Now that the chicken poo had been cleaned up, and we had gotten our giggles out we still needed to get down to business. CeCelia had been laughing so much she had been snorting as I described in detail exactly what had happened with the devil of a drumstick. Finally satisfied with my clean up job I washed my hands and sat back down next to her.
“I guess we should continue” I purred, cupping her cheek and gently kissing her. She made a noise of assent and nipped at my lower lip. Her arms snaked around my neck, she was warm and soft, smelled of freshness and cinnamon. My lips traveled lower to her neck, peppering kisses there and one of my hands traveled upward to her breast. She was something else, even with her sight gone the instinct of a mate was a strong one. Her kisses deepened and I felt myself growing hard against her leg, she smiled wickedly.
“Why exactly do you have THAT chicken?” Zach asked Mike, an eyebrow raised as he glared at the offending piece of poultry. I suppressed a giggle. Mike had the chicken we had seen the night before tucked up neatly under his arm. Zach’s face had gone stormy as he looked menacingly at the fowl, Mike however had a confused look on his face, probably wondering why Zach was so upset about the bird.“I found it roaming around by the packhouse and picked it up. Seems pretty tame” he said, petting the beast's head with two fingers. The chicken leaned into the touch and cooed, apparently having a soft spot for Mike.“Put….it…down…” Zach growled out in a tone that brooked no argument. Mike raised his eyebrow but complied, after all it was an order from his Alpha. In a flash the chicken began to run away at a s
The weeks had flown by, Zach and Mike had sort of settled into a weird rhythm with me. While they each had their own rooms within the packhouse they often spent many nights with me, of course never at the same time. They would alternate or do days in a row; whatever they had worked out between them it was fine with me as I got plenty of time with them both. And when I said plenty of time I meant it, plenty of time in and out of clothes; I had never been so well loved and sexed in my life. Both with extremely different styles. Zach was dark, demanding, and rough, Mike tender and sweet but no less relentless. I had found that as of late, and mostly due to them I was sleeping harder and longer; something I welcomed. Things had sort of normalized within the pack, things had been mostly repaired, or at least in a functional sense. The newer members had become more and more comfortable in their roles, their hesitation long gone by this point. My dad had fin
Lance was just as I remembered him. Tall and imposing, but also with a wide friendly smile. He had gotten wider since I saw him last, wider being more muscular not fatter. I decided it was better not to tell Mike or Zach that we had met up in secret and stayed in contact since whatever happened between our fathers. I knew they would probably not care too much but meeting a guy in secret would raise their hackles a bit and the last thing I needed was them to be suspicious of him given the tension that already existed with our parents. Mike and Zach had thankfully stayed behind, not wanting to be without me it had been a fight; but since I was taking both Christian and Jay as well as many of their pack members, we couldn’t leave Blue Moon vulnerable. As fighters they were more than capable with those that had stayed. I had called ahead and let Lance know when we were close, he was waiting for us on the outskirts of their territory with a few other
Lance was mistaken if he thought for one second, I would forget about his comment or go easy on him. Going easy on him had never been in the cards, and I knew he would be royally pissed if he thought for one second that was what was going on. He had sidled up to me shortly after breakfast reminding me to meet him mid-afternoon so he could “hand my ass to me.” I had rolled my eyes and uttered a yeah right as I stalked off laughing. Lance had never once put me on my ass, and despite the obvious physical improvements he had made I highly doubted that would change anything. Sure, he had gained more muscle and leaned out a lot but that did not necessarily equate with skill and speed, and I knew those were two areas I had always excelled at. Lance while skilled had never mastered speed, at least not the last time we sparred. Hands in his cargo shorts pockets he
My head spun as my vision blurred. My body felt like it was on fire, Lance’s hair tickled my ear and my pulse sped up until I thought my internal temperature would cause me to combust. Then it settled and a wave of cool calmness washed through me, everything back to normal and then some. I felt, whole, complete, settled; but why? The pressure on my throat had eased and I hadn’t even noticed I was breathing unlabored. I looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes that were quite confused, and right above them in the mop of brown hair a stark silver streak had appeared. Blinking rapidly, I tried to sit up, only to find myself sinking back down, but caught by something firm, Lance’s arms. I wanted to hit him, throat punch him, to ask him why, but my mouth wouldn’t move and seemed to be made of stone. “What the actual fuck?” I heard Jay
