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I was right to tell Matilda my escorting days are over. There was only a couple of days difference between taking her for a quickie with Cillian and Zeke receiving that note. Of course I was panicked, same as Zeke. If Cillian had been murrdered along with half the army then we’d all be fucked, my wavering alliance to Shadowlands the least of my problems. So while Zeke took on the whole journey with his olive-skinned face pale and washed out, mine was tense with frustration. It feels like strings are being pulled that I have no idea about, dancing over a hole. Zena springs to mind, but then she always does. The jasmine-scented dagger between my ribs. Whilst the blonde Riley and everyone else ran about like headless chickens trying to put together the pieces of the attack I stood and breathed in. If Cillian had been killed the men would need a leader. And it isn’t me. I don’t have the respect of the pack like Zeke. I don’t want it either. So I turned to Zeke instead, my voice low an
“I’m not your fucking distraction,” he says. How the fuck dare he! I’m giving him, no doubts about it, the best fucking oral sex of his life and he gets a conscience? What if I want to feel dirty, used and fucking worthless. What if that’s exactly what I need to be treated like right now. /You’re not worthless/ Sybil snaps, fizzing around in my brain like a rocket since Briss appeared. I am. I know it. You don’t have as free and crazy a time as me without being worthless. I feel it too, down to my bones. I’ve spent two full days sat in a cave, miserable as sin, waiting for Padgett, or maybe Ruth on her fucking broomstick, to ride and hack me to pieces. Cillian should be alive though. I’ve sacrificed whatever life I was meant to have to save the man who doesn’t even know I care. Whatever plans Ruth had ready for a world with a dead Cillian she needs to tear them up and start again. Too much is going round my brain. Guilt for betraying Padgett, merging with confusion as to why she wa
After the shitshow down in Shadowlands, where Beta Patrick had a knife to my throat I’ve been on my best behaviour. I went straight back up to White Forest. I managed to smooth over some of the lies I told on the way down. Made out they were communication errors, accidental misinformation. Think I’ve just about got away with it too. A huge slice of luck came my way too just a few days after my brush with death, finally earning me a bit of respect. Myself and a few other men were guarding Alpha Alexander as he took a stroll down by the jetty. He likes to do this before bed, he grumbles something about it helping him sleep. The others hang back and give him space but as Adrian arrives with letters for him to read we fell into conversation a few paces behind the Alpha. He might be in his late forties but shit our brooding, dark haired leader remains a force to be reckoned with. In hushed tones I ask Adrian if anything has been seen of Zena. “Sorry, not that I’ve heard. Maybe ask Bris
There are no words available to describe how amazing she is. Not because she’s some perfect, compliant little submissive. Or some false horny pornstar manic daydream of a woman out to please me. Because she knows her own mind, her own desires. I’m constantly on my toes. Finally thrusting inside her was enough to send Shi spiralling like a firework. But Zena wanted more. Pressed together, her back against my chest she whimpered and tugged at my hair, chasing high after high. Rocking together, my cock inside her just deep enough to hit those delicate nerves right at the start of her inner walls had her collapsing quickly. Then I kept going. Every time she called my name I felt brand new. A surge of adrenalin on top of already wanting to lose myself inside her. I was determined to hold out, to not lose my control, my hand teasing her clit relentlessly, keeping her right where she needed to be. When she breathily moaned her legs were too shaky to stand anymore I turned her around and
I can’t believe after throwing everything back in his face I’m back here. In his arms, on his huge thighs. How long has he sat and guarded me sleeping? I woke up to find him sitting near to me. I realised I was tucked into a black sleeping bag, safe and warm. Poor Briss must have been in agony looking at the twisted way he’d had to bend his legs to sit down against the bed. It was like a sensory overload. He made me feel things I’ve never experienced before. I didn’t go out of my head as our passion crested. I was in the room, adoring his touch, his body and I realised with a thud I was in love. Painfully in love. Then when I thought he was going to be like all the rest and just slam me against the wall like every other guy does he was tender and sweet. It was too much, so I blew it up. But waking up, feeling like myself again I found myself staring at him. He was asleep, barely, nodding up and down as if fighting it. His black tufty hair swaying across his forehead. Those perfect
The golden eyes of Thalia are quite something. Seeing them flicker with shards of orange as I thrust myself deeper into her mouth was quite something.She wasn’t Zena though. There is no point pretending this girl is even a patch on her. So when she stands up, stretching the strap of her white crop top up towards her mouth to wipe her lips I do nothing but stand with my arms folded. I should have more sense.“I know you’re looking for her,” she smiles, “I tried my best to give you what she can but looks like you’re hooked.”“What are you talking about?” I snap, my ego going into panic mode. Had I been shit just then? Could she tell I was thinking about Zena the whole time? With chill shootings down my back and an angry flush of red rushing to my cheeks I begin to worry. Had Mani been right, was I being set up yet again?Thalia takes a single stride then turns and leans against the thick stone wall next to me, our arms almost, but not quite touching. Both of us staring aimlessly up at t
