Cillian “What the fuck was Miss Bethany talking about, Kensington?” I grit my teeth as I question Kinsley. As soon as we entered the manor, I mind-linked her to follow me to my room, where nobody can hear our conversation. “I don’t know. Why are you stressing about it? Can you just… not…” She crosses her arms in front of her chest and rolls her eyes. “I’m going to ask you this, just once. Actually, no. I’m going to keep asking you about this until you tell me the truth. Are you pregnant?” My jaw ticks waiting for her response. “So what if I am?” She tilts her head and glares at me. “Is that your way of admitting it? Does your dad know?” “That’s like asking if I wanted my dad to murder me right now.” She walks to the window trying to avoid my burning stare. “Why can’t I scent that you’re pregnant?” I would have known, I would have smelled her pregnancy hormones, unless the baby is too young. “It’s too soon to scent. The baby is less than 10 weeks. I was actually surprise
Kayleigh After flying for several hours, we finally reach our destination. Per Gio’s instruction to the pilot, we landed on a private property, somewhere in the small town of Petersburg, Alaska. From my research about this place, it’s located south of Alaska’s capital, Juneau. The map showed that it’s surrounded by bodies of water. Tourist pictures depicted small rural living. The sight in front of me paints a quaint and simple life. With the trees shedding their fall leaves, the damp somewhat-green grass, and the mountain ranges around us, this place looks like a painting. The sight is refreshing to the eyes and uplifting to the soul. The freezing cold air welcomes us when the jet’s door slides open. Even beyond the foggy surrounding, I can see the beautiful nature we are surrounded with. Two four-seater golf carts are parked nearby, each having a driver standing by. I feel so unwell. No amount of ginger ale or tea can take away the nausea that I’ve been feeling since boa
Kayleigh “Is there anything else you want to eat, sweetie? Oh, how I’ve missed you. I haven’t seen you in years.” Looking at aunt Bree is like looking at my reflection, a slightly older me version. Not very much older, though. She’s probably 24 or 25. A lot younger than my parents who are in their late 30’s. Her red hair, blue eyes, alabaster skin, and even her nose and her pouty lips, all signature features of our Donnelly heritage. “Almost three years. This is enough, aunt Breanna. You prepared a lot of food. Thank you so much for having us and allowing all my friends in your beautiful home. I’m sorry for the hassle.” We’ve been feasting on ham, roast, potatoes, and pies for the last hour. Gio, Andrei, and I remain in the dining area with my aunt and John. The rest of our friends are enjoying the chilly air on the back patio. All while sipping John’s home brewed craft beer. “Oh, no worries. I’ve actually been expecting you for weeks now. It was about a month ago when Gio’s mess
Kayleigh “The fated mate bond can be unhealthy for some. As you know now, I’m very sensitive. I get anxious easily. I get bothered by little things. And when I’m restless or on edge, I become uncontainable. I turn into a crazed and violent person or wolf, whichever takes over. Only John can bring me back to my senses. He is my rock. My center. And the love of my life.” Aunt Bree’s eyes flicker when she describes how much John means to her. Listening to her makes me think about the alpha heir I left behind. The one who holds my heart. Cillian. “You were anxious because you were jealous of your fated mate’s wife? I don’t follow.” I ask, hesitantly, not wanting to offend John. “It may seem that way back then. But I know now, it was my wolf who felt unsettled and betrayed that the man chosen by the Moon Goddess for us was already with family and kids. My wolf wanted the mating mark to complete the mating bond. The mating mark would have helped in centering me, and balancing my emot
Kayleigh “Now, say what now? Did I hear that right? First we find out that gypsy wolves are actually hybrid werewolves. Now, you’re telling me, our delayed wolves isn’t caused by a tainted bloodline? Goddess. All these facts. I’m so glad we made this trip.” My eyes widen with this new bomb dropped in front of me. “I’m just as relieved as you, Kayleigh. When Gio mentioned about you not having a wolf, I kinda had an inkling that your situation is the same as mine. Not a lot of people know the truth about our late bloomer wolves. I still don’t know everything about it. I was 20 years old when I got mine, five years ago. Every day is a learning process.” Aunt Bree’s features soften, and it touches my heart. It feels like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. “Please tell me… if it’s not caused by a tainted bloodline, then what is it?” After years of wondering about my wolf, I finally have someone to ask about it. “It’s not called, ‘tainted bloodline’… it’s called the Alpha Luna bloodl
Andrei “Are you okay, malyshka?” My eyes drift between Kayleigh and her aunt. I knew I was going to discover a lot of information today. I just wasn’t expecting it to include facts about me. I am a hybrid wolf. I still want to know more. But right now is about Kayleigh. John has been observing me, watching my every move. I’m waiting for him to say something through the mind-link but he hasn’t said a word. Maybe, like me, he is letting his woman have her time with Kayleigh. I definitely need to talk to him before the night ends. “This pounding headache is not going away. I was hoping it will at least ease a little after dinner. But I feel worse. I’m feeling hot and cold at the same time. I don’t feel well.” Kayleigh palms her nape and stretches her neck sideways. I pull her to lean against my shoulder. I feel her body tense, ripping a piece of my heart, yet again. I remember when she welcomed my touches, when our skin-to-skin contact seemed like a natural thing for her. Now, she he
Cillian Kayleigh is back. My beautiful mate is finally here. She’s sleeping, peacefully, on her bed. I’m annoyed that she isn’t in my bedroom but with the wolf blood council staying in the opposite wing of the manor while my dad and the beta want to keep this charade between Kinsley and I, I didn’t argue with Kayleigh when she told me that she’d be in her room waiting for me, not in mine. I wish I was here to welcome her back when she arrived. But as always, I’m tied with daily pack duties, taking care of everyone around me except my woman. Such is the life of an alpha heir. As I stare at her beautiful face, I can’t ignore the weight that’s pressing in my heart. I have no plans to keep Kinsley’s pregnancy from Kayleigh. But I have yet to confirm the truth of said pregnancy. Kinsley have been slathering herself with whatever oils and herbs she can get her hands on to mask the scent of her pregnancy hormones. I’m pretty sure those crap she’s using double up as barricade that’s wh
Cillian I press the tip of my nose on her clit, moving it in circles when I hear her gasp. My tongue darts out and spears inside her hole. I snake my tongue all the way in, as far as it can go. Tasting her. Savoring her sweet juices. Her hands fist my thick fur as she whimpers in pleasure. I lift my head and let my wolf eyes gaze at her mesmerizing body. “Kill… That felt so good. I love when you lick my pussy. Especially when you nibble my clit.” I bow my head down and dart my tongue out and start licking her inner thigh, working my way up to her navel. I linger on her belly button and hear her giggle. My tongue keeps on swiping upwards, covering inch by inch of her skin as I make my way between her mouthwatering breasts. “Take me now… Like this… I want to feel your cock inside me while you’re in your beast form.” Kayleigh’s soft whisper is full of lust and longing. Damn this woman. The things that she says will be my ruin. There’s nothing I want more than to take her u