When I woke up before dawn, Cardinal tried to convince me to follow my usual morning routine. ‘Why would you want to go for a run when we are naked in bed with our mate?’ Cardinal scoffed as I tried to carefully dislodge myself from André.
‘You know I need a routine. I like my routine. You never bitched about my morning runs when I slipped out of Sheila’s bed or when I was still in the SEALs.’ I pointed out.
‘Duh, because Sheila wasn’t our mate. André is. We should stay in bed with him. Maybe wake him up for some morning sex. You know you enjoyed last night. And enjoyed it more than any other sexual experience.’ Cardinal taunted.
I sighed, looking at André, the streak of blue hair hanging flat fanned over his peaceful face. I’m not going to argue with Cardinal about last night.
My mind is still wrapping itself around what happened. But I have already accepted that I’m André’s and he’s mine.
And of course, sex with a mate will be better t
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I really wish reality would stop intruding on my happy little bubble. Drinking coffee, enjoying breakfast, and talking about the future with Darren was perfect. I was already dreaming up where we would live. Obviously, we can’t live here at the Night Haven. But there are places in the area we could rent or even buy. Then again, I don’t know what papa has planned for the future. Whenever Tiberius wakes up, I know Katrina and Tiberius will take over Nebrodi. So, when this is over, Darren and I may have to move to Madonie. I don’t know what the housing market looks like there. I do know I will not live in the same place Ignazio did. That place should be burned. Not enough disinfectant cleaners in the world for that. But I’m sure Darren and I will figure it out wherever we end up. I can just imagine house hunting with him. He’ll be all practical, and I’ll just fall in love with a place, not caring if it needs to be fixed up or does
While I’m happy to have the intel from Gildo, the fact we are now driving to a village of witches to not just meet the coven’s Crone but André’s great grandmother is unsettling. I do not like witches. Noya Simen left a bad taste in my mouth for witches. I know it’s unfair to judge all witches by Noya’s actions. But when you’ve had magic used against you, you tend to not like it. And now I’m going to have to be respectful to a coven’s Crone, who also happens to be the first member of my mate’s family I’m meeting. I don’t count meeting the Beta family. They aren’t related to him by blood. “Nervous?” André questioned, putting his hand on my leg. ‘Oh, is he offering a hand job to take the edge off?’ Cardinal perked up. I rolled my eyes at my wolf, ignoring him as I turned to look at André. “I don’t like witches. Had a bad experience with one back in my pack. Magic, on the whole, leaves a bad taste in my mouth.” I explained. “Oh? Do tel
Honestly, I’m not surprised that my bisnonna was so rude or that she peaced out like that. It’s sort of her thing. Piss people off and then go poof but leave behind something worthwhile. Still don’t like how she was to Darren. Totally uncalled for. I wanted to try and speak with Amelia, but the minute Darren and I arrived at the town hall with the intel, we were in for a different kind of surprise. “André!” I spun on my heel as I heard Papa’s voice. “Papa!? Wait, does that mean… Crista’s no longer in heat? How soon till we know if I have a brother or sister on the way?” I eagerly peppered him with questions neglecting Darren as I rushed over to my father. Papa sighed, rolling his eyes. “I see leaving you in charge for a week has done nothing to temper your energetic childish behavior.” He shook his head a little. I know it may sound like he’s scolding me, but the slight upturn of his lips tells me he isn’t. “Papa. I’ve handled the pack j
I was nervous when I got my first look at Alpha Alec. There’s something different about him than other Alphas I’ve met. A power is inside him that reminds me of Alpha Logan, which makes him stronger than others. It’s intimidating, to say the least. And as André happily chatted away with that big smile on his face, I was dreading how this introduction would turn out. Part of me was nervous about being introduced as André‘s mate, even hoping he wouldn’t mention it as we stood there in the open. Then part of me was excited about it. Wanting to be introduced as his mate. In the end, I was simply Captain Darren. I don’t think André did it intentionally or at least not in a sense to try and hurt my feelings. I’ve been the one who was clear I wanted to wait for my family to know before going too public. Cardinal, however, was hurt. He thought that our impulsive mate would have eagerly blurted out we are mates to his father. So when he did
‘He can’t be serious! He needs us! We should be fighting at his side, not on the sidelines!’ Cardinal shouted. And I’m in complete agreement. This isn’t a fight André should be taking on solo. But every time I tried to get involved, André was quick to keep me out. I stopped trying after the third attempt because I was just distracting him. I don’t know if he’s trying to prove something or just really protective of me, but I’m getting pissed. I used my cloaking power. Even if André can track my movements, Gastone can’t, and that’s what will matter. I started circling up, looking for the best angle and time to strike. Timing would be everything. Too bad time wasn’t something I had. I don’t know what Gastone did, but he slashed at André a burst of this green glow radiating off his claws. My heart stopped as André crumbled to the ground thrown across the clearing from the strike. ‘ANDRE! DUILIO!’ Cardinal roared with anger. All I saw was red as I ru
So I should probably be taking it easy. Maybe even be reflecting on life and death and all that reflective stuff you’d expect after almost dying. But that’s not my style. I don’t want to be morose and focus on dying and shit. I’m alive. So I’m going to do what I’ve always done. I’m going to be fucking fabulous and celebrate life. We won the war. My mate saved my fine ass. My sister’s mate is awake. And like the perfect cherry on top of the D’Amore victory sundae Crista is pregnant! There is no containing my joy right now. And now, with the war over, Darren can tell his family about us, and everyone can know we’re mates. I am very excited about that, especially since we can mark each other. “Just so you know, the minute I can get you alone, we’re fucking and marking.” I smirked as Darren pulled back from the kiss. He sighed, shaking his head. “You almost died. You do realize that, right? You should be focused on recoveri
I need to be efficient with my time management. I know André. So I know patience is a virtue he is strongly lacking. If I don’t get back quickly, he will get bored, sneak out of his room, and cause Goddess to know what chaos. So I hauled ass from the hospital to town hall for a headcount. ‘All able-bodied Bloodmoon pack members are to report out front of town hall immediately!’ I called through the pack link. I was relieved to arrive at the town hall and find people standing around waiting. “Line up! I need a headcount!” I commanded, moving to stand in front of the group as they hurried to get into lines. I frowned as I counted. I should have twenty-three warriors who came with me, seven who were here before the war, add in Isis and Amelia. I should have thirty-two. “Why am I short seven?” I questioned, mentally counting again. I counted five times, and I still only counted twenty-five. I froze when I realized one of the missing faces.&nbs
Though I didn’t like that he was pouting. Let alone that he was pouting, worried about how my family would take the news. “Why don’t we find out for ourselves.” I suggested giving him his phone. “I got this from your office at town hall.” I smiled, nudging him over a little as I sat on the edge of his bed. “So are we conference calling them? Facetime? How do you want to handle this?” André questioned, grinning at the possibilities. “We’re going to do a group text. I’ll add you to the family chat. There will be less chaos. No one will be talking over someone else.” I nodded as I pulled up my family’s group texts. I smiled, seeing many updates from my family about what was happening while I was gone. And, of course, a daily message from mom reminding me to get rest and eat right. She’s such a mom. I quickly added André to the group and started to chat. Darren: Hey, everyone. I have some news and thought this mi