Devin holds Lucille’s hand as we walk to her house, ensuring that she doesn’t fall. I carry food and clothing for Arya in a bag over my shoulder.
Arya. She is all that Dev and I have thought about since she left. Her pain. The fear that was in her eyes. The pain from her rejection, though that is secondary to our worry for her.
We’ve barely eaten, barely spoken, barely slept since she left.
I check my phone for the time, seeing that it is 8:30. Three and a half hours. That is the earliest time that she could arrive. Dev and I have decided that we will wait at the southern border for her return.
We walk through the forest with Lucille, none of us speaking, each lost in our own thoughts.
As I come back down to Earth after my orgasm, I feel Gael pick me up and place my head on the pillows. “Princesa, te necesito,” he says, eyes boring into mine. “I need you, too, Gael. I want to feel you inside of me.” I wrap my legs around his waist and reach between us to fist my hand around his fully erect cock. “Fill me up,” I whisper. “Mi cielo,” he hisses out. He leans down to kiss me and I feel him lining himself up with my entrance. Just as his lips touch mine, I feel him push into me, agonizingly slowly. I moan into his mouth, tightening my legs around him to
Lucille wakes us at 11:30. It is a miracle that we slept at all. We haven’t slept since Arya left. But something about Lucille’s home, her presence, her words...they comfort us. With renewed hope, determination, and not a little fear, we prepare to make our way to the southern border. Just outside of Lucille’s cabin, we undress and shift. Lucille puts our clothes in a leather satchel, along with the clothes and food for Arya, and drapes it around my neck. “May the Goddess guide you, as she has guided your mate back to you. You have her blessing.” We bow our heads to her before turning to the southern border. Running at full speed, we make it to the border at exactly midnight. We had mindlinked the patrol to let them know that we were coming and to be on the look out for a lone female wolf. Now we wer
I cradle Arya in my lap as Devin drives back to the packhouse. He holds her hand, rubbing his fingers in a soothing pattern. I rub her back, my face in her hair. I alternate light kisses with words that I hope are comforting. Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m saying, I’m just trying to keep her calm.She doesn’t speak the entire 40 minute drive back to the packhouse.Once we get there, I carry her to Brandon’s room, which is where we have been staying. We’ve moved some things into the room and, even though we have both been fairly out of it lately, we asked Charlie to stock some things for Arya as well. I immediately take her into the bathroom, settling her so that she is seated on the counter. Devin follows behind, grabbing a towel and loofa from the linen closet and bringing them
Kak! (Shit) Why did I just say that? I have kept that secret since I was 16. Oom Jabu had warned me against letting anyone know that I was an Alpha female. And here I just blurt it out to Devin and Xander.Fokken hel (fucking hell), I’m an idiot.I sit up, moving off of Devin’s lap to sit on my own. He doesn’t try to keep me in his lap, but I can see him fighting the urge to pull me back to him.Xander must see something in my face that shows that I don’t want to talk about this. “Arya, you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to. We meant what we said. We won’t push you.” He seems to be trying to placate me. I think he is a
Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the images flit through my mind, a voice enters the chaos. “A war of threes. Three deaths. Three victories. Three trios. Three losses. Betrayal. Birth. Death. Sorrow. Joy. Warn them, Meredith. Be
Meredith walks into the room, leading Gael and Hakeem by the hands. They wear adoring expressions on their faces as they gaze at her. I see them all sporting their new matemarks and they can’t seem to keep their hands off of each other. The feeling is a familiar one as Zak, Charlie, and I are still within that stage of the matebond as well. Honestly, all of these interruptions fucking suck. Couldn’t the Goddess have given us at least a week before she threw this shit at us? “Alpha Zak, Luna Charlie, Brandon,” Meredith says, inclining her head and baring her neck in submission. “Meredith,” Charlie says, “you are a luna now. You don’t need to show submission to us. We are Zak and Charlie. We are your friends.” Meredith blushes
