It's February already, can you believe it? This book should be finished this month and the second book of the main trilogy will begin uploading very shortly after. As always, thank you to each and every one of you for your continued support, gems, comments and thumbs ups. It really helps keep me motivated to write and keep sharing with you all, even on slow days. VB xx
Hunter’s POVI don’t think anyone has slept in the last forty eight hours, at least none of the inner circle has. The Old Guard and Elite Warriors are on rotating twelve hour shifts, but most of them are working overtime to help at the hospital and organise supplies. There are also being roped into other things which we had overlooked, like security in the ballroom, where we have set up the emergency accommodation for the storm. Tempers are getting frayed amongst the pack members, it’s not easy having so many people packed into such a small space and people have been butting heads left and right.Anyway, I’m fucking shattered and just about ready to hit the hay, when Liberty drops a bombshell. She has another power, or gift, whatever she calls them, I guess they are both. Projection, she called it when she gave me a short but sweet debrief. So now I’m trying to round up a dozen men who have actually rested in the last two days, to be security for her most recent revelation and impendi
Liberty’s POVSomething moving quickly draws my eye to the left and that is when I see her, stumbling in the mud, the drenched ground eating away at her progress. She is so close to us I can feel her panic, but the wolves behind her are gaining fast.I stand motionless and watch, with my heart pulsating rapidly in my throat, as Gerald and half of the men I brought with me unbuckle their armour and let it fall to the ground before racing towards her on all fours. A blur of grey, sable, black and tan, rushes past with lightning speed. I know they can easily eliminate the threat that Kendrick’s men would pose to us, but can they reach Melissa in time to save her.The clouds above part, casting a silver glow from the moon onto the scene playing out before me. The rain and wind almost stop, and everything seems to move in slow motion. It’s like the Goddess swept the storm aside to see events unfold for herself.Gerald has broken out, ahead of the pack and he can’t be more than fifty yards
Gabriel’s POVThe worst of the storm is finally behind us, the weather is still shit, but it’s safe for everyone to return to their homes at last. It couldn’t have come at a better time to be honest, the last few days could have tested the patience of a saint, and I’m no saint. Liberty is in full on nesting mode, getting a room ready for Arliegha , and it’s been interesting around here to say the least.Zander is still in the hospital. Doc Wood is absolutely adamant that he will be there another couple of days. Needless to say, that didn’t go down very well with the most impatient patient to ever grace the earth. He has been chomping at the bit to get out of there since the same day he opened his eyes. When everything happened in no man’s land with the witch, it took me and Uriel as well as several nurses to keep him in his room. Luckily Christian knew well enough to bring Liberty straight here And he finally agreed to stay put as long as liberty promised to stay out of trouble.She t
Averson’s POV This is precisely the dramatic affair I had hoped to avoid. Coming face to face with the family that had once thought me dead and I had happily allowed them to live in ignorance of my plight. The son I was taken from and great niece I never knew and couldn’t protect, are now on their way to pass judgement on me. I can only hope their minds are open to the reality of what I have to tell them. When news reached me of my former pack’s annihilation I spent several long months in the mountains, riding the cusp between somewhat sane and feral, torturing myself with the what if’s. I knew I should have returned home sooner and taken my place at the head of the pack. I could have warned them all about what was going in so close to our doorstep. I escaped two years one hundred and thirty seven days after the rebellion captured me, but I chose to stay away for over two decades. That is on me, and it’s a burden that has grown in weight every single day since. When Alderian stepped
Liberty’s POV When Esme told me she wasn’t coming to The Rocks with the rest of us, I was surprised. I may have only recently got to know my aunt again, but it became obvious soon after her arrival that she likes to insert herself into all and every drama. Everything was put right in the world a couple of minutes later when she pulled me discreetly to one side and told me that someone would arrive here whilst we were all gone. Obviously I was reluctant to leave her on her own to begin with, but she assured me that she would be perfectly safe. She said she knew who was coming and they are no threat to us. In fact, they are here with Averson and have been expected for some time. Averson was on the beach with Gabe and I was itching to get the answers to many questions. I have had his name weaving between everything going on in my head for days now. Up until yesterday I had no idea who he is, why he would come here, or what his arrival means. So I did the only thing I could think to do.