The hour seemed like an eternity. I showered the dirt and sweat off and got dressed, almost afraid to look in the mirror; but look I did. Where Lance had bitten me there was a small, white, star shaped scar. Well, sort of a scar; more like a mark as it wasn’t raised. It was small, but quite noticeable even as pale as I was it stood out in hard contrast against my skin. I fingered the silver in my hair, I didn’t really mind it much. The silver wasn’t a grey type of silver but rather a pure almost liquid color, flowing through my hair like a molten river; a mark of whatever this was between Lance and I. Heaving a sigh I headed toward Alex’s office, I had really had quite enough surprises lately; and this was the last thing anyone needed. Lance was a good person, and he did not need to be tangled up in whatever bullshit the Earth goddess was abou
LANCE It really seemed unbelievable that I was some sort of mythical creature from a story; one that was indeed thought to not have existed. Leave it to me to be some obscure thing no one had heard about except of course Xavier. Though, if anyone would know things no one else did it would be him, he had read every book in our library and then some; and was always getting more in. Our library was probably the biggest in the area, with ancient texts, fiction, nonfiction and more; not a place I spent a lot of time as I wasn’t much of a reader. That was mostly because Xavier wanted it that way, and to be honest it wasn’t so bad seeing as we had frequent visitors to it from other packs. I shifted on my feet; I didn’t feel any different at all physically. Internally I felt a low thrum, like m
What was going on with this chicken? And why was it everywhere? More importantly, how on earth did it get to Lance, and why was he holding the damn chicken? I could have sworn Zach ate it, although I realized he had never said either way as to the beady-eyed chicken’s fate. Worse yet, it had taken up with Lance and he named the thing instead of eating it. “Lance” I yelled, throwing my arms up in self defense from the onslaught of beak, claws and feathers, and with this particular chicken, poo. He was no help, clutching his sides and laughing hysterically. Swatting at the ferocious beast, I was able to dodge her attack, and knock her sideways, straight onto her fluffy ass. “Get your chicken you asshole!” I hollered at him, and to his credit he was finall
ALL 50 years laterAVA I ran my hands through my frizzy red hair, trying to tame it into a ponytail with little success. I was in decent shape for someone in my mid forties, but my body had definitely started to feel more tired with less work. Max made fun of me all the time, the jerk, but he wasn’t far behind me; just a few years and he was already going gray. Thankfully I wasn’t, but I still had my own hair woes. I dropped into a fighting stance eyeing my opponent, my Alpha, my brother as he gave me a cheeky grin before he lunged. I easily avoided him, and managed to trip him up as he went past me, thwarting his chances of skidding to a stop and turning. Instead he landed on his ass and I barked a laugh, sidling over I held out a hand to haul him up. Max was tall, just like his dad, standing at around six foot three he was compact and lea
CECELIA 10 YEARS LATERI groaned as Mike pushed deeper into me, his hard cock creating friction in my core in such a delicious way. His warm mouth latched onto my nipple as his hand held my hips still while he thrust into me. A moan fell from my lips as I was filled to the brim by my mate, my joy, my sun. His mouth left my nipple and molded to mine in a sweet kiss, that was in direct contrast to his demanding strokes in and out of my body. My hips rose to meet him stroke for stroke as we chased our bliss together, his other hand dropping to my clit as he circled it with the pad of his thumb, forcing me to cry out as I tumbled over the edge. He followed closely behind me, growling out his release as he kissed me fiercely. Before I had time to get my wits about me Zach was there, flipping me onto my stomach and looping his arm around my hips he pulled me flush against him. His hard length resting on top of my back, right
ALLIE 9 YEARS LATERI sat on the front step, basking in the sun and ruffling my feathers; clearly minding my own business when the door swung open. Ava and Max leapt over me, their shadows sailing over my head as they did so, the voices of their parents pouring from the inside of the house as I heard them calling after them to be careful. I squawked, indignant at the interruption in my sunbathing and hauled myself to my feet, settling into a new spot. Many years had passed since we had defeated Perses and sent his smelly, old ass back to where he came from. I had enjoyed my life since then, puttering around the pack lands and doing as I pleased. While I missed Lance terribly I knew he was still here, his spirit lingering to be with his friends. If I was feeling particularly spry I sometimes took a trip to the Mist pack lands, checking in on Devon; who was the new Alpha. I was rudely interrupted again when the kids shot
ZACH 6 YEARS LATERI yawned, stretching my lean body out under the covers in a starfish like fashion. Effectively kicking my brother, who grunted and rolled over in his sleep; our precious mate sandwiched between us. I considered waking her up for a moment, when a piercing shriek from the other room invaded my peace. I tossed a glance beside me, seeing both Mike and CeCe still fast asleep and got up, dragging my hand through my hair as I headed across the hallway. Ava was awake, her little fists waving angrily in the air as she hollered about food. I smiled down at the red haired demon child and scooped her up, humming as she happily nuzzled into my neck, momentarily content. Her dark haired younger brother slept soundly in the crib next to hers, his quiet snores evident now that she was calm. Knowing that the distraction would only last so long I snagged a pull up and wipes before heading to the kitchen.
