, making me jump, and I realized I’d spaced out. I shook my head and quickly typed my reply. He’s better with sign language, but I don’t want him to take his focus off the road to read my signs. “I’m okay. I’m just nervous, and that won’t change by putting this off for another month. So, no turning around.” I assured him. “If you say so. The offer is there even after we get there. You decide this is too much, and we will go home.” He promised a
The last five months have been the best of my life. After Shikoba and I completed our bond, everything clicked into place. I don’t just mean with our bond, but it was like a domino effect. For the most part, it’s only been good things. Some outcomes could have been better, but I’ll take what I can get. Delta Persephone and all the others infected by the virus were cured. Michael was given a slap on the wrist, serving ninety days for what happened at Shikoba’s apartment and outside Silvercloud. Delta Silvercloud made sure they had surveillance footage from both locations. Eric, however, got fifteen years. I know fifteen years sounds high for first-time domestic abuse charges. That’s the thing domestic abuse was only one of the charges Eric faced. I’m not sure how or why, but Eric was wanted for embezzlement, fraud, extortion, and possession with the intent to sell something like twenty pounds of cocaine. He was adamant that the chargers were fake, but all evidence said otherwise. Whi
He kissed his daughters, shooed them back to their nanny, and told her to take them to get something to eat. Once his daughters were out of sight, he joined us at the table, sitting opposite us. He sighed, set a folder on the table, and passed it to me. “Read it.” He nodded. I frowned and opened the folder. It was medical documents. It outlined in detail that Rémi’s wolf and heart have suffered major damage due to his chosen mate leaving him. I’m still not sure why he’s showing me this. “And?” I asked as I pushed the folder back to him. “I’m dying, Rohan. I came here as a last-ditch effort. The doctors in my pack said the only thing that could save me now would be my true mate. Of course, that option is off the table.” He waved a hand at Shikoba. “Obviously.” I nodded. “So why show me that? Why introduce your children? Leave them with their mother.” “Her mate doesn’t want them. He gave her two choices, abandon our daughters and me or be rejected by him.” Rémi frowned. “She wouldn
It has been one hell of a year. When I started working for Jonathan Silvercloud, I knew my life would never be the same. I didn’t realize how true that would end up being. I went from single, childless, and ostracized from my family to a committed relationship, beautiful twin daughters, and having at least a branch of my family back in my life. I still can’t believe this is my life. “Ko, what is for breakfast?” Chloé asked, yawning as she wandered in, dragging her security blanket behind her like an adorable Linus. Rohan’s mom made the blankets using some of Rémi’s old clothes after he passed away. She may not have liked the man, but she has accepted the girls as her granddaughters and wanted them always to have something of him. So one side is a patchwork of his shirts while the other is soft, Minky fabric. It’s also a good way to know which twin is which. Chloé’s blanket has morning glory pink, while Célia’s is pale turquoise. “Blueberry pancakes and bacon,” I answered, or the s
“I don’t know. I feel like this has to mean something. I ended up being a second-chance mate to a werewolf. You are dating a vampire and have premonitions, even if they are inaccurate. But you dreamed of Byron, meeting him, and getting away from Eric before it all happened.” I pointed out. “And now a hope chest she left for me that couldn’t be opened?” I arched my brow and looked at the chest. “I…” Shannon opened her mouth to protest, but even she had to admit I was on to something. “Open it, and let’s see.” I took a deep breath and searched for the keys for one that looked like it would fit. I settled on an old one that looked similar to the lock. Holding my breath, I put the key in and turned. A soft glow emanated from the lock before it clicked, and without me even touching it, the lid popped open. I blinked and peered inside, frowning as the large trunk only contained a stack of quilts and, on top, a black leather-bound journal with the same symbol from the keychain. “She left
Readers,I hope that you enjoyed the bonus story Cult of Love. I will be away on a business trip from April 16-22nd, which means no updates from me for the week. I have another bonus story planned for this book and will start after I return. Spy Games will be about Cillian and Mila. It will show us how their side of the events of The Genius Delta unfolded and, I'm sure, give us insight into things we didn't know or see happen. So please stay tuned for their story. I know many are dying to know about Byron and Shannon as well. I haven't decided how or if I will write their story as I have so many others to write. So be patient.Bryant
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