“Hey, what’s wrong little one?” Zander steps off the last step, leaving me two steps above him. His thumb sweeps a lobe tear from my cheek. “It’s nothing.” Great, so this is how it’s going to be. I just cry at the drop of a hat. How is it I can get through the nightly routine with Kendrick and not feel anything, yet the mere mention of something as mundane as food has me weeping like a pup.“If it makes you sad, it’s something.” He leads me down the last couple of stairs and I find myself pulled against his warm, hard body. His arms wrap around me, one hand cradling the back of my head against his chest. I can’t move, not even to draw breath. My heart pounds against my ribs with such ferocity I’m sure he will have bruises. “Your suffering is over little mate.” He purrs into my hair as his lips settle into a kiss on the top of my head. My limbs begin to relax into his embrace, it feels good to be held like this. “Where is she?” an excited squeal comes from what I assume is the k
“Just leave what you don’t like little one.” He winks and pours drinks for all of us. A comfortable silence falls over the three of them, broken by the occasional moan of appreciation. The food is good, but my appetite is nowhere to be seen, despite the aching hunger. I don’t want to appear rude so I try everything on my plate. One of the dishes makes my lips and tongue burn, Lottie laughs as I grab for my water to put out the fire in my mouth.“Not a curry fan then.” She splutters as she takes another bite of her food.“It burns.” My voice croaks. The water has done nothing to give me the feeling back in my lips. I think I’ll stick to the plain, familiar food for now. I eat a bit more chicken and some broccoli and soon feel full.“Thank you for dinner.” I lean back in my seat and thank Christian. My stomach feels so heavy I doubt I’ll be able to stand any time soon. “You barely ate anything.” Lottie’s off the cuff remark earns her a glare from each of her brothers. “The Doc sa
“This is amazing.” I breath in awe. My feet move automatically, weaving between the deep reclining sofas and high backed, spacious chairs. One of the chairs is so big it could easily fit 4 people on it, the curved back has holes and trays built into it. Christian laughs when I put a hand down one of hole holes to see how deep it is.“That’s for you to put your drink, so it doesn’t spill. The trays are for popcorn, sweets, nachos, French fries, burgers, whatever you fancy really. Not pizza though.” He laughs. My eyebrows knit together, why is that funny?“Zander balanced a whole pizza there once, still in its box. Then he started to fall asleep and his head hit the corner. The pizza flew through the air and hit the wall before sliding down it, all the way to the floor. He thought it was hilarious. That pizza was half mine.” he pouts and looks like he was genuinely sad about his lost pizza and a giggle escapes me. Maybe he isn’t so frightening after all.“When I was little I saw Find
Christian’s POV This morning I never would have expected or dared to hope that by this evening Liberty would be snuggled against me waiting to watch a movie. Our bond may not be complete, but I can sense her seeking comfort from presence. Part of me is overjoyed she would find comfort in my touch, the other part is beyond livid that she has anything to seek comfort for. Her heart is hammering in her chest, and I muffled sniffle escapes her as I take the chance and wrap my arm around her tighter, pulling her as close as I can.“Look at me little one.” I cup her chin in the v of my hand, between my fingers and thumb, and gently tip her head up to face me. A single tear drops from her lashes and lands on her flushed pink cheek. Max starts ranting in my head about the things he will do to that bastard Kendrick when we get out claws into him. The salty sorrow that coats my lips when I lean down to kiss the tear away only enrages Max further and I have to push him as far back in my mind as
“Cozy?” Zand mind links me as he walks in and notices Liberty peacefully reclined against me. “She was a bit emotional. Not sure why, but she seems a better now.” I hear the sigh of relief he breathes out across the room. No doubt thinking the same as I did, she must be feeling the bond more if she is looking to us for comfort.“Zand, move your arse, it’s starting.” Lottie calls to him impatiently. Considering the veritable stockpile she managed to carry on her own, it’s amusing to watch Zand trying to juggle four drinks.“Grab a few blankets from the other ottoman before you sit down, Lottie has put this one out of action.” I bite back my laugh, knowing he must feel a pang of longing, seeing Liberty so close to me. I know I would if the roles were reversed. Its new territory for both of us. When I knew he was in the shower with her earlier Max almost lost his shit. I know deep down that Zand is better with emotions and has a knack for seeing things through the eyes of others. I a
Liberty’s POV“You see what I have to do, you selfish, useless, little whore.” Kendrick’s scarlet, snarling face is only a couple of feet from the bars of my cage as he spits his venomous words in my direction. His angry purple cock is gripped firmly in his hand, the head of it bending crookedly to the side. The nightly routine runs through my mind with such clarity, I can taste the fear in the air. Another one of his maids kneels before him, her red blotchy face, steaked with tears. Each night is a different girl as he cycles through his victims. She knows what is coming, there is no way the rest of the pack house don’t hear the cries, or notice when one of them goes missing. The same as every other night. He grabs a fist full of her hair, making her scream as he yanks he head back. He has snapped more than on neck as I watch in horror, bars preventing me from doing anything be spectate.“Please Alpha..” she begs, but her pleas fall on deaf ears, instead he takes the opportunity of
The mattress breathes and groans as the men either side of me stir. I’ve shifted in my sleep and am now laying on my back, a heavy arm from either side lays across my chest pulling me into the mattress, its soft form moulding around me. Each of the twins have one of my legs wrapped up in theirs, keeping me from being able to close them and the t-shirt I’m wearing has ridden up around my waist in my sleep. I keep my eyes closed, not ready to wake up just yet, I can’t remember the last time I had a restful sleep, my greedy mind wants more but it’s no use, I’m wide awake. Tingles run up and down me left leg, coaxing the nerves to life under my skin. Sparks fizz and flow in waves up my other leg, the two sensations meeting at my core, causing an unfamiliar warm pressure deep in my tummy. A few minutes pass and I’m resigned to my fate, being pinned to the bed until the guys wake up. I tried to lift their arms, but the dead weight was just too much for me, especially from this angle. “Goo
“Yes?” he asks. I manage a small nod, expecting Zander to break away. He does no such thing and Christian disappears from sight. The bed dips near my legs and I’m momentarily distracted by Zander rolling one of my nipples between his thumb and finger, he pulls my leg further to the side with his own leg. Sparks rush over me as Christian lifts my other leg to the side, spreading me before himself. I feel heat rising in my cheeks, I know he is looking right between my legs, I can feel his eyes wandering over me, examining me in my vulnerable state. Rough stubble grazes my sensitised skin and his warm flat tongue strokes a blazing trail towards my leaking core. Zander kisses from my mouth, down my jaw, back to my neck, lifting and bunching the top before swiftly pulling it from under me, and off over my head. My fingers slide into Christian’s hair, it’s a feeble attempt to stop his advances. How can I want to feel his mouth there but not want it at the same time? My other hand grasps at
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