Hello Readers, I hope that you enjoyed the journey of Vance and Sianna. I have only two chapters left that will take me some time to get done. Once again, you have been amazing and you can look forward to other works from me. Thanks for your patience and continued support. Lot of love! :)
*SIANNA POV* Blushing all day like a teenager had those around me piqued with curiosity. Whenever Vance's eyes met mine, my cheeks flamed up and I turned pink. Too bad that I was behaving like a young girl who was having her first crush, but it was hard to help after last night’s bondage session blew my mind. Vance warned that the sex dungeon would be used for two purposes. When I go into heat and misbehavior that requires punishment. The latter, of course, seemed more unlikely. Nevertheless, the thought of being a naughty brat tinkled in my head. I wanted to know how he would have me in that sex swing, and what else he would do to me. Now I’m smiling to myself, licking and biting my lips at the raptured memories that we had created, feeling open to the experimentation. Contrary to the girls who expected me to be mourning, I was a ray of sunshine and bubbling in bliss all over. Butterflies churned in my stomach and I couldn’t be more in love with my mate. Thinking of him made my cor
Ten years later…………… ***************** *SIANNA’S POV* “Luna,” the principal frowned as she explained the reason for this meeting, “Mr. Larry is the form teacher for our third-grade class, and at present, he is at the hospital.” I nodded because I had an idea who put him there, “Which one was it?” Mom also contacted me about the ways that the teacher cursed in the operating room as they tried to peel the chair off him. “This time it was Venus,” the grayed-haired woman thinned her lips and informs me. “She placed glue on his chair so that it stuck to his ass when he sat to teach the class.” She takes the glue bottle from her drawer as evidence of the act. Composed and apologetic, I looked at her, “Mrs. Moretti, I will speak to my daughter and ensure that it never happens again.” She gave a faint smile, “Thank you, Luna.” “I will ensure that she sends him an I am sorry card and apologize to him in front of the class.” There would also be a good scolding but there was no need to hi
Based on requests for bonus chapters, I will be adding scenes that transpired between Blayne and Cleo. They are of course, optional. However the second Epilogue will pick up from the end of the story, following what transpired with the stolen artifacts. This will contribute majorly to the plot of the sequel. From there, the story will branch into Valen's Odyssey which I will kick off soon. I want to spend quality time with the effort that I put into this book so thank you for being so very patient. Thanks again for you valued support. Have a great week ahead! Love always, xoxo, O'Chantal
Follows Chapter 36, the night of the Luna Ceremony when Blayne was ordered to go into the Mountains with Cleo:^~^-BLAYNE’S POV* Mixed feelings flowed through me as we pleated the napping shrubs with our bodies. My feisty mate walks ahead of me, deciding not to be a good hostess and stay by my side. I wanted to know her better. I have no intention of forcing the mate bond on her. If that's what she was thinking, she was dead wrong. Luna Sianna had given her clothes to wear; brown leggings and a polo shirt. Thank goddess. Her nudity flogged me with a raw animalistic desire that I had never felt for another woman. With me are Levi, Malik, Wade, Elias and Thomas. Senior Elite Liam was holding the forte at Dark Wolverson in my stead, and reporting to High Beta Duke since High Alpha Vance was on his honeymoon. As directed by the High Alpha, the mission was to investigate their background and validate the contents as a witness to the report that Cleo is required to submit on our return
-CLEO’S POV* Surprisingly, Gamma Blayne behaved for the rest of the evening. We held a bonfire and ate around the flickering embers as the flame crackled. Exactly opposite from me, he sat with his men. Lust-filled brown eyes met my death glares, wanting to drown him in my deep sea-green. “My warriors require a full meal. This is insufficient for us.” Gamma Blayne groused while side-glancing at me. “Make do with it. We eat in rations.” I snapped, my heart beat out of my chest. He had that effect on me. “We are guests. Shouldn’t we get preferential treatment?” He challenged in a deep baritone that was calming and sexy. I knew that he was aiming to get under my skin. He sought my attention any way that he could get it. This man was so powerful, dangerous, and unbelievably handsome. As the third-strongest werewolf in the world, the drawback of him was being cruel, ruthless, and deadly. Oh, suffocating and annoying should be added to the description. “No one is higher than the other.
-BLAYNE'S POV* “Gamma Blayne,” a shaky senior voice interrupted. Provoked, an incensed growl shook the ground, whipping air strikes of a harsh wind into the old man’s face. He clutched clumsily at his walking stick with his decrepit fingers. His hair had winter-white tresses. He had hard, wizened eyes and a clipped Abe Lincoln beard. His face was toil-worn and sun-tanned from exposure and he walked with a weary, lethargic air. “Yours. She’s yours.” Evidently, he knew how to deal with possessive male mates. “But we both know that if you marked her like this, she would not want to forgive you.” The veracity of his words jolted me out of my fantasy. Giving Cleo my penitent attention, her eyes fluttered as her mind tentatively refocused on the present. Daze, she opened her pretty round lips to curse when Sherda meekly interrupts with, “Gamma, Cleo is overworked and has not been eating properly. She fainted in the valley and Hunter Damon carried her part of the way.” I looked back at
This follows Chapter 54....... -BLAYNE’S POV* Shit! Cleo goes into heat tonight! “You could have told me,” I scolded my wolf, feeling anxious and like an idiot. After getting off the call with Vance, my brain was fried and my thoughts were jumbled. Though I'm in the bunker with my warriors, I'm completely zoned out. “You’re the one who keeps screwing up everything,” he huffs, “You’ve been so busy with the investigations that you barely visited her.” “You know why,” I charged him, “The guilt of arresting my own mate is killing me.” Plus those accusing fiery sea-green eyes scorch my heart. She’s bound to bleed me dry. “Yet, you are alive and making our mate suffer.” He jabs at me. “If you weren’t a part of me, I’d hope she dumped your sorry ass.” “Oh, shut the hell up.” I gritted. “We are one and the same. Let’s just focus on getting Cleo through the night.” “Heat lasts for days, dumdum.” He curtly pointed out. “It’s at least three days.” Fuck! I did not know what to do. I was
-BLAYNE'S POV- “What the hell are you doing here?” She retorted, giving me those knife-slicing eyes. Obviously, she was still holding on to an unnecessary grudge over the arrest. Technically, she was not a prisoner here. The cells were to keep her safe until we caught the psychopath who was killing our pack members. It was Alpha’s orders that she had to be detained. I had no choice in the matter. Cleo knew this, yet she punishes me for it. “It’s time for your heat and I came to keep you company.” I brushed my brown fringes back, waiting for her next words. She tilted her head to the side and scrutinized my physique. Teal-colored button-front shirt, black jeans, and black and white sneakers. The bad boy look was my style and will never change. Her inspection makes me nervous, considering that I’m a hellish killing machine. “Stay out there and don’t come in here.” She rolls her eyes and waves her index fingers at me like she was my warden. Sullen, I retreated to stand in front of