Holy hell, my little mate just blew my fucking mind. I’ve never had a BJ that felt that amazing before. And not just because of the sparks that moved up and down wherever she touched my cock. She was that fucking good. Most girls have trouble handling my cock. I’m not trying to brag, but as a beta, I’m big. It’s just fact. Kesha wasn’t able to take it all into her mouth, but she was able to work all of it with the help of her hands. And then she let me fuck her mouth. That was probably the most intense orgasm that I’ve ever had and I haven’t even fucked her yet. I’m coming back down to earth, eyes closed and head thrown back, when I hear the rustle of clothing. I open my eyes to see my mate easing her pants and panties down her legs. She stands up and looks at me, her bottom lip between her teeth. My mouth drops open. I can’t help but stare at her in complete awe. She’s beautiful.“Holy shit, you’re perfect!” My voice is hoarse and I try to swallow hard to lubricate it.
I’m standing in Bella’s hospital room, staring out the window as the council crowds into the room. I had tried to convince them that it wasn’t the time. That we could meet without her. I, as High Priest, was able to make decisions and set the plan that I had already discussed with Bella. Of course, they threw it in my face that I wouldn’t be High Priest for long, that I was actively trying to find someone to take my spot, that I haven’t been here because I decided to take one fucking vacation in my entire life and I left Bella in charge. She had been making decisions and she needed to continue to do so. So, here they were. I can’t fucking believe that they insisted on it. Marcus threw a shitfit, but there wasn’t much that I could do about it. The council gets what it wants when it wants unless both the High Priest and High Priestess stop it. And that wasn’t something that Bella was willing to do. “We are sorry to disturb you, High Priestess, but this truly cannot wait - “ Sc
I can’t understand what’s happening in front of me. Is this for real? My father ruled our pack with an iron fist. His beta, gamma, and delta were more of a cruel peanut gallery than someone that actually helped my father. They did his bidding or delegated tasks to others that they could “supervise,” usually to the she-wolves of the pack. Not always ones that were unmated. That really created a sense of unity in the pack. This whole collaborative approach is strange. I’ve never heard of a pack that works like this. Mostly, the alpha makes the decisions and everyone else prays to the Goddess that they're the right ones. And to have this many packs acting this way? It’s unheard of. Someone must have more pull then the others. There has to be a hierarchy that I haven’t figured out yet. Who’s in charge here? I link to Naomi. No one. We run by majority rule, but only after we discuss everyone’s thoughts on the matter. We’re not trying to dictate how everyone runs things. We
I just finished watching my brother lick, suck, fuck, and mark our mate. It was amazing to see how responsive she is to him. To see her pleasure, to hear her moans, to smell her arousal as she came. Goddess, it made me hot. So much so that I couldn’t help but jerk myself off while watching. Now she’s leaning against Mike, eyes closed and breathing edging toward sleep. “Oh, Kitty,” I say, standing quickly and pulling off my shirt in one movement. “You can’t go to sleep yet. There’s still so much pleasure to be had.” Her eyelids flutter open and she gazes at me, a sleepy, sexy smile coming over her face. “Not sleeping. Just getting ready for round two.” I watch as she unfolds herself from my brother’s lap. His eyes follow her, a dreamy expression on his face. She leans down and kisses him, deep. His hands move to her hips, squeezing her to him one last time before he lets her go. She pecks his lips one last time and then comes to me. My pants are already unzipped, as I ha
Seth pulls out of my mouth, breathing hard. He walks to the side of the bed, shooting a look at his brother, sitting on a loveseat, looking at the bed. Mike’s eyes are filled with hunger and I can tell how badly he wants to join us, feel his desire beating through me from the matebond. But his brother let him have his first time with me alone and he’s going to do the same.I turn to Seth when I hear a cabinet opening. I can’t see what he’s pulling out, but when he turns back to me, I can see that his cock is fully erect again, his eyes drowning in their steel gray color. Just the look on his face has my heart racing and my breath coming out fast. He climbs on the bed between my legs, putting whatever he brought with him behind him. Seth smirks as he looks at my pussy, seeing the after effects of what he and his brother have done and my desire for more in my dripping juices and reddened flesh. Seth’s gaze flicks up to mine and he watches me as he moves closer. “Mike, loosen her
The attack on Bella’s covendom didn’t go as planned. We didn’t get Citra, which is what I had hoped. They didn’t kill Bella or get any of the wolves. In fact, Bella was now protected for the rest of her life by her Thane’s sacrifice. Pffft. Idiot. Had he known what was coming. But the Riding Hoods had lost two more of their witches. Reinforcements were on their way from Europe, but it was a tricky process to get them in, especially since witches now knew to look for them. They would be looking for magic spikes and signs of spell casting along the regular routes. Seems that even some of the Crone’s followers were upset that the Riding Hoods were here and causing havoc. No matter. Once I have what I need, the Riding Hoods can do whatever they want with the wolves. And with my sister. I don’t care as long as I can keep my powers and my coven. I might even help them to exterminate the wolves. The thought sends a warm glow through me. Those mutts fucked this up for me whe