Marked. I was off my head with pleasure when I asked for that but it felt like the only thing to do. Shi was pushing so hard, desperate to cement that bond with Zena’s wolf. /Not mates but more/ he kept repeating. Every time I thrust inside her beautiful body he repeated it until I caved. The fact she eagerly complied, her canines sinking into me with relish I’ll never forget. The clamping, locking sensation of being tied to her forever.Throughout the night, one of us would wake and slowly tease the other. The lamplight long burnt out, in the dark I learned Zena’s every contour and shape. The delicious, voluptuous curves of her ass and breasts. She was all soft sweetness against my solid frame, the way her hips and thighs moulded perfectly to me. She woke me up with the sweetest kisses only to straddle me and lean over so her nipples brushed against my tongue. In the darkness we found each other.Now marked, I could feel her emotions. Her pleasure was my pleasure. A seesaw of bliss a
I thought heartbreak would be the worst pain I’d ever experience.To be fair the last six months were pretty intense watching Cillian battle through hell to win Matilda back, his blue eyes looking directly at me with a love that was for someone else. That pain was deep, burning. Lasting well into the night, haunting my dreams with a searing misery that left me breathless sometimes.Then I met Briss and found another level. His pain was mixed with a sweeter, softer burn. My ribcage ached and yearned to feel him again. I couldn’t get comfortable no matter where I sat or slept. Nothing feels as good as being in his arms.Sadly now I realise I was naive. I had no real concept of pain before landing here. The last thing I remember was waking up and kissing Briss on the cheek. I whispered “I love you into his ear,” ruffling his black hair and wondering what would happen if I kissed our mark.Then Sybil reminded me Briss was exhausted, staying up while I slept the night before. We have time,
It can’t be the packhouse that created this change in her. From the second I walked into her room, filthy from the day's labour, she sized me up like prey and left me practically drooling. She knows exactly what that midnight blue gown does to her figure. A thigh-high split, too? Cruelty in spades. I was more than willing to give her space. I can cuddle, be affectionate, and listen until the end of time. I’ve massaged more oil into her delicate soft skin and bump than I would have thought possible. Sometimes, such rubdowns ended in tears as memories overwhelmed her. Other times, I was able to send her up to heaven in a state of bliss. It’s been a rollercoaster. I’ve dug my way out of my own pit of grief, Freya had been living on hold for so long. She’d been on the run, trapped back at White Forest, held at Rising Star against her will. Shitbag Phillipe had dared to put his hands on her and thankfully paid the fucking price. I regret never getting to land a blow on him myself. But it
That mysterious mate of mine. Slinking around like a fox, those dark eyes always threaten something fun or interesting. The love he has for Aisling almost sets me off crying every time. I can’t deny I have been a rollercoaster for the past few months. Or a complete fucking nightmare. Maybe a bit of both. Taking tea with Doctor Thatcher the day before our journey to White Forest he confirmed I have physically recovered from childbirth. Aisling is flourishing. I have nothing to worry about. “Then why am I so worried? Why is my head filled with constant doubt about everything going wrong?” He sipped his tea thoughtfully, before placing the cup down and steepling his hands. In a steady, doctor-mode voice, he replied, “because you have been through an awful lot Luna. Phillipe made you question your worth. Years believing you weren’t quite good enough, that you always had to try harder. Now?” “Now…I know Zeke loves me exactly as I am. I know he doesn’t want me to change.” “Well as lov
The past few months have been insane. I had naively considered Phillipe’s dead body being slung out of the castle like trash as the end of the matter. Live happily ever after, job done. Sadly, just shouting the war is over isn’t the end of the battle for an Alpha and Luna. Not that the title sits well with me. I doubt it ever will. But it annoys Freya for me to protest too strongly about my title. Plus, I have learned an awful lot about the hormonal fun and games one can encounter with the heavily pregnant. To say she kept me on my toes over winter is an understatement. I fucking loved every second of it. She pushes, I pull her back in. Either way she ends up in my arms, talking a million miles a minute about all the ideas she has working away in her mind. I got to be there for all her quiet little whispered fears too. If the pack likes her, being a mother. Next to roaring fires eating the same rations as everyone else, we lived a fairly quiet existence. Baby names drove her mad. F
