It’s been almost a month, a whole fucking MONTH, since Domitila just disappeared from the Madonie hospital. A month of searching for any race of Domitila or Ersilia. We have all these resources at our disposal and have gotten nowhere. We have werewolf packs around the world looking. Every pack I visited with my Papa and sister stepped up to look. Every pack except Silvermane, but packs near them, are keeping an eye out in case they are helping Ersilia. Persephone and Jonathan have turned up nothing. They've hacked every satellite and local network, like traffic and security cameras at airports, trains, buses, and boat travel points. Jonathan has used some Silvercloud assets to help in the search. I know their failure might infuriate them more than it does me, but it's by a slim margin as it's my sperm the crazy witch absconded with. Katrina and her coven haven’t found any trace of them. She’s had her coven performing all kinds of spells to try and trace Ersilia’s whereabouts. The rem

I had hoped joining me for yoga and meditation would help Alexander destress and gain new clarity on the situation. I had no doubt it would end with us making love. He initiated every other morning after my yoga when I returned inside. Watching me doing all those poses turns him on. I’d worried that his attraction would wane as my belly grew larger. So, I won’t complain that he’s still attracted to me. That being said, this isn’t how I expected the aftermath of our yoga and meditation to go. While we went through the yoga poses, we kept stealing longing glances at each other. Before we transitioned into our meditation, there was a desire in his eyes. The same desire I knew was in mine. I did not doubt that after our meditation, we’d be making love in the shower if we made it to the shower. All that changed when I saw a blue light, even with my eyes closed. I’d been shocked, confused, and scared when I opened them to find Alexander floating off the ground, surrounded by a blue aura. I

Angels!? Ersilia is working with angels? What the fuck!? If it weren’t for the fact an angel was involved in the battle that shut down the Monastery of Destinies over a year ago, I’d say they were a myth. I can’t fathom why they’d want to work with her. ‘Unless they want the blue moon pup for their own means.’ Lucius growled. ‘Well, that isn’t happening. Today or any day. If I’m meant to father the blue moon pup, they will never be taken from me and Delilah.’ I growled, determined to kill anyone that would threaten any of my future children with Delilah. ‘Darren, Stephen, one of you needs to shift. Tell Mushin there are angels involved.’ I heard André instruct in the closed link the four of us used. ‘Angels? Are you shitting me?’ Darren questioned. ‘I’m wearing a hemlock necklace. So no, I’m not shitting you tesoro mio.’ André assured his mate. I considered returning to my human form to try and speak with Khalid, but there wasn’t time. The shadow of a set of wings danced on the w

The sun wasn’t even up, and Delilah was peacefully asleep in our bed. I should still be in bed with her. Instead, I’m in the bathroom splashing cold water on my face after another nightmare. It’s been the same nightmare since I killed Ersilia. I haven’t told Delilah about it, and I probably should. Lucius thinks I should. Hell, even Giosuè says I should and has offered to have her attend a session so I could tell her in a ‘safe space.’ There’s no such thing as a ‘safe space’ to tell your mate that you have a recurring dream of the burning disconnected skull of a witch telling you that it’s not over and that they will come for the blue moon child. If it has me freaked out, how will Delilah handle it? Today’s finally the scheduled day for Delilah’s cesarian. I don’t want to say or do anything that will cause her unnecessary stress. And I consider the threat of a ghost in a nightmare against our future child unnecessary stress. Maybe after she’s had time to recover, I’ll bring up these

Delilah POV The surgery itself took about an hour. Alexander was in scrubs, holding my hand the whole time. I was glad they had the curtain over my midsection so I didn’t witness them cutting me to retrieve the babies. Alexander’s attention bounced like a tennis ball between my face and the surgery. I started to cry each time Doctor Damiani announced one of the babies was out. I know I’ve said I haven’t felt anything maternal for them, and I hold to that. But when I heard the first wail from baby A, I felt a tug in my heart. And it continued as each baby made their presence in the room known. They sounded healthy, at least. “They’re perfect,” Alexander assured me as he kissed my forehead or tried to kiss it, but he had a surgical mask on, which was a little weird. “Do you want to see them?” a nurse asked. “No. The honor of meeting them first belongs to their parents. Bring them to Alpha André and Aleph Darren.” I shook my head. I wanted to see them. I desperately wanted to see th