***Falcon POV***Laney watches me carefully as she prepares to unleash her questions. Even my wolf is unsettled by the intensity in her eyes. She opens her mouth to start her inquisition, but Rome moves over to us, her hand reaching out and resting on Laney’s forearm. “We have to keep moving.” She says softly. “He can answer your questions as we walk.”“I think we should head into a human town and look for a vehicle,” I announce, looking around Laney to Monty who grabs his bag and Laney’s.“Probably a good idea.” He agrees.“I don’t want to steal anything,” Laney says, her eyes pleading with me as I furrow my brows.“You steal all the time. What difference does it make now?” I ask her and her mouth drops open. “I stole only when I had no option, and I always felt horribly guilty.” Laney protests. She turns to look at Rome, her cheeks red in embarrassment, before turning back to face me. “You are a billionaire! You could just buy a car.”I nod in agreement. “Yes, I could, but then pe
By the time we make it to the human town, Laney and Rome both look exhausted, and the sun is fully up. The heat of it hammering down on us, though Monty looks completely unbothered by not only the heat but the rays that seem to have no effect on his vampire skin. For the second time, I wonder how he can withstand the sun when it so clearly affected his brothers. Though we are all classified as supernatural–werewolves, vampires, and witches–There are many differences to each of us. Werewolves, of course, include the few other shifters that do indeed exist, but witches are an array of beings. They can be humans, vampires, or even a select few who are werewolves. It’s for that reason that witches are the mediator between the rest of us, though it doesn’t always work out if Abbie or Annika are any indications. Two witches spinning spells and lie to the two other races, pitting us against each other. Some idiots trust too easily, and I used to be one of those idiots. But vampires? They k
***Laney POV***No one has been permitted to ask Falcon a single question the entire ride. Ok, that’s not completely true. We could ask. But after about fifteen minutes of zero answered questions, we quickly learned that Falcon, over thousands of years, has perfected selective hearing. After eating his pink waffles, which I ordered him as a joke, he completely shut down. In the now four–maybe five? Days I have known him, I’ve seen all sorts of his moods. Silence, however, is new, and it seems to bother me the most. When we walked out of the restaurant, there had been a damn nice forest-green Range Rover sitting out front. He climbed in as if it was waiting for us and started the car with a set of keys. There was no way he had just stolen the keys from someone in the diner because we were the only customers. So where did the damn thing come from?I asked. He stared at me, then he revved the engine. We all climbed in, Rome and Monty much less annoyed than me, but the two of them claime
***Falcon POV***I raise my eyes and watch Laney as she runs her hands through her hair. Her wet red strands tangle as she grips her hair tightly and her face contorts in grief. A feeling I remember all too well being here right now. Standing where she laid all those years ago, her blood on my hands as I sobbed over her body.“Laney…” I try to calm her, but it feels so wrong to be the one holding her here, comforting her as she grieves all the lives I have actually stolen from her.“I need–I just need some time.” She whispers as she turns and runs away. I lurch out to follow, but Rome steps in front of me with a look of defiance on her face.“No!” she hisses, shoving a finger into my chest. “No! You’ve done enough.”“Me?” I laugh bitterly. “I knew what her lives held and how she would handle it, so I kept it from her. Yet the second you remember something horrific, you had to share your pain with her, huh? Did you even think about how she would respond?”“Of course, I told her. We are
As night falls, I set Monty and the girls up in one of the partially dismantled houses left. It’s not much of a place to camp, but with the emotional strain of the day and my needing to still search the area, it will work for now. If not for Rome’s angry eyes, I might have stayed with Laney a little longer. This may be the only time I am grateful for Rome keeping me from trying to get closer to Laney. I have already lost my senses and kissed her on two separate occasions and in those whimsical moments, I couldn’t care less about my mission or my mate. I can’t afford to have those thoughts. This is no longer just about me and my future mate. This is about the werewolf world I have helped to keep afloat since the beginning. The people, the packs that have relied on me and my guidance.In trying to find something to occupy my time whilst waiting for the next reincarnation, I have found a genuine reason to exist. Do we really need The Luna reincarnate to unite us if she is equally just a
