***Falcon POV***I watch as she takes her place standing before everyone with Monty at her side. She looks tired, her clothes still drenched in blood as her eyes scan the area. It looks much less gloomy in here. The blood has long since been cleared away and they have laid the bodies of the deceased outside the temple for loved ones to come and identify. For the cluster fuck that this all was, everyone quickly came together to do as their Luna asked. I often wondered why it was a predestined Luna and not an alpha. But as I stand here watching her just look around, I can see why a Luna must lead. A Luna commands respect where the Alpha title demands it. She can not rely on an Alpha’s order for solidarity and loyalty. And though we all feel that connection with her, the desire to make her pleased, it’s not that overpowering we must all bow down and serve her as she tells us. It’s softer, like a mother’s hug, encouraging us, guiding us without force.The vampires seem to feel it too, as
*TWO WEEKS LATER****Laney POV***“We are here to see our daughter.” The tall brown-haired alpha says in a stern voice, watching me. I quirk a brow in interest when their son shoots me a scowl. I have no desire to keep this man from his daughter, though he still has yet to tell me who exactly he is and why he believes I am withholding her from him.“That sounds like it will be a wonderful reunion, but I’m not sure what makes you think I have anyone here,” I say. The only people here, staying here, are all consenting adults, not lost daughters who need their parents to save them, though I admit the act is sweet and warms my heart. “She was supposed to be the Luna.” the younger boy says. “The real Luna” he shoots me a scowl, and it all makes sense.“Jessie,” the woman hisses, “This is the real Luna.”The boy rolls his eyes and shrugs. “Not what you told me all my life or Rome.”He says, giving her an attitude that makes even my eyebrows quirk. “Rome?” I ask.“Yes! My sister!” He hisse
I drag my feet, heading to Rome’s room. There is a fear that lives deep-rooted in me that when I see her, it won’t be the same. She will look different, and feel different without her wolf. What if that bond we had in an instant is gone and we are just normal family members trying to find reasons to love each other, even though we are polar opposites? I smooth down my shirt in nervousness, trying to pat down the unsettling feeling in my stomach. Then it hits me like two tons of bricks. She must feel worse about her loss than I do. Here I have been avoiding her out of fear when she has been living it with only Monty to console her. I’ve been a shit sister. Even when she wasn’t allowed to see anyone after waking up for the first week, I should have insisted. Though Monty had told me she needed to learn to control her hunger. She needed to learn how to stave off the desire for blood from a source that had a beating heart and grow accustomed to blood bags. Apparently, she was a natural
It’s snowing here. The large tufts of white, fluffy icy rain down on us while the men grumble and I stare up at it in awe. It shouldn’t be snowing, it’s not yet mid-fall where the colors are at their height. Yet, here it is, tickling my nose and melting on my face as I giggle and spin. It’s absolutely stunning. “You always did like the snow,” Falcon murmurs, walking past me, a small smile on his lips as he steals a glance at my happiness. My heart skips a beat, watching him walk away. I remember the first time I ever saw snow. The second time he tried to fight against killing me but ended up going savage and doing it, anyway. It had been just as perfect then as it is now. The chill, however, makes me shiver and I tug my fluffy sweater closer. One repercussion of having these memories are the emotions attached to them. The fear I felt when he stalked me down, the ache in my side where he tore at my flesh. I wish I could push it away, remain in the glorious bliss of the perfect snow,
***Falcon POV*** I shouldn’t be touching her. There is a decent possibility that she will be upset with me about it later, but right now, she needs me. These touches, fleeting moments where my soul rejoices at her contact make every single minute apart even more agonizing for me. But right now, she needs me more than ever. I can feel it through our partial bond almost as much as I can see it on her freckled face. Laney feels so much, too much I would argue. She struggles with the constant dread of failing, yet right now, I can sense the growth in her. Being here, learning these small things about her past. The little intricacies that are woven throughout her life with others are eye-opening to the magic and way destiny worked to bring her this far. “It was only a matter of time before Abbie re-emerged.” Joffrey sighs, wiping his eyes. “We knew she would try. There was so much information about her and the dark magic she dabbled with, but it's hard to look into those types of things
“Would you be willing to walk with me?” Laney asks after a breath. “I have some things on my mind that only seem to process when you are around.”I try to hide my smirk and I nod and look down at my feet. It’s hard to say no when all I crave is her closeness. Not that I want to say ‘no’ anymore. There is a fluttering in my chest, burning for consolation and the chance to win her back if she would have me. I reach out and take her hand in mine, my eyes finally lifting and catching her deep pool of green. It’s impossible not to get lost in them for a moment. Flecks of her old golden eyes float around, uniting the past with the present. A foreshadowing, no doubt, of how much more of Laney remains, even with the past still ever prominent in her mind. Perhaps she isn’t so far gone from me as I thought. But can I live with myself if I let her accept me?“Would you like to discuss them? Or should I walk along in silence?” I ask her. She sighs, taking my hand and entwining our fingers. That
Laney stands in front of the growing crowd, Monty and I off to her right watching, waiting for the need to arise for us to either defend or help her in any way. Joffrey has called everyone in the coven to come to watch the proceedings. If that’s even the right word for what is happening, considering this is the first time this is all taking place. Joffrey excuses himself as he walks toward a line of five individuals dressed in green smocks, tied with a white rope at their waists. They hide their hands behind their backs as they walk in sync, following Joffrey, who leads them toward Laney. She glances over at me and Monty and I move on instinct to her side. Monty follows my lead as we flank her and I can feel her unease fade.The five selected stop in front of us, all of them nervous as they lift their chins and wait to see which of them will be honored with the role offered. A movement catches my eyes toward the back. The same woman from earlier who spoke so candidly with me about my
*Laney POV*The entire coven seems to be lighter, almost more bright with all the excitement buzzing through the large room we are seated in. Chance and Lily have gone to pack their things, coming back when dinner is ready while the rest of us take our seats and watch things come together. Magic is used to move the tables and chairs in. Vines and tree roots push and shove them to the right area whilst their magic workers stand to the side in a trance, making it all possible. Flowers float through the air, finding their place in clear vases that fill with water from the small storm clouds created above them.It’s astonishing to watch and Joffrey’s obsession with what he couldn’t have naturally makes so much more sense. There is a sense of connection, a thread connecting each witch and warlock with the items. Like an understanding and balance between earth and its wielder. It’s otherworldly and soothing at the same time. My skin feels almost like it is buzzing alongside all the movemen
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