Mason could barely catch his breath. When he felt Xenia was awake, he left his scouts in the woods without a second thought. She occupied his mind, and he couldn't think of anything other than getting to his mate. At that moment, she was in front of him, in his arms, and she felt so good. As the shock of her fighting slowly dissipated, Mason took in her appearance. She looked far better than he could have imagined. Her skin was flawless, her hair framed her face perfectly, and her eyes burned right down to his core. The moment he picked her up, the sparks from their bond spread through him like an unforgiving wildfire. He closed his eyes momentarily to take it in before noticing the same reaction from her. His admiration turned into desire as he felt Rodin begging to be released. Begging to claim her his way. Mason held Rodin back as he lifted Xenia from the ground. Even in pain, she was beautiful, and he was so transfixed he felt words come out of his mouth and didn't register th
Every part of Xenia wanted to go back to him. Telling her this was how it should be, but the moment he said those words, with a voice that was no longer human, a fire lit under her feet. Rodin. She cursed herself when she moved toward the woods instead of the packhouse. She knew the doors wouldn’t keep a beast like Rodin away from her. This…this was Rodin’s playground. His fantasy, and she fell right into it. “They are coming for us,” Nova said without hiding her excitement. Those words echoed inside Xenia’s head and through her body, and she could feel Nova wanting to take over. Xenia was initially scared, thinking Nova would run right back to him, but that was not what Nova wanted. Nova wanted the chase just as much as Rodin. She pushed Xenia to sprint through the dark forest. The darkness was thick, but the Blue Moon shone brightly above, and there was a sense of calm humming from it. Xenia thought it must have been her imagination, but she could feel Nova answer it. Xenia st
Mason wanted to take control if Rodin got carried away, but seeing her looking at them stopped him. He expected her to run at the sight of Rodin. Run like she did before, but she didn’t. Instead, Mason felt something he never thought he would from her. Wanting? He knew it could only be from Nova, but still, it felt…good. Like a weight lifting from his chest he didn’t know was there. “Rodin.” The name fell off her lips like a light caress through his fur, and she stood on shaky legs to move closer to him. Xenia’s eyes flashed between brown and blue until Nova took over. Rodin moved closer until her outreached hand touched his head. “I’ve waited so long, mate,” she said as she buried her face in his fur. The feeling of her touching them the way they wanted, without being forced or being pushed away, had some unchecked emotion filling them. Without hesitation, Rodin stepped back, allowing enough room for him to shift back into his human form. Not a moment later, Nova fell into his a
When the Alpha and Luna left the packhouse, Jane walked towards the dungeon with a basket and pie plate. It took her a minute to gather the courage even to go here. Still, since she’d been axed out of the group, this was the only way to get information on what was happening. When she came in front of the door leading to the dungeons, she turned away briefly. Her fear of being caught overtook whatever tiny bit of courage she had in her mind. “Why do I even need to go down there?” Jane asked herself. For one, she knew she wanted to help, and maybe this was the best way. Before second-guessing herself again, she walked through the doors and the turning paths towards the cells. The way to the cells was easy, especially since the guard was in a bizarre position, sleeping on the floor. “Guess I didn’t need the pie,” Jane said, stepping over the guard.The door opened with a creak, and Jane looked back to make sure the guard didn’t wake up before continuing the journey.“Ssh, someone’s com
The sound of church bells rang in the distance, signifying the moon had reached the highest point in the sky. Occasionally, thunder rumbled in the distance, foretelling the coming storm, but that didn't bother Mason. He had to be here and see this through at her request. Mason stood with his brother, Micah, while the Elder Werewolves members stood in the Nexus' center a few feet away. The Nexus was a sacred ground for the Moon Goddess's worshippers. The gravel aisle led up to a raised circular concrete stage, and in the middle of the circle, chained to a metal spike, was Melania. Behind her were four others kneeling on the ground, weeping about their current predicament. Although she had been a prisoner for months, she looked pristine, untouched by the filth surrounding her in the dungeons. Her clothes looked newly pressed, her hair brushed into smooth waves draping over her shoulders, and her face glimmered as if she was dusted by starlight. At least it looked that way to Mason, w
Mason's body reacted faster than his mind could process. The moment the woman glanced back at him, her eyes widened, and he could see them much clearer now. The color was even more impressive, like a glass of champagne. Mason knew she was going to fall when she looked over her shoulders. He quickly moved through the tables and caught her before she hit the ground. Wrong move. The smell of winter blossoms invaded his nostrils as he pulled her hard against his chest. Rodin, his werewolf, stirred happily in his mind. This must mean she's my… "Mate," Rodin said in the back of his mind. Mason nearly pushed the woman away the moment Rodin said those words. His second chance mate was right in front of him. Of course, he would meet her now. It was like fate telling him everything was coming together. "Hey, what was that for," she said, looking up at him with her hands on her hips. "I didn't need your help in the first place." Her eyebrows furrowed, but the longer Mason stared,
That chemistry was fascinating and terrifying all at the same time. Xenia leaned against the bakery door, trying to calm her heartbeat, but every time she closed her eyes, it was him she saw. His eyes when he stared at her, his lips when he talked, the way his hand touched hers, and the electricity. So much for keeping my heart rate down. Xenia opened her eyes and saw the twins, Dottie and Molly, looking at her with curious smiles. She hated it when they smiled at the same time. It was beyond creepy. "What," Xenia asked, trying to hide the blush burning her cheeks. "Can't a girl have a moment?" "This is a place of employment, Xenia, so…." "No," they both said simultaneously, laughing. Xenia rolled her eyes at them as they went back to work, with their creepy smiles still plastered on their faces. A woman with long auburn hair and dark green eyes entered the room, humming until she saw Xenia plastered to the door like paint. The woman's eyes widened, and she ran over, to
Xenia's mother sauntered into the room with one of her latest victims, Xenia likes to call them, who was drooling behind her. She wore a black and red low-cut dress with a corset revealing her bare breasts like a prized meal. She wore a jeweled ruby necklace that complimented the dress, hanging low on her chest to help 'direct attention,' her mother would say. From the texture, Xenia could tell the dress was made from expensive silk, which was easy for her mother to get these days. After all, she was a highly respectable and much sought-after courtesan. "I can't believe you met a man and didn't tell me," she glared at me. "I prayed to the gods to send you someone better than Cristo-bore." Xenia rolled her eyes. First, her best friend and now her mother are against Cristobal. The guy was a literal angel…well, as much of an angel as anyone could be nowadays. "Mother, you're here early. I thought I was meeting you in two days," Xenia said, casually looking at the man behin