I look at Arya, confused. “No,” I say and Devin shakes his head. “What is that?”“A fujoshi,” Arya says, her fingers gliding down Devin and my arms causing sparks to march through our skin, “is a Japanese term for a woman who likes watching romantic and sexual interactions between men. I am a fujoshi.”And just like that, my dick springs to life. I look at Devin and see that his eyes are completely blown in his lust.Devin licks his lips, his eyes intent on Arya’s mouth. “And what will you do while we’re occupied?”In answer, Arya pulls off her shirt, her breasts bouncing free. She cups her breasts, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefinger
I move back from marking Devin. I hadn’t meant to do that, but seeing him in that much ecstasy...I had to give him some pleasure as well. Immediately, power and strength pour through the matebond. I feel the faint echoes of Devin’s orgasm, but I mostly feel his emotions. His feelings for me are strong, as are his feelings for Xander. I lick his matemark, sealing it with my tongue. Devin turns to me, pulling me into his arms. “Angel, are you ready for me to mark you?” “Yes.” My voice is barely a whisper, but I know that he can hear me. Devin throws me onto the bed and begins to finger me in earnest. He starts with one finger but eventually works his way up to three. I’ve had sever
This is the end of War of Threes, but the third book, Trinity of Power, is coming!!Important/Interesting Info:1. I will be taking a couple week break to get ahead of the book. It will post on the website on 1/31/22. It usually takes it about a week for it to show up on the app, because they have to sign the book and do all the paperwork and blah blah blah.2. I will keep my update schedule of Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, with the potential of special updates over the weekends.3. Main characters of the story will be: Severn, Corinda, Zak, Brandon, and Charlie4. If you're interested in hearing what I listen to when I write (other than the three gremlins that live in my house), here is my Spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0Ff2Q8AQ5zlYP3MYFZVQzW?si=296adecc5dbd432b5. If you're interested in insights into the characters or the story or just wanna talk, you can find me on Instagram at "owlonmyw
“When did you see him, Lauren? When exactly did he leave? Where did he go?” I’m screaming, unable to keep my panic at bay.“He was here about 45 minutes ago. He left at almost exactly 4:40,” Lauren is sobbing, trying to remember all of the details.“He said that he was going through the forest path,” Carl says, putting on his shoes to come help us look.“He must have been getting flowers for Charlie. That means that he was going by the pond,” I murmur.We pour out of the house, running to the back of the house, Dev, Arya, Charlie, and me. Everyone else is already out searching for Brandon. Where the hell is he?We run to the pond and it’s like a mini natural disaster happened. A tree is moved, like it literally took a step out of the ground. The dirt is overturned and the tree’s roots are pulled from the ground. The branches
One Month Later…This month has been fucking insane, not just because my mates and I have barely had any sleep because of the pups. I mean, we are blessed that there are three of us, but there are two pups. Two. We feel like freaking zombies.Did you know that newborn pups eat every two hours? Not two hours between feedings. Two hours from when they start. I shit you not. Charlie feeds them both at the same time, but between getting them up, changed, fed, and back to sleep, it’s at least a half hour process. So every hour and a half, we’re up. I love Jerry and Christy, I really, really do. But, fuck kids, sleep!Our parents saw how insane we were and they also knew how important this time was for all of the packs as we were trying to sort out leadership while attempting to find CCS, who had gone strangely quiet
I’m in shock at that last little tidbit that the Mother throws at us. I just stand there, gaping at her.Devin pulls me into his arms, literally jumping up and down while holding me and whooping with wordless excitement.Mother Selene smiles even wider, laughing her tinkling laugh as the full weight of her words hit me.No, it won’t be the same. There will still be grief when we wake up tomorrow morning and he isn’t there. When our pups are born without him standing next to me. When we have to discipline the pups, or have a fight with each other, or take down CCS. When our pups say their first words, or have their first day at school, or find their own mates.No, it won’t be the same. But at least we will see him. We can hold him. We can hear his voice and see his smile again, not just in our memories.It’s better than the nothingness that I thought we would have, the bla
