Hey friends! Sooo, who called Lauren being pregnant, cause yup! Another set of twins to add to the mix. And Corinda, for all her wanting to be cool and wait to claim her mates, wasn't quiet able to pull it off. Ah, the mate bond :) Leave me some love and let me know what you think. See you soon!
“What the fuck just happened?” Jamal asks me. “Bitch got hers is what just happened!” I cackle next to him. “But the twins…For one, they’re not 21 yet and for two, they’re twins! They can’t be each other’s mates!” Gregory says. I cock my head and squint at him. “Obviously. They’re both her mate, not each other’s.” “How do you know this?” Jamal asks, squinting right back at me. “I told them,” Meredith’s voice says, her crescent glowing. “Ah, ok. Gonna leave that one alone then,” Jamal says, turning back to his mate with a shrug. “Wait, what about you? You got a mate in our pack too?” Gregory asks, leaning towards me. “Yeah,” I say, a bored look crossing my face. “He’s running around here somewhere. Goddess, I hope I only have one. I don’t think I could put up with more than one man cold at a time.” Jamal snorts some of the drink he just took a sip of. Gregory laughs loudly while clapping his mate on the back. “Oh, I like you,” Gregory said. “We’re gonna keep you arou
I had forgotten that Keegan’s beta, Donavon, didn’t have a mate yet. He was just so quiet, mostly keeping to himself. But the way he literally picked Gael up and moved him out of the way to get to Kesha was impressive…and freaking hilarious. The look on Gael’s face when Donavon wrapped his meaty hands around his waist and literally picked him up and moved him to the side was priceless. Goddess, I wish I had a camera. After about five minutes, Donavon walks out of the bathroom carrying Kesha in his arms. She’s trying to insist that she can walk, but he refuses to put her down, kissing her face and hands. They don’t even spare the room a glance as Donavon strides to the exit and out the door. Meredith walks out of the bathroom, the Goddess having left. Hakeem meets her at the door with a soda and piece of chocolate. She kisses him, pops the chocolate in her mouth, and opens the soda. Gael is still kind of standing off to the side, a little embarrassed. But honestly, Donavon i
Ok, ok, ok. I get it. I talked a big game about maybe not even telling my mates that they were my mates and going away from them before they were old enough to figure it out and then I go and tell them immediately upon seeing them. But, I dare you to look at someone that fucking hot, see their carbon copy right next to them, feel the draw to them, the need for them, and not go to them. The second that I said they were my mates, their eyes widen and their jaws drop. They looked around, directing their gazes to Arya, Devin, and Meredith. All three nod encouragingly. Immediately, both boys step towards me. Seth wraps his hand around the back of my neck and immediately pulls me into a kiss. Mike moves around behind me, feeling my ass and delving his fingers into my hair as he nuzzles my neck. Neither of these boys seem particularly worried about the other wolves in the room and, at that moment, neither am I. I hear Kesha boom out, “Get a room!” Never breaking my kiss with Set
I can’t believe that she’s ours. She’s beautiful and so responsive to everything we do. Her scent of woodsmoke is comforting and so intoxicating and it enveloped me as her hair whipped around me on the ride from the council hall. The little minx felt the effects that she had on me and began rubbing her ass up and down on my boner. Shit! The feeling of that perfect ass on me was way too distracting for me to be able to drive and I needed to get her home. The bed, the couch, the floor…I didn’t care where I had her, but I needed to get her behind closed doors. The things I have planned for her…no one but my brother and I should see her like that. I will say, it probably wasn’t the best idea for me to touch her like I did while driving. It put my wolf in a frenzy, making him threaten to burst out of me and take her right there. Seth and I had had to keep ourselves as outcasts in Mathias’s pack. It was the only way that we were able to stay out of the pack’s constant jockeying fo
I’m so sensory overloaded by what Mike just did to me that all I can do is lay there and try to figure out how to reuse my limbs. I’ve never felt anything that intense. I know that Mike and Seth are talking, but I have no idea what they’re saying as I try to catch my breath and bring myself down to earth. I feel Mike lick at my bite mark and I know that he’s closing the puncture wounds from his fangs. Any wolves’ saliva can help stop bleeding, though only a mate’s salvia will encourage healing. That’ll only work if they have actually marked either other, though. So, for right now, all he can do is stop any possible bleeding. I expect him to stand, to move to thrust inside of me. Instead, he continues licking up my thigh until he comes to the apex of my core. He inhales deeply before latching on to my clit with his teeth. “Mike!” I moan, loud and long. He hums against me and the vibration travels from his teeth through my clit and makes my entire body vibrate as I feel the
“Ok, we’ve got housing figured out. We get to move…AGAIN!” Kare huffs out a breath that blows her bangs out of her face. “What are we going to do about the cloaked hags?” Silence settles over the room as we think about what really brought us together for this council meeting. “We can’t just let them come to us. Who knows the havoc that they’d wreak?” Bhakti worries. At her tone, Liam puts his arm around her and Sandra grabs her hand. Sandra brings Bhakti’s hand to her mouth and kisses it. Bhakti’s tension seems to ease a little, but worry still creases her forehead. “She’s right,” Dev picks up her thought. “We’re sitting ducks if they figure out where we are.” “They’ve always been behind us, never far from another attack,” Charlie works through her thoughts. “They’ve been hunting us from the start.” “What are you getting at, Charlie?” Jamal asks. “What if we start hunting them? We know where they’ve been recently. It shouldn’t be hard to find them. I’ve taken two sho
Donavon is fucking sexy as all hell. His scent of maple sugar and woodsmoke fills my senses as he insists on carrying me out of the council hall. He’s kissing my face as I make a show of asking him to put me down. Secretly though, I love it. I love how big and strong he is. The feeling of his muscled arms holding me up makes me feel so safe. And turned on. Once we make it outside of the council hall, I turn my face so that his next kiss lands on my lips. I grip the back of his neck, keeping him right there. He grunts and I run my tongue over his lips, asking for entry. He opens his mouth at the same time that he readjusts me in his arms so that I’m facing him with my legs wrapped around his waist. He backs us up so that my back is against the wall of the council hall. Our tongues wrestle in our mouths, moving in, out, and around the other in an attempt to map each other. In the background, I hear the loud roar of a four wheeler or a motorcycle. I’m not sure which. Honest
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.
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