Welcome back! Thank you for bearing with me. And thank you for all your lovely messages of understanding and encouragement. Here are a few chapters to start your week off. We are no where close to the end of Tawny and Crimsons story, so hold on to your hats, just not your breath ;)
LAMIA ‘What she carries’ It’s the thought of those words that keep running through my mind over and over again. I am the ‘chosen one’ but what do I carry? I can’t seem to shake the dooming feeling of something bad happening. What else could happen? After I killed Silas, we had peace for two years. Two years until Orion emerged from the darkness and tried to rule the realm. Two years of being just me. Two years of simplicity. My wolf, Inanna, and Kellen’s Wolf Conri – they were meant to be together. But it’s not that we aren’t, that plagues me. Because I wouldn’t trade Mathias on his worse days for anything. I love him, I love our triplets. And I love the life we are beginning to build. When I lost Zane, I thought my world had ended and for the longest time, I went through the motions, doing what I thought was expected. I knew life had to go on, but I never expected Mathias. And I can’t tell you how grateful I am that I didn’t reject him. He is my balance, as I am his. We keep eac
TAWNY I mark things off on the calendar, erase and add other events. The only way Crimson and I could possibly attend all these events was by splitting up as well as sending someone else in our place to cover for us. At the end of this month, we had the monthly chamber meeting, which included all house of Lords, their elders, and council members. An event that took all day and sometimes ran well into the late evening. Only because people couldn’t get their heads out of their asses and agree on simple terms or policies. After that, both Kolby Crimson and I had been invited separately, to the official crowning ceremony of Tala MacTire, Kellen’s mate he found while on the other continent. I had heard from Lamia she was with pup and Kellen was cutting it close to her due date. I guess they wanted to wait for things to settle down and for Tala to get to know the kingdom and its citizens a little better. I’m pretty sure Kellen rushed the ceremony when he found out she was carrying his pup
MASON The stars in Cambiador were as bright as in MacTire. The humid heat from the day turned into a haze of clouds as the air cooled down once the sun cast its last ray over the horizon. I was running patrol tonight with a few new recruits close to the Northern border. All was quiet, the air and jungle still. Not a sound to be heard. It was peaceful, too peaceful. The quietness that surrounded me gave way for my mind to wander. I had been thinking a lot about Cambiador’s laws and the idea that the werecat people don’t rely on or wait for a fated mate. I was a rogue, so the chance of me ever being gifted with a fated was slim. My train of thought, and not for the first time, led me to think of taking a chosen. A wife - a contracted wife. Tawny was mated and happy. Goddess honest truth, I was happy for her. And Crimson. Every day I watched the way they would steal glances at each other, hidden touches when they thought no one was looking. They were keeping their mating a secret for
CRIMSON The massive migraine was passing. The healer was able to give me something to calm my mind and help me to block all the invading voices. The medicine had knocked me out and I wasn’t aware of how long I had been sleeping. Finally, my head felt clear and quiet. The sudden influx of thoughts from the kingdom's people was too much. It all came at once. Their prayers, their pleas, their silent promises to themselves. This was beyond just simple mind-linking. “Crimson!” Gillian bursts into Tawny’s room. Chest heaving, face flushed eyes blown open wide with pure fear. I stand from the bed quickly, almost too quickly. It's only then I hear the commotion of what sounds like a fight. “What’s going on Gillian?” I demand with a harsh voice, accompanied by a growl. “Maydor and Lightfoot, they brought their troops… They have Tawny! Tristan went-“ I don’t let Gillian finish. Instead, I hurl myself through the window shattering the glass and shifting midair. Landing on four paws. I dash
TAWNY “Come on, open your eyes.” I try to encourage Mason, gently squeezing his hand. The healers have removed as much Nightshade from his bloodstream as they could. Drained his blood then gave him more. Mason should have healed by now, but the dirty fighters had used silver-coated blades dipped in the venomous poison. They had stabbed Mason so deeply and multiple times that his body was having a hard time stitching itself back together. An indication that his feline was not present to help heal him. Not a good sign at all. It was a wonder he was alive at all. It made my blood boil to know they got the best of not Mason and other warriors, but also myself. It never crossed my mind that they would use underhanded tactics as they did. Lightfoot should never have got the drop on me like that. I felt guilty because if it wasn’t for me, Mason would have never been blindsided the way he was. He was coming to me when he was hit from the side by a shifted cat. I don’t remember what happe
TAWNY It had been several days since the coup. Arik and his men left the following day, more than half the prisoners were released after being questioned and the council was set to put the treacherous Lords on trial for their crimes against the kingdom and the crown. Mason, thank the gods that be, made a full recovery. The effects of the Nightshade had lasted a few days, but thankful he opened his eyes and smiled at me. Then made fun of me when I cried tears of relief. When questioned about Lord Maydor’s death, I’m ashamed to say Crimson covered it up. Stating that Maydor died due to his injuries caused on the battlefield. I was even more shocked to find out Gillian was not his biological daughter, but his niece. The daughter of his brother, who died, and Maydor took her mother as his wife - thinking she was going to have a son. Tomislav and Gillian had been getting closer, building a friendship and bond over their loathing of Maydor. Tomislav even offered to take the fall for Gill
CRIMSON I’m insatiable and I can’t get enough of my Kitten. After the glorious blow job, I haul Tawny to her feet and make quick work of shredding her clothes from her. Like a manic beast, my claws tear through her top, pants, and undergarments until she stands before me, beautifully naked. I take a moment to admire my mate. Her beauty, her creamy dark skin, her tear-shaped breasts. I let my hands skate over her smooth flawless skin until I can’t stand it anymore and the need to drive into her perfect pussy overwhelms me. I grab her, maybe a little too harshly in my desperation, and haul her up. Her legs wrap around me and my cock juts against her opening. I slam her against the closest wall, holding her up with one arm braced under her round ass, sliding my hand over her throat with the other. “I want you so badly Kolby,” She pants. I love it when she uses my name in the bedroom. Her hand snakes between us, grabbing my cock and brushing it up against her clit and through her juice
CRIMSON I don’t go back and curl up with my mate. Instead, I open the old leather folder again. Taking my time to study and read each parchment. Concentrating on the ones we didn’t get to observe. I flit through the pages that describe the seven gates to the gods until I find the ones that hold the information I was desperate to know. A few nights ago when Tawny and I were lost in passion, her nails dug into my skin and a bead of my blood fell onto the face of the blue stone she wears around her neck. Papa Armand's ring. Something changed inside me, and I don’t just mean being able to mind-link. The stone’s magic gave way and allowed me to open a part of my mind that was shut off. Enabling me to tap into a higher percentage of my brain capacity. The words don’t tell me much, just that the stone allows the bearer to be the truest version of themselves. I’m disappointed that there is nothing else. I’m disappointed that even though I know what I am, I still have no idea what I’m cap