I think I’m still sitting on the ground with Arya cradling me, but honestly, you could have told me that I had just been launched into outer space for a mission to Mars and I would have believed you. All I can see were the black depths of Selene’s eyes. I can’t hear anything but the roaring in my ears. I can’t feel anything but an intense chill. Demi-gods. Fucking demi-gods? Arya is the first of the two of us to find her voice. “You’ve got to me shitting me!” she whisper-shouts at the Mother. “Demi-gods? What the hell do you mean?” “You both have had so much pain in your lives.” Arya gives a dry snicker at that, but Selene continues, looking to me first. “Devin, you’ve dealt with feeling that you had to hide who you were, hiding your love for your first mate, all to appease some antiquated thought of what leadership should be. Arya…” The Mother gives a large, deep sigh. She cups her mouth and n
“You told me I would be safe here! That Mathias would have no control over my life if I joined the Artemis Pack!” I scream at the Goddess, spit flying and my face heating with my rage. I jump off of the pyre and take large strides toward Selene. “Does this look fucking safe to you?” I fling my hands back toward our mate’s lifeless body on the pyre.“Arya, I – “ Mother Selene starts, but I’m not done.By now, I have crossed the distance between us and am face to face with the Goddess inhabiting Declan’s body. “First, you take away my family and force me into that den of assholes, homophobes, and rapists. Then you put me in a situation where I had to reject my mates and allow my ‘packmates’ to beat the fuck out of me. But then you tell me that I’m safe and that Mathias won’t hurt me again.”I step into the Goddess’s inhabi
I stand behind Arya, Devin, and Xander’s mom’s chairs. Zak is to my left, directly behind Devin, and Charlie is seated directly behind Arya. They are holding Jared and Christine, bundled up against the night chill. All of our friends and family are gathered around us: Lauren, Clara, Meredith, and the other she-wolves around Arya and Xander’s mom, and Richard, Carl, and the other alphas around Devin. The pyres are set up in front of us. Arya and Devin have barely spoken since we found them. We still don’t know exactly what happened, only that Arya is Luna and Xander is gone. They sit, dried eyed, just staring at the wooden bed where their mate lays. The family members of the deceased are all dressed in white in their mourning, but Devin and Arya are both dressed in a deep forest green. One of the few things that Arya said was that her family dressed in the favorite color of the one who passed on. It was a way to honor th
Brandon and Hakeem stay with Devin, Arya, and Xander’s body while Gael and I slowly make our way to where the battle just stopped. There are a few skirmishes here and there, but nothing that our wolves can’t handle. Some wolves from the Blue Crescent Pack don’t like that they have a new alpha or that she’s a female or that she is…was mated to two males. Fuck ‘em. I don’t care what they like. Now that they’ve stopped fighting our people, they can go rogue or we can imprison them or we can kill them. It honestly doesn’t matter to me. This ache in my soul won’t go away. I’m missing my friend, my brother. Zak? Brandon? What happened? Charlie asks through the mindlink. We had kept our connection open throughout the battle, so Charlie knew everything that had we had shown her. But the severing of Xander’s bond with us had cost us a lot of energy and having the link open constantly was too draining.&
After linking Xander and Devin, we shift and run into the forest to aid our allies. We leave Naomi behind, taking control of her pack. She has mindlinked them all, ordering them to stop fighting. Most of them have stopped, but because she hasn’t officially taken control of the pack and had them swear fealty to her, they don’t have to listen. And not all of them do. There are some who thrived under Julian’s rule and are pissed. They are only a small group, but they are made up of some of the fiercest warriors that Julian had. And they have gone into the forest to help support Mathias. The good thing is that Jeb’s warriors had been absorbed into Julian’s, so by killing him, we took control of two-thirds of the warriors. And they were also pissed. They never wanted to be a part of this, let alone have their pack taken over by the “Bloody Rogue Prince,” their pet name for Julian. They had been pissed that Jeb ha