“Ok, looks like we’ve got a lot to do in a little bit of time,” Hakeem says, projecting our tasks up on the screen for all to see. “First off, let’s take a vote. Do we all agree on moving to the Meteoric Rise Pack territory?” Hands are raised around the table, the vote completely unanimous. “Good.” Hakeem starts typing. “So we need to split the packs into six different locations and we’ve got to figure out how to get there.” Keegan speaks up. “Personally, I think that we need to have a trio at each location. With your augmented powers, you guys are our best bet for protection.” Murmurs of agreement are heard around the table, so we start splitting up the packs. The main packhouse is outside of Abilene. Obviously, Naomi and Slade, along with the rest of the Meteoric Rise Pack will be stationed there. But we also decide that Devin and Arya will go there. As the demi-gods of our group, it seemed like the best idea to put them in the center of the territory where they had nea
Brandon and I had been planning this night for a while. Charlie is an amazing she-wolf. A wonderful mother, an awesome luna, a formidable warrior, and a magnificent mate. Neither of us had ever thought that we’d be as happy as we are together. It seems miraculous that the three of us were mated to each other. We were the only ones that the each other truly wanted. Ever. And by some unbelievable twist of fate, the Goddess had decided to bring trios back for us to be a part of them. So, Brandon and I wanted to do something special for her first birthday as our mate and as a mother. Danielle and Alistar meet us outside of the Council Hall. “Mom and Dad,” Charlie greets, hugging them. Confusion flitters across her face as she looks between the two of them. “What are you guys doing here?” Alistar takes Christy’s carrier from me before grabbing Jared’s from Brandon. Danielle hands me a picnic basket and takes the diaper bag from Charlie’s shoulders. “We’re picking up the pup
The tunnels twisted and turned in an endless labyrinth beneath the Hoia Baciu Forest. The scent of damp earth mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood and decay. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows along the stone walls as I strode through the corridor, my Thane, Sybil, walking briskly beside me.“How is she doing?” I asked without breaking my stride.“She is much more stubborn, much more resilient than we anticipated,” Sybil admitted. “But we believe we may have turned the corner, High Priestess.”“Oh?” I arched a brow, intrigued. Morgana’s torture had been… sluggish. Less satisfying than I had hoped.Torture, after all, is not simply about the body—it is about breaking the mind. True suffering comes when a victim loses their very sense of self, when they beg for death, only to have it denied over and over. And yet, Morgana had proven difficult to crack.Nine months. Nine months of relentless torment. We had shattered her bones and healed them daily, forced her to endure t
The ride from Texas to our packhouse should normally take 21 hours, but we’ve made it a one-week trip, sending our beta, Landry, ahead of us in our plane. He will help our people move in and settle while Brandon, our parents, and all of our pups take a little side trip for some downtime.Carl, Richard, and Lauren elected to move back to Artemis lands with us. It’s where they lived, where Carl and Richard grew up, and where they raised their older children. Now that they had a new set of pups, they wanted to come back. My mom and Charlie’s parents were also moving back with us. It was their way to see their grandpups grow but also to honor the lives of my father and Charlie.Carl, Richard, and Lauren were a little upset that Dev, Arya, Jakey, and the twins were remaining in Texas and that they wouldn’t be able to see them as much, but we’ve already got a couple of trips scheduled back and forth so that all the cousins could get together and we could see our best friends.Our side trip t
The past few months have been some of the most emotionally difficult of my life. Not only am I nearing the end of my pregnancy with our little boy, but we are also leaving Texas— all of us. Except for the old Diana pack and Arya and Dev’s pack, the rest of us will be gone by tomorrow.The last three months have been consumed with finalizing pack laws, succession rules, and building the new packhouses for each territory. We've been moving everything from our old homes, figuring out pack logistics, and ensuring every wolf is accounted for. It’s been exhausting, but necessary.We also had to choose our new betas, gammas, and deltas. In a twist of fate, Donavon asked to be our beta so that Kesha could stay close to Slade and Chloe. Rin made the same request to serve under Case, Chloe, and Sev, so their families could stay together. That means Mike and Seth will also be moving up north. But the tech squad doesn’t need to be in the same room to work together, so at least that transition will