MIKE 5 YEARS LATERI skipped a stone across the lake, the sun rays glinting off the still water causing me to squint. Ever since Helios I had still maintained a weird affinity to the sun, it somehow seemed to recharge me instead of drain me like it did most. The rickety dock groaned under my weight as I settled onto it, creaking and protesting. I threw another stone out, the plip plops of it skipping making me smile, leaning back on the dock I let my thoughts wander.Xavier, the librarian/scholar of the Mist pack had contacted me a few years ago, saying he thought he had a cure for me. A way to reverse the damage Jason had done and restore my Alpha status. I’d had to really consider this, what this would mean for me; and us. My wolf was smaller than Zach’s, and I smelled of an Omega but otherwise there were no differences. Physically I was more muscula
CHRISTIAN 4 YEARS LATERThis woman was going to break my damn hand, not that I blamed her. Alicia, my mate, groaned with the force of the contraction as she pushed for what had to be the millionth time. Her pain was palpable, and how I wished I could take it from her; this brutal necessity to bring our son into the world. Our son who I swore to be the best father for, to be there for him no matter what; and to teach him the best I could. Unlike my father.Before I had met Alicia my life had been sad, desolate, and meaningless. My father, an Alpha, had an affair with an Omega and I was the result. Hated by my mother and siblings, the home I was brought up in was full of hostility and hatred that was directed at me. While there was no physical abuse, not usually, the social and emotional ostracization had been damaging enough. At school my siblings, the popular kids, had made sure I w
JAY 3 years laterAfter the attack, and the war with the Gods things had mostly returned to normal. CeCelia and her mates had taken over as leaders while Alpha Eric was thoroughly enjoying his retirement. Having three leaders sharing the role meant my job was, well, minimal. I had turned to other ways to keep my mind occupied when I wasn’t needed, and Christian and I had taken to repairing old motorcycles in my garage. We rode together frequently though I preferred cruisers while he enjoyed sportbikes, popping wheelies and scaring the shit out on me on the regular. I never told Alicia, his mate, about that knowing she would go full she wolf on him; let the man have a bit of fun but I’d be damned if I didn’t feel my heart stop when he did it.When I wasn’t tinkering in my garage I was hanging out with the kids. I loved being with the little monsters, who
A WEEK LATERMIKEPerses was gone, dead, deader than dead. Deader than a doornail even, and thank fuck he was. The Earth had almost immediately sprung back to life, small shoots of green appearing in the cracked dried ground, stubbornly attempting to find purchase. The trees that had withered and closed in on themselves were slowly unfurling, their leaves and flowers cautiously peeking out. Devon had come over from the Mist pack when the rest of our pack had returned, as the future Alpha’s he and Zach would begin to lay foundations between the two packs. Of course nothing would be solidified until CeCelia, “the Queen Alpha” as Devon called her jokingly, signed off on it. They had also included me as I was an Alpha before I was altered, and while I knew Zach valued my opinion it seemed Devon did as well. Devon was a quiet sort, with dark hair and intelligent eyes; quite the opposite of L
ZACH“Do it again,” I told CeCelia. Watching the God as he continued to claw at himself like he was on fire. She looked puzzled, clearly not thinking she had done anything. Then she raised her hands, and pointing them like guns at Perses mock shot at him.“Pew pew!” she yelled, then snapped her hands back over her shoulders. The giant lump of decaying flesh actually fell over and she did that. I narrowed my eyes on her.“Pew fucking pew?” My eyebrow arched as I tried not to laugh at her antics.“Look, it was worth a shot. Whatever is going on, my hands are doing things to him. I don’t know how or why but it’s giving us the advantage.”“I agree,” Mike intoned, standing be