The following chapters will be for the bonus story Spy Games. Some events will overlap with events that took place in The Genius Delta and Cult of Love.
Cillian MacCarthy- I’ve been through hell and survived. I don’t know how I will survive this. I’m between a rock and a hard place. My loyalty to my pack is tested against the mate bond. I was supposed to spy on her, and it’s obvious she’s here with ulterior motives. Can I protect my pack and still get the girl? Or will I have to choose between my pack and my mate?Mila Bălan (Tomila Đurić) - I was entrusted with this mission by my Alpha, and I have never failed him. I will not and cannot fail. There is more at stake than my pride in completing a mission. I can’t let anyone get in my way, even my mate. Can I salvage this mission? Or will I fail my pack and surrender to the mate bond?“I can’t believe I agreed to this. It’s insane. Dad is asking way too much.” I sighed. “I know he wants to find a cure. We all do. But this… asking… no commanding me to choose a mate is going too far. It’s not even my choice. It’s his.” I gritted my teeth, still seething at him using his Alpha command. I’m his daughter and heir. He should never use that tone with me. After all these years, I know he did it because he’s desperate for a cure. That he would do anything if it meant saving his mate. ‘Not an excuse. Nothing, not even being an Alpha or your father, gives him the right to command you to be with anyone the Goddess did not fate us to be with.’ Nadzieja scoffed. ‘Nadzieja…’ I sighed. ‘He’s my father and Alpha. And it’s for Mom.’ I reminded her as I squeezed my mother’s limp hand in mine. ‘There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her. I miss her. I want and need her back. Dad needs her back. Demonclaw needs her back. We need our Luna.’ I tried to reason with my wolf. ‘There m
In the six years, I have been part of Bloodmoon, I’ve still struggled to find my footing. I spent so much of my life never staying in one place long enough to get comfortable. It’s all I ever knew, as I only have faint memories of life in FireWolf with my real parents. I’m not the only one who has struggled with this transition from nomadic life to being in a true pack. I’m the only one that is still struggling six years later. Everyone else in my family has found their place. And yes, when I say family, I know they aren’t related to me by blood or name, but they are in my heart. To me, Shae and Máire are my parents. Fion is my brother, and Sheila and Maureen are my sisters. We are a family. I feel like the black sheep as I still haven’t found my place. I’m the only single one left, and I have tried so many jobs around Bloodmoon that I’ve been called the Jack of all trades, master of none—a long-winded title but accurate. I’m not a master of any roles I’ve tried, but I’m passable in
My first day at Silvercloud was equal parts good and terrible. I spent my free time digging into the company tablet testing to see how much information they gave interns access to. I enjoyed working with Dr. Hill and picking up all the tidbits he let slip about the company. I hit some roadblocks, and while the thought of hacking the security system was tempting, I knew it would be foolish on Silvercloud tech. They’d know it was from my tablet, and I’d be out on my ass. I’d have to work with what I had available to get the information I wanted. There must be something at Silvercloud I could use to cure my mother. The only terrible parts were my interactions with Weaver. I did not intend to return to his office or see him again after this morning. I couldn’t control seeing him in the elevator and, of course, had to play my part since.For all I knew, Hill was a spy for my father, who would rat me out in a heartbeat. Though I doubt Hill works for my father, as far as I know, he is obliv
I don’t think I’ve experienced a worse night in my life. I always thought of finding my mate as this life-changing moment. I just always thought it would be positive. Not whatever the fuck this is. I grew up hearing how Shae and Máire met. I witnessed Fion, Sheila, and Maureen find their mates and how happy they were. I wanted that, and I’m not going to have it. Based on the phone call I overheard, my mate is here to spy on my pack and make our Delta hers. I took every ounce of control to hold Conchobar back when she proclaimed she’d make Delta Silvercloud hers before the end of the week. I’m unsure which he wanted to do more, break down her door and claim her or fight Delta Silvercloud. I just knew both would be a bad idea. We wouldn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell in a fight against Delta Silvercloud. Delta Silvercloud may be easygoing of the four, but he could still knock me or any other average wolf on our asses. I’m not dismissing my fighting ability, but I’ve seen him sparr
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
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 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
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