‘We should take charge more often.’ Emilia sighed contently as I got dressed again. I couldn’t help but blush as I glanced over at Alec and saw him putting condoms into his pockets. ‘At least he’s making sure he’s prepared for when our heat hits us again.’ Emilia nodded in approval.
Certainly can’t argue with that. We’d had unprotected sex twice today, three in total if you counted that first time in the shower two days ago.
I worried at my lower lip, placing a hand over my abdomen as the legitimate fear started to settle in. At this moment, I could be on the path to motherhood.
I’m not some naive child who doesn’t know how this all works. I know it can take days for sperm to reach an egg and more days after for the fertilized egg to implant. So I can’t say if our three careless moments resulted in a pup for almost two weeks.
I made a mental note that I need to find a pharmacy in town after my heat and buy a test to have ready to take in t
New chapters are posted Monday-Saturday. Looks like some light is being shed on these wolves and the mark. More to come tomorrow.
This library holds the history of my pack along with great pieces of literature and information on various supernatural species. I had hoped that there would be something about our mark and those wolves somewhere in this library. Though for all I knew, my father had tossed the one book I would need. Crista did it despite the probability of finding the correct book in this sea of books. She found the exact text we needed. Chesed, of course, got off track and was more interested in teasing her looking to spark her heat. ‘As if you don’t want her again.’ Chesed scoffed. I rolled my eyes and ignored him, and started looking at the page. My mind flashed to last night’s nightmare. The black wolf had chomped into my arm as if to keep in place. Crista had a similar dream but the black wolf was lunging for her throat. And just as the white wolf was lunging for my neck, I woke up. Why are we being attacked by the originators of the Incubi pack? What could C
This was crazy. Right? Sure, there’s always been folk stories about ancient wolf spirits and how they started different packs. And the Darkness and Light is just another of those. But given I have the mark on my neck and keep seeing them in my dreams, they’re more real than any mere legend. And beyond the legend that the book told us, his Nonna Katrina left a prophecy for him to find. I can’t say why she wouldn’t have told him herself, but I can imagine many reasons would have prevented her from doing so. My mind was still reeling from that prophecy. It’s not just about Alec but me too. If he’s Darkness, then I’m Light. I didn’t even get to wrap my mind around that before my heat hit. My mind was clouded by the heat that I vaguely remember hearing Persephone and André. I didn’t care. All I knew was I needed Alec. I needed relief from the overwhelming flames that filled my body. Emilia was more than happy to take more control when our mate carried us to
I had a good idea whose voices were speaking before everything went black. It was the only thing that made sense. And of course, I opened my eyes and found I was right. I’m on my ass naked in the grass of the same clearing my father used to beat me in. Why is it always this godforsaken spot? Of course, I’m not alone. Light is sitting in front of me, the ivory fur along her muzzle stained with blood. Why is there blood on her muzzle? Instinctively I reached up and found fresh blood on my mark. “You and Darkness completed the bond when Crista and I bite each other’s marks.” It wasn’t a question; I was confident I was right. It explained the sudden urge to bite Crista’s mark. Darkness and Light were working through us. I guess they grew tired of trying to reach us through our dreams. So they used a moment of weakness during Crista’s heat to take action. “Always overthinking everything. Just like Darkness. Too analytical for yo
I should be paying more attention to dinner and the conversations, but I keep looking to the forest. I’m afraid that I will see Iganzio out there watching me. ‘He isn’t out there. He will never be out there. Our mate won’t let him get near us.’ Emilia assured me. That should be enough. I should feel safe sitting here with Alec at my side. He did talk to the crone about finding out how Ignazio could spy on me. ‘He’s not out there, kitten. You’re safe, and we will keep you that way.’ Chesed’s voice swirled around in my mind. Strange to have him offering me comfort. But I suppose for Chesed, it’s a matter of protecting what he deems as his over comforting me. Under the table, I felt the warmth of Alec’s hand on my leg, pushing the hem of my dress up just a little. Alec was using the bond, comforting me with his touch. My nerves calmed just in enough time to focus on the conversation as my sister called us out for mating in the study. Did she ac
I don’t like when Katrina puts herself down. She is not lesser because she didn’t get a wolf or magic. She’s perfect exactly as she is. And any male would be lucky to be her mate. And so help me if she has a mate out there and he dares to reject her because she’s a hybrid and has no wolf. ‘We skin him alive and have a new rug in our office.’ Chesed growled. We aren’t often on the same page, but we always manage to agree when it comes to protecting our children. And it isn’t just Katrina that we would go to such an extreme to protect from heartbreak. The same goes for any mate who would reject André for being a hybrid and gay. Anyone who cannot see how amazing my children are and count their blessings to be mated to one of them does not deserve to live. ‘You okay over there? I’m picking up some very aggressive vibes?’ Crista questioned through our link. Of course, she picked up on my agitation. I need to be better about that, though it’s also good
***Warning this chapter contains content of a graphic nature featuring inhumane actions.**** **** **** **** **** **** My right leg won’t stop shaking, my hands too. Where is Melania? She was supposed to be here an hour ago. I need more of that potion. I can’t think clearly without it. And that bitch knows it. She’s doing this on purpose. If it weren’t because she’s the only one that can brew it, I would kill her. “What’s taking her so long!?” I snarled. Slamming my fist into the arm of my chair, startling the slave girl kneeling in front of me servicing me. I glared at her tear-stained face as she scrambled back, her job unfinished. I’d called her in here to give me a blow job, thinking maybe it would take some of the edge off while I waited. But she couldn’t even do that right. She’s from the Nebrodi pack, one of the bitches we captured. She’s not ugly, with supple breasts, mossy green eyes, and thi
I am very grateful that my sisters and Katrina are here. My heat is still a raging fire that only gives me a few hours where I don’t have an uncontrollable need, not just a desire, to have sex with Alec. So it’s fallen to my sisters and Katrina more so to be host to Isis Adio. I feel bad for the girl. Yes, she’s gotten to know Persephone a little, but she’s been brought to the villa, and due to me being in heat, her mate can’t even come with her. So she’s in an unfamiliar home with unfamiliar people while her mate is out helping the Incubi warriors fight off Mandonie attacks. There is some good news in all this. The attack on the coven failed, epically based on André’s account of the events. I still laugh when I remember this theatrical retelling of that night. While André told his epic tale, Chesed was getting agitated, wanting his son to get to the point. The guy is over the top, which makes him a great storyteller. Alright, so I was probably part of
I should have felt relieved that this attack against the coven failed. And I am. Ignazio knew about the coven, and that he made it a point to go for the first is worrying. Whoever this witch is working with him, I can only assume she’s someone who defected from the coven.But who? Not like Chiara keeps me informed of her coven members beyond if they need more houses built or extra resources. So I honestly don’t even know how large the coven is. That’s going to change in the morning.Because if this gut feeling I have is correct and Ignazio is getting aid from a coven defector, any insider information he’s being fed is on Chiara’s head.Even the exhaustion from sex and the calming affect of having Crista is my arms didn’t quell my worries. These worries swirled in my mind making sleep hard to find.Thankfully she slept peacefully. I know she and her sisters think this is their fault. I felt it when Andr