The next five months see us settle into a strange, comfortable routine. After only a night under their roof, I immediately commandeered Finn’s barn conversion for us. Much as I adore my parents, I don’t want to be in the same house as them. That is not entirely due to my mate bond either. They still have an ever-burning adoration of each other that I can only hope Briss and I match in decades' time. I just don't need to hear it. Ever.It appears Finn isn’t coming home anytime soon. He’s embedded into Shadowlands, no doubt a future legend in the making. So now Briss and I sleep in the huge double bed with its skylight to the stars. When Briss isn’t building boats, we take out my father’s smaller one. Refreshing my memory on the rigging, sails, and navigation. On a night, we look at the maps together, sprawled out along the table in the downstairs half of the barn. Where the sea reaches the edges of the paper with no known landfall, I know those areas interest Briss the most. The boat
It took over four days for us to finally leave that cabin. It still wasn’t enough time. In an easy cocoon of happiness, we existed together. I don’t think I saw her clothed for the vast majority of the time. And why would we? In that tiny wooden space, everything fell into place. Our bodies are made for each other, but the more time we spend together, the more I learn more about her every day. We talked for hours, curled up on the small bed. Then she’ll give me a look that just sends a bolt of lightning to my cock and I have to have to have her. It’s impossible to deny the power of the mate bond. My ribs and chest have not hurt since the connection formed. Shi apologised, explaining how it was his only way to make me realise she was important. The power of Padgett’s twisted ploy removed, he and Zena’s wolf Sybil were finally able to unleash their infatuation with each other. I know how badly Shi has fallen for her brassy, quick wolf because we share dreams. When we wake, Zena curl
I believe that Padgett was right to choose me. She just got the reason wrong. Her visions suggested I was next in line to wield the strength of that ancient wolf. To carry on tradition. I believe the Moon Goddess always knew I was going to be the one to break the line. I’m a drifter, not a leader. Rules are a challenge. I run from fights, even the ones I’ve started. How was I ever meant to lead a coven! It was lunacy from the start. Yet poor Padgett persisted, despite having the devoted Jane right there. That’s why it felt so right. To step into those blue and white flames and try to return Padgett’s wolf spirit back to the Goddess. Hopefully, she will eventually be joined by all the stolen Hybrid spirits. It is unclear just how many wolves Ruth hosted in the end. Cillian told me the colours, but so many poor souls have been harmed in this war it is impossible to tell. For all we know, she could have kept Alpha Brandon, Luna Hollie, and some of the golden-eyed Beta Warriors for her
Zena is as good as her word. We have a truck to ourselves, stacked with food and other goods. Without revealing a single detail she triumphantly set us up in as much comfort as possible.Every other truck was overflowing with men, stuffed together like sardines. On a passenger bench big enough for three I sat stretched out, my wounded leg supported with a makeshift pillow-thing she had built out of all the discarded and ripped shifter clothes. Zena next to me driving, continuously catching my eye with a proud little smile on her face.She hasn’t stopped for a second. I can only watch as her mind works overtime. I know better than to question whatever scheme she has going on. Eventually, the whole convoy starts up and we are away. Zena drives steadily, making sure we end up at the very back of the Shadowlands convoy. She doesn't give her burned out coven a second glance. There was no special pyre or ceremony for Padgett either. Her body has been lost to the cabin fires. A woman who ha
I cannot wait to get out of this dusty, blood-stained patch of dirt. Not a single cabin remains standing. Just black, charred skeletons. While Briss first slept I held his hand and stared at them. Trying to make sense in my own mind of just what my life should become now. I didn’t want to look too closely at the bodies. Padgett had described me as a river, always heading towards what I want. But this place was never what I wanted. Unlike Jane, it never felt like home. It taught me so much, how to use my gift but then the image of sweet little Phoebe Kharkov comes into my head. What if a thoughtful, gentle girl like her ended up in this lonely wasteland? Too many women have had their gift manipulated and forced into use. Look at Luna Genevieve and Helena. Mated to Alpha’s yet blighted with glimpses of pain and disaster, distorting their potential joy. What if the Moon Goddess and her plans should just be left the fuck alone? Then they could be free. I could be free. Ideas rattle a
When I wake up again, I am half tempted to severely reprimand Shi for making me fade out of the most perfect moment of my life. I was in Zena’s arms, surrounded by jasmine and love, and now…well where the hell am I? “You’re awake!” Zena cries, and I do my best not to cry out in pain at feeling her roll into my arms, planting fierce kisses on my cheeks. “We’re still in the north, up at the coven?” I murmur after allowing myself to be spoiled with rough, greedy affection for a minute. I have just enough strength to lift my arm, trailing my fingers over her bare neck. I close my eyes again, overpowered by the sensation of feeling her perfectly soft skin under my fingertips. “Yes but not for long. Then do you know what-” “Zena let me treat him,” a stern voice reprimanded. I squinted at the sun over my head. “He’s seriously weak.” I might be mistaken, but I’m almost certain I heard Zena growl under her breath at the request. With a dozen more soft kisses, she lifted herself away but k