Hey friends! Hope everyone had a great weekend. So, I've been talking with my editor and I have two ideas for follow-up books/series. Help me decide what I should do first (I will end up doing both ideas, it's just which one I'm going to do first): 1) a book about how the original mates of the trios got together (Bhakti and Liam, Hakeem and Gael, Zak and Charlie, Corinda and Casen), 2) Trios Legacy Series - stories about the pups of all of the trios (at least 5 books, possibly more). Which one should I do first? You can leave your comments here or find me on Instagram. Leave me some love and let me know what you think. See you soon!
Case and I sit in two chairs in Chloe’s room. She’s surprisingly neat for her age. I remember my mom yelling at me every time that she came into my room when I was 19 to clean my room. I never really got the whole cleaning routine down until we started to move from pack to pack, with barely anything to carry with us. We had to be ready to go on a moment’s notice, in case the pack figured out that we were a trio. It keeps you organized, whether you want to be or not.I missed being that young and carefree, having someone else worrying about the big stuff. Really, I just missed having parents that cared for me. Parents that loved me. Too bad that they didn’t try to reason with Case’s dad. Didn’t stand up to him when he threw us out of the pack. Thinking about my new mate, she never had that as a pup. One of the many reasons that I’m glad that we destroyed the Black Night Pack, but also a reason that I wished that we had made their deaths take longer.If she’ll let us, I’ll giv
I can’t believe the clusterfuck that my life has become in the last six hours. Not only have I lost any alliance that I could have possibly had with the wolves, now my coven’s inner circle knows that I can’t have children.What those damn demi-gods said was true. With a barren High Priestess at the helm, the coven will wither and die. We’d seen a recent troubling trend of pregnant witches having complications with carrying their babies, which has led to a couple of stillbirths. The next step would be come spring when the animals started to get pregnant. There would be a rash of miscarriages, still-births, and animals that just couldn’t get pregnant.The Mother aspect of Hecate is the goddess of fertility. That is supposed to be my power. But if I’m barren, my entire coven will be as well. It was half the reason that my mother had kept her alliance with Julian’s pack. We all knew that he was psychotic, but he would willingly give us what we needed to complete the potion to make
Case kneels in front of me on the floor. “Chloe, we love you. Always have. More than as a friend or the little sister that Slade and Kesha see you as. More than as the protector that Rin sees herself as. We love you. We want you to be happy. If you think you’ll be happy with us, we will spend everyday for the rest of our lives making ourselves worthy of that choice. If not…” Case turns to look at Sev before looking back at me. “If not, we’ll complete the rejection.”My heart is hammering in my chest, making it difficult for me to breathe. The thought of being with them scares me half to death. I can’t imagine having that choice taken from me, having someone else decide what will make me happy. But the thought of being without them is even worse. The second Case says that, it’s like my heart stops beating in my chest. I desperately look back and forth between the two of them, begging them to say something else, to stop the pain that’s burning in my chest.Sev stands, putt
I snuggle into Chloe’s body as she faces me, Case snuggling into her back. All of our bodies are sweat-slicked and our breathing is labored. My heart is so full. The feeling of sparks where either of my mates touch me is amazing and comforting and arousing again. I can already feel my cock stirring against Chloe’s legs and her scent is clouding all of my senses. Through the wide open link, I can tell that Case feels the same thing. He shifts in the bed, rubbing his returning erection on Chloe’s ass as he bends down to lay small kisses on her shoulders. I begin to move my hand down her flat stomach, making my way to toy with her clit when her words stop me cold. “We didn’t mark each other.” Just like that, Case and I freeze. It was the hardest thing that either of us have had to do, not marking her as our mate. Letting every male know to back the fuck off, that Chloe is ours. But we had already decided that we wouldn’t push it, even if she did accept us. Which she did in th
Despite everything that I have ever heard about werewolves, I actually really like them. I mean, I wasn’t going to automatically be a bitch to them like Celeste had been ever since we walked into the hotel. That just wasn’t my style. But, at the same time, I had always heard the stereotypes the werewolves were vicious, misogynistic, stupid, bloodthirsty beasts who only cared about fighting and mating. Granted, some of them were a little more hot headed than I was, but that could be said for most humans and witches. Gael, for instance, kept an even temper at almost all times. Diego was hilarious, as was Karamea, though in a more pointed way. Hakeem, Naomi, and Lily were actually very quiet, whereas Sandra and Liam were often fighting like an old married couple who required Bhakti to referee between them. Devin and Arya were extremely down to earth, even though they were demi-gods. And Charlie and Zak were very straight forward, but not rude. All of the males looked to their fe
I’m up the next morning by 5:30 to get ready for our handfasting ceremony. Lunar and solar times are important in our culture. The start of a new day symbolizes new beginnings and I couldn’t think of a better time to have my handfasting with Michael. Surprisingly, Charlie’s there with me. She and I had become close during my time in the pack, but I didn’t expect her to leave her mate and comfortable bed at this time. But she knocked on the door by 5:45 with coffee and muffins in hand. She hurriedly ushered Michael out of the cabin, telling him to make sure that Zak isn’t sleeping in and actually helped him get ready. I quickly shower and we eat before we start getting ready.As she’s fixing my makeup, she chatters about the ceremony and my pregnancy. By 6:30, she’s starting to work on my hair. “I had no idea that this wasn’t your natural hair color.” She’s running her hands through my white blonde locks to get a feel for how my hair behaves.“It’s a special potion that chang
The ceremony was gorgeous. The look of absolute joy on Citra’s face and complete adoration and devotion on Michael’s is why officiating handfastings is one of my favorite things about being a High Priestess. But now, it’s time for the feast. Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. Add mimosa’s, Bloody Mary’s and cake? Shit, I’ll officiate a handfasting every day of the week. And then have to upgrade my gym membership. The cooks ‘put their foot’ in the food as my granny would say. The eggs are soft and pillowy. The grits creamy and full of cheese. The pancakes with the perfect amount of cinnamon. And don’t even get me started on the steak. “You guys eat all this for breakfast?” Lily asks, her eyes wide as she looks around the table. “Honey, you forget that we’re in the south. We don’t count carbs and a meal just ain’t complete without biscuits and sweet tea,” I say, smiling. Karamea starts piling her plate with food. “That’s it. We’re moving the pack to Texas!” Diego
“Fucking hell!” I give an exasperated sigh when Bella’s Thane tells us about the encampments. “We’ve gotta get out of here. We can’t be putting your people in danger.” Bella looks overwhelmed with gratitude that I’m thinking about her people above our own safety. “I thank you for your concern, but don’t worry about my people. We’ve got them covered.” She goes on to explain the precautions that she’s already set into motion. “I think that the biggest concern is getting you out of here tomorrow without the Riding Hoods following you and attacking.” “If I may, High Priestess, I think I have an idea,” one of the older male witches speaks up. “Please, Elvin. Any and all help is very much welcome and appreciated.” Bella smiles fondly at the older man. Elvin turns to us. “You came by plane, correct?” “Yes,” Gael affirms. “Is it still in the area?” Elvin asks. I shake my head. “We sent it home so that it didn’t accidentally fall into the wrong hands.” Elvin nods in acknowled
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