***Laney POV***Monty and Falcon have been gone for a decent amount of time, enough to make me anxious that perhaps something has happened to one of them. It’s not that I don’t think they can handle themselves. They have proven more than once that they are very capable, but trust is scarce for me. I trust them, which inherently makes me worry I will lose them. That is after, all what happens every time I trust people. It happened with my adoptive parents and Millie. My own and only real friend in my life. Now, in the span of less than a week, I have created bonds with not only one but three people who I feel I can truly trust explicitly. That doesn’t mean I want to share every aspect of my life, but it means that I want them in my future. For someone who has never had the ability to think past the next day all her life, that’s a tremendous step for me.“What’s on your mind?” Rome asks as she walks over to take a seat at my side. I watch as the fire lights her hair up with hues of red
Falcon sits silently next to me, his muscular jean-clad thigh pressing against mine as he stares at the brick walls of the dismantled home we are staying in. It feels weird being alone with him now that we have kissed a few times. The first time I couldn’t help but kiss him after his kind words washed over me. The second time, however, was all him coming to me. And now here we are, awkwardly sitting in uncomfortable silence. “So…” I offer. Grabbing a stick from my side and breaking it into tiny pieces. “What?” He asks.“That’s pretty crazy about vampires, huh?”I mentally slap myself. When did it become so uncomfortable to be around him? I have always been so comfortable and safe around him, but now I sit nervously like a girl waiting to hear if the guy she likes is crushing on her too. The best part? I know he is at least attracted to me. I mean, why else would he kiss me?“Are you making small talk?” He asks, turning his head to face me.“Maybe?” I smile weakly. “It just feels awk
Two days. It’s been two damn days since the steamy all consuming make-out session with Falcon. Monty claimed to be taking over this next leg of the trip and I have actively sought to be near Rome or Monty at all times. Oh sure, my eyes wander to Falcon way more than I would like to admit, but all I find when I look at him is his cold scowling face. So now all four of us stand huddled on this tiny run-down stoop in the middle of the city. The rain seems to never stop in this smelly place. I peek around, looking at the rundown buildings and the people who seem to not have a care in the world about the wetness they are entrenched in. A shiver wracks my body as I hug myself closely, a warm arm wrapping around my middle section, wrapping me in a jacket attached to a body. I should turn around and shove him away, but my skin prickles as if seeking the heat and comfort he offers and instead I fall into Falcon’s warm embrace. The bastard seems to know my weaknesses. I’m a sucker for warmth,
Hey Readers! Just wanted to thank you quick for sticking with me! This isn't my typical type of story being as it was my first venture with rebirth/reincarnation. I appreciate all the gems and encouragement i have recieved thus far! With my pregnancy and family sickness, my updates became a little sporadic and I apologize for that. I generally write, edit and post chapters the same day, so if I don;t have the brain power to write, I must take the time away to not have the story suffer. So I appreciate teh understanding. Please check out my newest story coming to the app! It should hopefully be up before the end of 2022! The Alpha's Obsession: His Forced Mate. It is a best friends to enemies to lovers trope taht I really think many of my readers who enjoyed my Guardian series will like! Happy Holidays from me to you! Miri
***10 Years Later****Lachlan POV*Millie and Ryan sit on the chair outside the bedroom door, their eyes wide as they listen to their Aunt Rome scream as though she is in a fight for her life. And she might very well be at this rate. I wring my hands nervously as I wait for Laney to mind link me with whatever else they might need.Ryan reaches out to hold Millie’s small hand as he gives her a comforting smile. Her green eyes fill with fear as she looks at her twin brother and offers him a soft smile. These two are just like Laney and Rome. In the sense, they are completely different. While Millie has a darker complexion and deep green eyes, Ryan has the white blonde hair and golden eyes like his Aunt Rome.And then there is Adora. The spit fire third born five-year-old who gives us all a run for our money. Her red hair blazes like her attitude and her oversized sweet brown eyes lend her an air of innocence that gets her out of everything. Speaking of the monster herself…“Daddy!” she
**6 Months later***“Laney!” Rome calls out in my room as I quickly pull my robe over my body. Lachlan chuckles as he wraps a towel around his waist, shaking his head.“You know, for someone who is always getting caught screwing her mate, she does a great job of interrupting us.” He mutters, placing a kiss on the side of my wet head as I bend down to wrap it in a towel. “In my defense I waited until after.” Rome says pushing the bathroom door open. I glower at her.“Really Rome? Not an ounce of damn privacy in my own freaking temple?” I say, slightly annoyed. Since she got back to the temple, she has either just trounced in on Lach and me in precarious positions or right after commenting on the scent of sex lingering in the room.“Look, I was gone long enough for you guys to already have a pup brewing.”I look at Lachlan, trying to keep my anger controlled. He, however, seems amused by her comment. “I wasn’t aware that we were trying to get pregnant.” Lach says with a shrug. “Not th
Kias and the others kneel before us and to my right is a fire pit that rages, heating the entire vast room. Word spread quickly about the shift in the hierarchy in the coven, and everyone has gathered to witness what we do next. I have always prided myself as someone who is merciful and sympathetic. Now is no different, but I know I must stay strong and let Monty dull out the punishment.“We submit,” One of Kias’ followers announces. I frown at him, walking closer as I look down at him. He looks up at me with nothing but hatred and fear living in his hungry eyes and I shake my head with a sigh. “We already gave you the opportunity to step down. Now you must accept your fate.” Monty announces. Those on their knees look around the room, shock apparent on their faces, while Kias scoffs. “Is this how you will rule?” He appeals to me, trying to get under my skin. I tilt my head, furrowing my brows. “You were given options, Kias. As was your leader before you. The deaths of those who fol
