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,
***Falcon POV***I’ve never really been an anxious person, but this fucking shit is testing me. Every day we don’t find the dagger is one day closer to her, gaining her previous lives memory. That is not something that can happen before I can do what is necessary. I would love to think that my need to complete my mission might be the only reason for my growing anxiousness, but it’s not. It’s Laney and the thought of her and how she would handle finding out what my actual mission is and what her knowing would do to me.I care too much about her and her opinion of me. I crave her touch, her lips, and the way her silky hair slips through my fingers. The very thought of losing that drives me to the brink of madness. No matter what happens, I will lose her. I don’t have a fucking choice in the matter. Yet I despise myself for it. I am going to kill her. I have to, for the werewolves, I have spent decades helping to line up so they can protect themselves and stay afloat without the Luna t
I grab Joffrey’s bag, tossing it in the back of the vehicle while the rest crawl in. Silently, I beg for Laney to take the front seat, just wanting her to be close. I grit my teeth when I catch Monty’s eyes sliding to see me watching the exchange and, much to my surprise, he pushes her toward the front.I close the trunk stalking toward the driver’s side and pulling it open to hear Laney laughing as she sits angled toward the back, Rome must have been saying something amusing since she too is grinning ear to ear while Joffrey blushes a deep shade of red. “What’d I miss?” I ask, cranking the engine over and throwing it into drive. No one seems to hear my question as the car falls silent and my anger boils. This is how it’s going to be. Two days of silence weren’t enough for my feisty Luna, it seems. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, even though I deserve far worse. Doesn’t mean I have to like it either way. “You should strap in,” Joffrey says from the back.I peek back at him through th
***Laney POV***I stopped struggling after seeing Rome’s lifeless body on the ground. The silence from her in our strange sisterly bond was deafening. I don’t know enough about werewolves to understand our healing abilities, but I know human injuries and the injuries Rome sustained… Those would be more than sufficient to kill any human.“Eagon!” I can hear Monty screaming his brother’s name in fury and my heart breaks. Instead of taking care of his mate, my sister, he left her to come for me. This promise, or predetermined guardianship he has for me, is such shit. He should be with Rome, not here trying to save me. I stumble along trying to catch my footing so I’m not being dragged, which makes Eagon tug at me roughly. “Stop fighting me!” He growls. The dumbass has no idea that I’m not. The wolf in my head paces around angrily, cursing me for my giving up when I should be fighting. I am not to be a coward or a quitter; I am to be the Luna that saves us, yet I refuse to save myself.
I groan, struggling against the beast as it leaps off of me and tackles a vampire who dares to come close. Another explosion bellows through the air and I turn to see Joffrey on bended knees, his eyes glowing green as his lips move and his hands gracefully move through the air as if trying to catch the dirt falling from the sky. He throws his arms open wide as the dirt rolls into small balls and shoots through the air, pelting the vampires hard enough to draw blood. So much for him being a magic-less warlock. I blink at him, just watching his graceful, almost hypnotizing movements until I am once again tackled to the ground. The animal growls above me as if trying to communicate, and I finally catch a view. My breath hitches as fear makes my blood run cold. The beast… The one from my nightmares that I swear I watched kill my sister.Its humanoid, yet far too animalistic shape, stands above me like I’m some object that must be protected.He launches off of me, attaching his teeth to t
I amble along behind Falcon aways, appearing at the totaled green scrap of metal. It’s surprising to see that the thing isn’t up in smoke like I assumed it would be. I spin and scan around, finally taking the time to really look at the damage and what fucking hit us, but I see nothing. I could have sworn we were hit but a damn train, but there are no tracks, no other objects that could have caused the damage. “What…” I mutter as Falcon thrusts clothes into my chest. “Get dressed. We are on foot for a while.”I don’t say a word as I slip into the scraps of fabric he placed in my arms. The tight yoga pants paired with a sports bra do nothing to warm me up as a cool breeze sweeps through the roadway. The brambles rustle behind us and I spin on high alert, my heart pounding in my ears. Joffrey emerges, his face red and his eyes wide as if he just witnessed something no one should see. “Where are—”“Nope. Don’t ask.” Joffrey shakes his head and I frown. “Rome!” I call out, feeling eage
***Falcon POV***Eagon being gone has bought us some time, but not much. Once word gets back to the coven that he’s dead and so are many of the vampires he brought with him, it’s going to be open season on us. I am wondering, though, why they continue to take Laney, rather than just kill her. Once or twice, the thought that Abbie may have a backup plan crossed my mind. But my existence right now is her doing penance for the crime I committed against her, and she built in a failsafe way for me to never fail. Even if I want to let Laney live, she won’t, and it won’t at all be because I want to kill her. It will be because I literally have no choice in the matter. How strange to live for thousands of years and never truly have full control of your life or body. It’s kind of how I feel about Laney now. I have no control over myself when I’m near her. It is getting harder and harder to resist her and the fucking pull to her. It’s not the mate bond, I know that for sure. I’m banned from t
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