This is the final chapter of 'Twin Alphas' Celestial Luna'. The next book in the series will be 'Marcel of the Lone Mountains- A Vampyre's story.' Book three of the Twin Alphas' series 'Twin Alphas' Hybrid Pack' is set in the future of Pine Lake and will be uploaded after Marcels story. As a writer it can be hard to make my work seen and I would like to thank you all for your continued support. Every like, gem, comment and review makes all the difference and allows me to not only do what I am passionate about for a living, but they give me the encouragement to continue. As always, happy reading, VB xx
Please enjoy a sneak peek of Marcel’s story, which is now available. VB xxMarcel of The Lone Mountains.A Vampyre’s story by Veronica BlackChapter OneMarcel’s POV “Open your eyes and watch, boy.” My father snarls through gritted teeth, spittle flies from his taught lips into my face. He roughly grabs the loosely tied pony tail at the back of my head and wrenches my head back, which forces me to look up and watch the carnage unfolding in front of my eyes. My jaw tightens in frustration but I bite my tongue. I hate that he calls me ‘boy’. I haven’t been a boy for over a century, but he still looks down on me as if I am dirt beneath his boot and nothing more than a juvenile inconvenience. “This... is what we are. This... is what they made us. You can not fight nature son.” He shakes my head, pulling my hair out at its roots, as he aggressively makes his point.He is not wrong about not being able to fight nature, however, we are anything but natural. He continues his speech, the s
Chapter TwoConstance’s POV With the raiding party away, a rare calmness has come over the castle. I often find myself eagerly awaiting their departure so I can let down my guard and just be. This place is the only home I have ever known. I grew up within these walls and every room, every portrait and piece of furniture is attached to a memory of my life before, though it feels less and less like my sanctuary as Halen continues to fill it with his experiments.He says we are all one clan, the vampires he creates are family and that his creations will assure our safety and our place in the world. I know he believes every word he speaks but I can not get a moments peace with them around. I am constantly on edge, waiting for one of them to go feral and kill the human pets Halen keeps around for us to feed upon. He is adamant it will not happen again, but I have quickly learned that his belief in something doesn’t make it so.The dining hall is my second favourite room and as I walk ar
Liberty’s POV“We will cross that bridge if we come to it.” Christian is here, his voice carries a bit of a warning and a lot of fear. I can hear his words but feel like maybe it’s a dream, or a memory. His presence, regardless of form, soothes me.The salinity of Marcels blood wakes my taste buds, and my mind slowly rouses further. It’s definitely not a memory. Not a conventional one anyway. I have taken the place of Luna Serephena and my mother in my vision. Everything has come full circle and I’m laying here on the damp forest floor being fed the same blood that once sustained my mother, and in turn, me.I’m surprised to notice the blood trickling past my lips is cold, tepid at best. I didn’t think it would be cool on my tongue. I mean, I never really gave much thought at all to what blood would taste or feel like, but I certainly would have expected it to be warm. I tentatively swallow as more of the life sustaining liquid pools around my teeth and gums then slides down my throat,
Lottie’s POVRosaline warned me that coming home would be overwhelming and my ties to this place and the land, would be empowering. I believed every word she said, but I didn’t realise how much more power I would have access to just by being back on home turf. I can feel it moving under the ground, spreading from root to root until it channels up through the earth and into me, its willing conduit. I think some of what just happened was probably fear and survival instinct, but it’s not like I was just lighting candles from across the room like I did under Rosaline’s guidance.I’m telling you, those flames must have been ten feet high. I wouldn’t be surprised if I looked in a mirror and saw that I have no eyebrows or eyelashes. My powers might be impressive to an onlooker, but I find them intimidating, especially after the couple of mishaps I had back at the beach house. The less said about that the better. I’m not sure I’ll ever live it down, and I don’t doubt my brothers will hear all
Marcel’s POVI never expected to find a true friend in Liberty. It’s hard to admit to myself, but things would be easier if I had kept a degree of separation.I thought I would watch from the side lines, oversee my plan, and make sure it unfolds as expected.There is something about her that makes it impossible not to be drawn in, she has a kind of inescapable gravity about her. It’s not her beauty, at least not for me. Nor is it her warm, friendly and inviting personality. I know that is what a lot of people ramble on about when they say they are drawn to someone.It’s more primal than that. She is the first soul I have felt a real connection with in many years. When I first arrived here, I had assumed our connection was due to what happened with her mother when she was carrying her, but this transcends even blood.She is a warrior, a survivor. She has seen and experienced the worst the world has to offer and remains untainted by the unimaginable atrocities she has experienced in her
Zander’s POVSelf control is both a blessing and a curse. It means the burden often falls on me to put my own needs last. There is a constant expectation to be there and pick up the pieces, be the strong one, lead everyone else when the shit hits the fan. Of course that falls under my remit as Alpha, but our pack has two Alphas, yet I seem to be the one putting myself on the back burner.I’m not blaming Christian, he is only doing what I have always allowed him to do, and it was Gabe and Uriel who dragged me to the hospital to have my leg rebroken and aligned. It just really boils my piss that yet again I am not there for Liberty when she needs me. I know, I’m being petulant. All that should matter is that she is okay. But that isn’t what my heart feels and when I saw her, she was far from okay.When the lightning struck me, the only thing I saw, all that occupied my thoughts, was her. Liberty has become the centre and my life and world revolves around her. I may be more reserved and
Gabe’s POV I have spent weeks avoiding Lottie, but now that she is back there is no way I can go on like this. The very moment I set eyes on her again in the forest my wolf started going crazy inside my head. He has been on the verge of losing it ever since we realised what she is to us, that day we saw her heading towards the cabin to meet Liberty for the first time, and he is done waiting. My wolf, Ezekiel, prefers to go by Zeke. He says Ezekiel sound too old timey and he needs to change with the times. From the first time he spoke to me on our sacred day I knew there was something different about him. The way he talks is not like anything I have ever heard, and his overall demeanour is un-wolflike, for want of a better word. During our first weeks together he went through all the usual things, helping me learn how to control my shift, getting to know each other and solidifying our bond, the same as every other wolf before and since. The ways of the goddess are unknown to us, and
Imelda’s POVPack politics! It’s enough to drive a woman to drink. Not that I feel the need for an excuse, it’s always six o’clock somewhere.This is why I was so disappointed when my daughter left our coven to join her mate in his pack. Isla had always been far too trusting, always choosing to see the best in people, regardless of whether their actions supported her unwavering loyalty.Of all the packs I suppose I had fewest reservations about Celestial Moon, until I visited for the first time, I had only ever heard positive things about the Alpha and Luna. Then I found out who her mate was. Of all the wolves, in all the world, she was bonded to the next in line to be Alpha. That was the day I discovered my love of rum. My usual herbal teas and elixirs just weren’t cutting it, so when one of my sister witches, Rosaline, insisted on a night on the town, I threw caution to the wind and went for it.I’ve out grown those days now, time has marched on despite the devastating losses of my