Hunter’s POVI don’t remember if I ever saw my mother shift, I must have, I can’t recall any time in particular, but then, I don’t remember much of my younger years at all. I have maybe four or five clear memories, none of them good, but all the little details are lost to my struggle for survival after a left the pack.I knew I wouldn’t have any semblance of a life if I stayed there. The way my mother was treated showed me that. I understand now. Ever since the truth came to light about my identity, when Esme helped me fill in the blanks, I would have been next in line to be Alpha. Not that I could prove my parentage, but the threat was obviously real enough for them to take extreme measures to make sure the truth never came to light.She was different, no matter what they put her through, she always had a smile for me at the end of a long, hard day. She would sing, and tell me stories of brave men and women, their struggles and triumphs. She never hid the savagery of the world from m
Imelda’s POVMy family is small and scattered across the world, but most beloved of these is my only grandson Hunter, who I last saw when he was a baby. Afraid of his untapped powers in the wrong hands, my daughter and her mate pleaded with me to bind his powers and help hide him from the magical world, his Alpha blood and magical heritage would make him a target for his entire life. I did as they asked and bound Hunter's gifts so he could live his life safely and happily. It was a difficult decision to make, yet necessary in order to keep him hidden and protected from the dangers of the mortal world and power hungry shifter rebellion.They both agreed that when he came of age, I would lift the binding and protection ward, and he would travel to the far lands with me to learn how to use his gifts, something his mother would have taught him as he grew into them naturally in normal circumstances.Over the years, I kept a close watch over Hunter despite physical distance. From afar, I ha
Liberty’s POV If I have gained any insight from the last few months, it is that holding on to the past is like trying to swim against the tide, with other people's choices dragging you down. It takes a tremendous amount of energy and courage to let go and move on, but it is necessary for our own growth and healing. I’m done with all the anger and sense of personal loss. This is about so much more than me alone, and it is the others like me that I fight for. For my pack, my pups and all the young women who never made it out of that room alive. Justice has been a beacon of hope in my mind throughout this entire journey, giving me strength and courage to push forward even when times have felt impossible, especially during the moments when Kendrick's haunting presence invades my nightmares. I have been blessed with the opportunity to truly live life on my own terms, something that I never thought was possible or even wanted before. I won’t allow anyone to taint it. Averson has fucked
Dear readers.Thank you all for your support of the first book of my Twin Alphas trilogy. Book Two, Twin Alphas' Celestial Luna, is now available. If you are using the updated version of the app, it should come up automatically for you. If you aren’t using the updated version you can search for it by title.I hope you continue enjoying the story of Pine Lake pack and everything that unfolds in book two.I love to read all of your comments and reviews, so please stop and say hello, let me know what you enjoyed or what you hope for the future of the pack. I reply to as many comments and reviews as possible.As always, thanks again, and happy reading.VB xx
Twin Alphas' Celestial LunaChapter TwoLottie’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
Twin Alphas' Celestial Luna. Book Two of the Twin Alphas' trilogy Chapter One 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 th
Marcel’s POV Liberty leaps off Zander’s lap and reaches her office door in one single movement. “Where is she going?” Hunter looks at the door, quizzically, then everyone in the room seems to realise at the same time, she has just run off on her own. I know it can’t be because of what I showed her. Nothing about that would have her sprinting from the room like the devil is nipping at her tail. “I have no idea.” I stand but am almost immediately knocked back down by the two hulking Alphas who jump to their feet and make a beeline for the door, hot on the heels of Hunter. Gabriel and Uriel give each other a weary, knowing look, Gabe rubs his chin between his thumb and forefinger and Uriel scratches at the back of his neck. The two of them obviously have no idea what’s happening. “There are wolves at the beach, near The Rocks. They have already taken the lighthouse.” Esme’s flat, emotionless tone is chilling and she sits, staring vacantly into the middle distance, her eyes glazed over