"Reports have been consistent from all of our sources. Other than one of the fae discovering what was left of Locasta’s body in the bayou, there hasn’t been a single sighting of any Riding Hoods on American soil,” Hawk says.We’re in one of our combined council meetings, with all the alphas from every pack in the U.S., as well as the heads and representatives of the Maiden, Mother, and Crone covens for Hecate. There’s also a representative from the Seelie Fairy Court and an ambassador from the Unseelie Fairy Court. The sooner we can get all of us on the same side, the better we’ll be protected from groups like the Riding Hoods. We’re hoping to expand this into a global alliance—a kind of supernatural U.N.For now, the fae are willing to let the U.S. be the test subject. Convincing the other shifter groups, however, has been difficult. Many remain elusive or outright resistant to the idea. Zak’s presence would have helped—his Goddess gifts have a way of swaying even the most stubborn mi
After the ceremony, Gregory and I help Jamal back to our cabin. Every time I see him in that damn wheelchair, I get livid all over again. Those witches. I can’t believe Locasta and Morgana got the drop on him.He freely admits he was distracted—he had taken a call from Seth and Mike about incoming witches. It turned out to be nothing, just the Crone coven sweeping through like they promised. Apparently, no one had thought to inform our tech team of that part of the plan. And no one but Jamal had their phone turned on.Morgana had woken up just before the call. While Jamal was preoccupied, she directed Locasta to retrieve a knife from her boot—silver and coated in wolfsbane. They cut themselves free, then stabbed Jamal in the back of the neck, severing part of his spinal cord. He collapsed immediately. The wolfsbane knocked him out, and the silver cauterized the damage. For a time, he couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t even breathe on his own.Arya and Dev managed to purge the wolfsb
Zak and I have been in a fog since Charlie’s death yesterday. The one and only thing that has brought us any solace is our pups. It seems like, overnight, they began looking more and more like their mother. Though both of them have always had Charlie’s gray, raincloud eyes, their faces and bodies seem to have gotten leaner, their chins more pointed, their cheeks hollowing slightly to reveal high, sculpted cheekbones. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but others in the pack have noticed it, too.Our families are around us. Friends come in and out of our cabin. All of our mothers—Lauren, Danielle, and Clara—busy themselves with the pups, cooking, keeping things moving as if that will help. The house bustles with people, but I barely register them.The only things that ground me are Zak’s hand in mine, the weight of Christy’s sloppy kisses on my cheek, the warmth of Jerry’s small body as he curls into my chest.I know I eat. I shower. I dress. I might even respond to people. But it’s all
So many emotions. Thank the Goddess on High that I’ve been training on how to empty myself of other people’s feelings. If not, I’d be drowning in them, rocking in a corner with my thumb in my mouth. Despair. Pain. Rage. Dread. Determination. They flood over me like a tidal wave, crashing against my mental defenses. But using the techniques Meredith taught me, I let them wash over me and drain away, like waves receding from the shore.I have to keep my head on straight. My job is twofold. First, I need to help my friends process their grief without letting it consume them. Zak and Brandon’s pain is like a living thing, a force that threatens to unravel everything if I don’t keep it contained. I push their suffering to the back of their minds, tempering their anger to something useful. They don’t want this—but they need it.Then there’s Dev. His grief is just as raw, just as deep, but there’s a difference. Beneath his devastation, there’s acceptance. A flicker of hope. He knows that he’l
Zak and Brandon push through the door, Brandon almost immediately shoving Zak to the floor as a ball of lightning rushes through the air toward them. It slams into the door just above their heads before Gregory vaults over them, a shield of the same crackling energy covering us as we begin to move through the doorway.Gregory’s ability to mimic Morgana’s powers surprises her, giving Jamal the time to step into the room after his mate. His power fills the space, nullifying all the goddess gifts of those within a 100-foot radius (we checked). That includes all the witches’ powers. The only ones that won’t be affected by Jamal’s power are Arya and me. Our gifts aren’t Goddess-given but Goddess-like. He can’t take away what is part of the Goddess.The look on Morgana’s face as she drops like a fucking stone is almost enough to make me smile. Her scream echoes through the stairwell, the resounding thud as she lands and the breath whooshes out of her is immensely satisfying. Unfortunately, o
I don’t know what gave me the idea of the salt trail. Honestly, I haven’t been able to think of much since I’ve been here. The thought of us being so close to freedom seems unreal. I never thought that I would escape the Riding Hoods alive. It makes the frustration that Charlie is feeling about us going around in circles barely register to me. I’m still finding it hard to believe that we’re going to get out of here.But the salt sparks a memory of my favorite childhood fairytale. My mother hated it, the way that the witch was portrayed, but I loved the thought of children being able to outsmart an adult like that. I read every version I could find and acted it out with my toys all the time. I even made Mom, Dad, and Bella call me Gretel for about a year.So, I really shouldn’t be surprised that my old favorite story came to me in a time of need. The whole scenario was made better by the fact that Charlie called me Gretel. I feel like I’m getting some of me back. Like I’m starting to wa