The wind swirls around Roxanne as her hands glow a deep red radiating from them. Chance takes a stance in front of Lily. His head drops low as his lips move as if whispering to himself. The surrounding walls seep water as drop by drop they roll toward his feet, creating a puddle around him. Monty and Rome crash into a few vampires, hard bodies making dull painful thuds as blows land, and the vampires surrounding us join the fight.“Stay close to me, Luna,” Lachlan says, yanking on my hand so I can be near him.It takes effort not to frown in disappointment. I may not have had the training to fight in this life, but in the many ones before this, I was formidable in my own right. I pull my hand from Lach’s and step up to his side, dodging a flying vampire with a simple sidestep before turning to face them. Lachlan trusts me enough to leave me to my own devices, but I can sense his tension. Or so I hope as he fights off two at a time. Claws slice through my skin, the release of tension
Wilhelm opens the door at his cousin’s bidding and the look of shock morphs into one of relief. and then he yanks Monty into a big hug. His long blond hair is French braided and adorned with silver rings with adorning emblems of the moon with a star in the center of it that looks like a red diamond. It’s a stunning piece of expensive looking jewelry and he must catch me staring at it. “Luna,” He whispers, bowing low and then popping back up, reaching into his hair and removing one of the stunning pieces. He presents it to me with a courteous smile on his lips, making him look rather like a schoolboy admitting to a crush.Lachlan steps closer to me, his hand at the small of my back. “He isn’t hitting on her.” Monty chuckles. “He is showing his fealty. For our coven.”“A coven that isn’t yet in his control?” Rome asks with a small frown and I hold back my chuckle of laughter. “How nice of you to point it out, my love.” Monty says smugly as he turns his frustrated gaze on his cousin.
As the sun falls, I can sense the tension in Monty, which only makes me worry more. Lachlan’s thigh is pressed against mine and Lily and Chance sit in the third row, eyes wide as if seeing the outside world for the first time. I spin and look at them and realize that it might actually be the first time they have left. “Have you ever left your coven?” I ask curiously. Lily’s kind eyes meet mine and she smiles shyly. “It is for me. Chance has left three times before.”“You have?” I ask him in interest and he looks between me and Lily. He rubs his hands across his jeans and clears his throat like I am going to torture the questions out of him. “Uh, yes.” He gives me a tight smile and I look at Lily, who frowns.“We will have to be as open as possible with them in order to remain at their side. No secrets.” Lily says to him and he looks at his lap.“Secrets?” Lachlan joins in. “Those will get you now where… Take it from a man who knows.”“It’s not really a secret, but an embarrassing s
*Laney POV*Waking up next to Lachlan is not a new thing. But waking up next to him after claiming each other as mates, as a reminder that this will be my every day for the rest of my life? It’s the best feeling I have ever experienced. He looks so serene, the early sunlight filtering in over his stubbly cheek and his messy hair. It doesn’t feel real, yet here he is. Vulnerable, snoring just a little, and still perfect. I try to hold back my giddy grin at the thought of his snoring bothering me one day. It’s strange to love him for it now, think it’s cute, but crave the day when I will tease him for it relentlessly because that’s what you do when you grow. You adapt, you tease, and the thought of getting that far in a life with him is just damn exciting. More so than having to unite a who world of supernatural people. “Are you staring at me?” He murmurs, his eyes still closed. “Nope.” I lie. He peeks through a heavy-lidded eye and a grin forms on his delicious lips. “Liar.” I nod
*Lachlan POV*Laney has always been stunning. In every lifetime, she has been alluring, sexy, and nearly unavoidable in our need to be intimate. But this is different. This isn’t just the carnal need to make her mine to lay claim to her. No, this is mine, and my wolf's united desire to show her what she means to us. Love is more than pleasing each other or doing sexual favors. It extends beyond that. It’s wanting to memorize every curve, sound, and inner thoughts she may have. There is this burning desire to just be with her. Not that I don’t want to ravage her body, or that I don’t have every intention of doing that as I stalk her down. It’s what I plan to do with her after I consume her, that I look forward to more than the moment when I enter her or make her cry out in ecstasy. I want nothing more than to hold her after we have come down from the high. I want her to feel the bond whizzing through us as we just exist in the same state of blissful joy. Thank the heavens the only w