Liberty’s POV If I have gained any insight from the last few months, it is that holding on to the past is like trying to swim against the tide, with other people's choices dragging you down. It takes a tremendous amount of energy and courage to let go and move on, but it is necessary for our own growth and healing. I’m done with all the anger and sense of personal loss. This is about so much more than me alone, and it is the others like me that I fight for. For my pack, my pups and all the young women who never made it out of that room alive. Justice has been a beacon of hope in my mind throughout this entire journey, giving me strength and courage to push forward even when times have felt impossible, especially during the moments when Kendrick's haunting presence invades my nightmares. I have been blessed with the opportunity to truly live life on my own terms, something that I never thought was possible or even wanted before. I won’t allow anyone to taint it. Averson has fucked
Imelda’s POVMy family is small and scattered across the world, but most beloved of these is my only grandson Hunter, who I last saw when he was a baby. Afraid of his untapped powers in the wrong hands, my daughter and her mate pleaded with me to bind his powers and help hide him from the magical world, his Alpha blood and magical heritage would make him a target for his entire life. I did as they asked and bound Hunter's gifts so he could live his life safely and happily. It was a difficult decision to make, yet necessary in order to keep him hidden and protected from the dangers of the mortal world and power hungry shifter rebellion.They both agreed that when he came of age, I would lift the binding and protection ward, and he would travel to the far lands with me to learn how to use his gifts, something his mother would have taught him as he grew into them naturally in normal circumstances.Over the years, I kept a close watch over Hunter despite physical distance. From afar, I ha
Hunter’s POVI don’t remember if I ever saw my mother shift, I must have, I can’t recall any time in particular, but then, I don’t remember much of my younger years at all. I have maybe four or five clear memories, none of them good, but all the little details are lost to my struggle for survival after a left the pack.I knew I wouldn’t have any semblance of a life if I stayed there. The way my mother was treated showed me that. I understand now. Ever since the truth came to light about my identity, when Esme helped me fill in the blanks, I would have been next in line to be Alpha. Not that I could prove my parentage, but the threat was obviously real enough for them to take extreme measures to make sure the truth never came to light.She was different, no matter what they put her through, she always had a smile for me at the end of a long, hard day. She would sing, and tell me stories of brave men and women, their struggles and triumphs. She never hid the savagery of the world from m
Liberty’s POV When Esme told me she wasn’t coming to The Rocks with the rest of us, I was surprised. I may have only recently got to know my aunt again, but it became obvious soon after her arrival that she likes to insert herself into all and every drama. Everything was put right in the world a couple of minutes later when she pulled me discreetly to one side and told me that someone would arrive here whilst we were all gone. Obviously I was reluctant to leave her on her own to begin with, but she assured me that she would be perfectly safe. She said she knew who was coming and they are no threat to us. In fact, they are here with Averson and have been expected for some time. Averson was on the beach with Gabe and I was itching to get the answers to many questions. I have had his name weaving between everything going on in my head for days now. Up until yesterday I had no idea who he is, why he would come here, or what his arrival means. So I did the only thing I could think to do.
Averson’s POV This is precisely the dramatic affair I had hoped to avoid. Coming face to face with the family that had once thought me dead and I had happily allowed them to live in ignorance of my plight. The son I was taken from and great niece I never knew and couldn’t protect, are now on their way to pass judgement on me. I can only hope their minds are open to the reality of what I have to tell them. When news reached me of my former pack’s annihilation I spent several long months in the mountains, riding the cusp between somewhat sane and feral, torturing myself with the what if’s. I knew I should have returned home sooner and taken my place at the head of the pack. I could have warned them all about what was going in so close to our doorstep. I escaped two years one hundred and thirty seven days after the rebellion captured me, but I chose to stay away for over two decades. That is on me, and it’s a burden that has grown in weight every single day since. When Alderian stepped