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Kayleigh Up in the skies, the yellow-orange full moon glows against the dark backdrop of the night. Millions of sparkling stars are sprinkled all over the vast black to navy milieu. At eye level, I’m besotted by the enchanting sight of hanging lights, pastel-colored fabrics draped on the surrounding trees, wooden tables and chairs, mismatched centerpieces made of burlap, greens, and fall flowers. There’s a huge make-shift dance floor in the open space, complete with a disco ball above it. The rustic décor is everywhere, a mesh of both old and new, antique and contemporary, neutral and deep colors, and the mixture of glam and country. The set-up isn’t as fancy as how we do dance balls and festivals back home, in Ireland, but for some reason, the fusion of elegance and ruggedness stirs warm welcome and a sense of belonging. Wolf bloods, young and old, dazzle with their outfits. She-wolves walk around with their elaborately designed gowns while the male wolves prance with freshly pr
Cillian To say that Kayleigh is stunning is simply an understatement. She exudes a natural vibe of royalty, even without trying. Her blue dress makes her look even more regal. There’s sophistication in her every movement. There’s kindness in the way she interacts with others. Spools of red hair tumble behind her back while a handful of tresses frame her angelic face. Underneath the lanterns hanging on the nearby trees, her constellation-blue eyes gaze at each member of the sisterhood as she bites the lower half of her heart-shaped lips. With creased eyebrows, she listens to them, intensely. She opened up about her wolf and the women are all besotted that they are in the presence of the Alpha Luna herself. I grew up around these ladies, even flirted with a few of them. I’m glad that they’re opening their coven to my mate and not giving her a hard time. “Sharry, I know that you’re a member of the wolf blood lawmakers. I’d like to invite you to brunch or high tea whenever your sch
Andrei “That’s my girl, the one in the red dress.” I zero my stare and focus on the blonde she-wolf as she moves towards the venue’s exit path. “The one with the short dress? Tight body?” Misha follows my train of sight. “Cousin, keep looking anywhere else but her ass before I pluck your eyes out myself.” I say with a firm voice. Not wanting to sound like an asshole but I’m pretty sure I sounded like one, anyway. “Whoa. Man. Never saw you this possessive before. Not even with Kayleigh.” My cousin chuckles, grinning like a clown. “I’m gonna follow her. Go tell Alpha Zerdan to negotiate with the red wolves on my dad’s behalf. I’ll sign the arranged marriage deal. With one stipulation, I have to pick my red wolf bride.” Ignoring his comment, I give him instructions as I start walking away from him and towards my red wolf. My little red wolf. My apple blossom-scented she-wolf. Oddly enough, right now, she doesn’t smell like apples. I’m guessing, my blind wolf mark is fully ac
Andrei “Fuck my life. This is new. You had this tattooed on you to avoid your destiny, didn’t you? You’ve known that we’re fated mates! You were masking the bond the other night! You wanted to… avoid me?” I fire up questions at her, not believing how hilariously infuriating my life is becoming. “Does it matter? You are to talk. You had it tattooed on you first! You said you don’t care about fated mates. You’re even declaring a chosen mate…” I don’t move when she gets up from the vehicle’s hood and shakes the bottom part of her dress. “No, I’m not…” I stare at her, waiting for her reaction. “What do you mean?” Her brows furrow, probably needing more than what I just blurted. I don’t respond to her with words. Instead, I wrap my fingers around her neck and pull her closer. I might not smell her apple scent anymore, but the smell of her mouth still entices me. Before she could say a peep, I cover her mouth with mine and taste her. “Andrei...No…” She tries to resist me but s
Andrei My red wolf, my little naughty girl, my perfect fated mate --- just gave me the best blow job of a life time. I’m already addicted to her. “Oh, babe. You didn’t have to swallow my cum.” I bit my lower lip, feeling bad that she did, but also, impressed that she did. “No? But all the movies I’ve seen, they swallowed.” I hand her my handkerchief, silently thanking my cousin Misha for being meticulous about making sure our suits have matching hankies. “You watch porn?” My girl is full of surprises. “Duh. For research purposes. I mean, how else would I know how to please my future husband if I don’t?” “Don’t worry about that. Your future husband will gladly teach you everything you need to know to please him. Look, you did very well on your first lesson.” Grinning, I wiggle my eyebrows. “Wait… Future husband? What?” She stops wiping the drool and cum on her chin to stare at me. “You’re about to get the best gift ever… me.” I spread my arms wide, smiling confidently.
Kayleigh Perhaps, it is the fact that this territory is literally in the middle of nowhere that outsiders underestimate the size and strength of the Blue Blood Pack. I was impressed when Gio mentioned that the Blue Blood Pack has several thousands of members in total. No wonder, Cillian and Gunner are always busy with their daily pack duties. A surge of pride fills my heart realizing the hard work Cillian does for his pack. I’m guessing, there are approximately five hundred Blue Blood wolves in attendance tonight. Most of the adults are drinking, dancing, and filling up the tables with foods and drinks while the little ones run around with cheer and joy. In a rough estimate, there are also about five hundred werewolves between the rogues, red wolves, and visiting wolf packs. It’s easy to identify the attendees who aren’t from Cillian’s pack. They wore clothing of different colors, except blue. On the other hand, Blue Bloods wore blue outfits for solidarity in representing their ro
Andrei I’m beginning to think that the Moon Goddess has a favorite werewolf to annoy, disappoint, and frustrate. Me. I thought that after agreeing to play my part in the peace treaty, everything will just fall in its place. I also thought that finding my red wolf will be the most challenging thing I have to do tonight. Turns out, the finding part was easy. Making her orgasm was also a bliss. But convincing her that she belongs with me is like talking to a brick wall. Wait, no. At least a brick wall doesn’t talk back. My girl has a mouth of a hellion and she knows how to use it to aggravate the hell out of me. The wolf blood council approves of my union with Juliana. They’re the ones who asked my dad to persuade me, in the first place. Why the red wolves specifically wanted me to be the groom, I have no idea. I’m pretty sure they have some vested interest in doing so. But now that I know the bride is my mate, I don’t mind it at all --- with agenda or none, I’m all for it. Now,
Cillian Just moments ago, my head was soaring like the night clouds amid the bright, fireworks-lit sky, basking in delightful sentiments for being with my fated mate and finally feeling like everything is in the right place and at the right time. Hearing from Kayleigh herself that she’s carrying our wolf-pup granted me immense joy and happiness. The fleeting harmony had me overlook the dread steeping in my head since I woke up this morning. Roland’s jarring howl echoed through the ranch, prompting his clandestine army to attack. My arms wrap around Kayleigh as though it was enough to shield her and our unborn child from danger and injury. My heart is breaking, not only for the short-lived harmonious moment, but also of the realization that no matter how strong and vicious my wolf is and regardless if our wolf blood allies are vicious and fierce werewolves, the fact of the matter is, we are outnumbered. “Kill… The private army…” Kayleigh gasps, softly. “Yes. We’re under attack,