Kane Madden, Lycan King of Felan, wakes up to an unearthly racket right outside his bedroom door. Slightly concerned, he glances at his heavily pregnant wife and smiles despite his annoyance at his oldest son’s shenanigans in the hallway. Willow Madden, his mate of fifteen years is heavily pregnant with their second set of twins, two boys this time, and Kane sincerely hopes this is the last time. Goddess knows he loves his children, all eight of them, and he’s sure he’ll love numbers nine and ten just as much, but it’s getting difficult to keep up with all the pups. They are exhausting. For a time, he was sure that they’d never have more children, but after one wild afternoon in the forest, Willow did get pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl, as their remarkable son predicted. She named the twins Josiah and Jocelyn, after the previous occupants of their home. Kane thought it was macabre, but Willow insisted, saying they had to honour their ancestors. That would be the same twins wh
Dear readers, I would like to thank each and every one of you for taking the time to read Willow and Kane's story. This has been one of the longest books I've ever written, and when I started out I did not expect it to turn into this epic saga, but I regret nothing. Nothing I tell you :). I fell in love with Willow and Kane, and I am genuinely sad to say goodbye to these two, but unfortunately all stories must come to an end. Thank you for your support througout this wild ride. It means the world to me. I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. Until we meet again. All my love, Celice
I walk through Aunt Mildred’s pink flat, taking in her smell and wacky style one last time. Gods, I’m going to miss her. I wish I was here to say goodbye, but I couldn’t get away without arousing suspicion. She was alone in the end, as she was alone most of her whole life. Cast out and forgotten – except by me. Unbeknownst to my parents and our coven, I kept in touch with my aunt over the years. Like me, she had the power of projection, so we used to have entire conversations sitting on a cloud somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, or the peak of Mount Everest. She was my favourite person in the world, and I’m the reason they kicked her out of the coven, though she never blamed me for it. She always said, “Willow, my dear child, they could have killed me, but your love saved me. That’s payment enough.” I almost died for it, but because I was only ten at the time, my coven spared me. Instead, they got rid of my troublesome aunt and ordered me to break contact wit
I stare at Kane, my mouth hanging open. “The what?” I ask, just to make sure I heard him right the first time.“My mate.” The massive man only needs to take one giant step to stand right in front of me, his tall frame towering over my much shorter one. He grabs my hand and brings it to his chest, holding it in place. His touch is fire, nothing but pure lust courses through my body, only to settle between my legs with a throbbing need. “You are human, a witch sure, but essentially a human, you can’t feel it as deeply as I can, but surely you sense it?”So that’s what it is. Why I don’t fear him as I should. Good. I’m not going crazy. “I do,” I whisper. “What is it?”“The mate bond…The Goddess’s gift to werewolves. You can smell it too. Here--” he leans over, grabs me by the hips, and lifts me on the counter. Gripping the back of my head, he pulls me toward
You can’t avoid werewolves when you’re a witch. From a young age, they teach us to hate and fear them, but what they don’t tell you is how to handle it when you are fated to one. I can’t be the first witch this has happened to. There must be some kind of record out there somewhere. Maybe there’s a spell I can use that will break this bond thing between us…something that will spare us both.I don’t go back to my aunt’s flat. Instead, I run from the building, ignoring the waiting elevator, running down the five flights of stairs, and breathless I sprint out onto the beach. Taking my sandals off mid-run, I dash into the surf and dive into the freezing water, trying my best to get the image of Kane out of my head. I want to wash the way he makes me feel out of my body.I come up for air, dive under a wave, and keep swimming. There must be something. Something. Anything. My mind is reeling, going over a thousand spells I&rsqu
Kane's POV:I’ve managed to avoid Willow for a week now, and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. It helps that I am barely home. I have had one meeting after the other with two Alphas that are threatening to go to war with each other, and today we’ve finally reached a somewhat precarious agreement. It is bad enough when rural wolves go to war, but when those living in the cities do it they tend to attract the humans’ attention. It never ends well.At night, I lie in my living room, listening to her bustling around Mildred’s apartment, doing Goddess knows what. I never see her leave, though I do see delivery drivers come by at least once a day with food. Her diet is slightly concerning – she appears to live on pizza and burgers.I park in the basement garage, dropping my head on the steering wheel. The prospect of going upstairs is daunting. Every time I do, her scent calls out to me, and it&rsquo
Kane's POV: Every Omega stops and bows as I walk past them. I don’t pay them any attention – I’m so used to it that I barely notice. I drove all day and most of the night, and I’m bone tired. I have only one goal: sleep. My apartment is dark, and my mate, Shay, isn’t in our bed where she belongs. I don’t care where she is. I don’t love her. I tried, Goddess knows, I tried, but there’s nothing – not even affection. Her only job is to give me heirs and to fulfill her duties as queen. She is spoiled, entitled, and cold. Much like my mother, come to think of it. Shay is an Alpha’s daughter, but not a Lycan. Usually, our elders wouldn’t approve of such a match, but her father owns half the mines in this area, and our business supplies all their equipment. Her father, Richard, took the chance and suggested the match, with the clear warning that if we didn’t accept, he’d cancel all our contracts. We had nothing to gain, and a lot to lose. At the time, I couldn’t care less. I didn’t want a
Kane’s sudden disappearance a week ago threw me off my game. I’ve been unable to concentrate; my magic is shoddy, and my attempts to track down Aunt Mildred’s killer have yielded zero results. It annoys me that I want him so much, that I feel like I can’t go on without him by my side. I at once miss him and hate him. I am furious at him for just leaving like that, without even saying goodbye. How important can this mate bond really be to him, if he can just run off like that? Maybe if I can talk to him and tell him what I think of him. Maybe if I can tell him I reject him. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. So many maybes and no certainties. But it’s worth a try. There’s only one way to get his number. After just more than two weeks, I finally gather the courage to go into Aunt Mildred’s room. The stuffy room smells like strong disinfectant and decay. I open the window, inhaling the fresh sea air that floods into the room, then start to rummage through her things. I find what I’m looking for in t