‘We should go, Irving. I know she’s our mate, and you want to be near her, but this is getting ridiculous. We are sitting in her rose bushes when we should be home in our bed.’ I sighed. I’ve been repeating myself, yet my wolf doesn’t want to listen. Damn mate bond. He’s lost all sense because of it and her. ‘Don’t say mean things about our mate.’ Irving growled.
I sighed, rolling my eyes from my spot in the back of my own mind. Irving was not willing to give back control so we could go home. And since he ran us here, I don’t even have a change of clothes to force him to shift. He knows well that I’m the modest sort and wouldn’t risk even at this late hour being seen walking around naked. ‘A storm is coming.’ I commented, able to smell the rain on the breeze and hear thunder in the distance. ‘We really should go home. We are not sitting out here all night, least of all in a storm.’ I said firmly.
I blame the mate bond. I also blame him. I am not the sort of woman that throws herself wantonly at any man. And I’ve seen my share of good-looking men. Human and supernatural alike. But John Kinsley… takes the cake. It took all I had to not throw myself at him when he walked out in just those basketball shorts. And this kiss! I don’t want to contemplate how he’s this good at kissing. I know if I do, that little green monster known as jealousy will rear its ugly head. I have no right to be jealous. He’s not mine. Or rather, he wasn’t mine. No, he isn’t mine. Fuck this mate bond shit is messing with my head. I had no idea it could affect a human like this. Am I getting hit double time because, unlike a werewolf, I only have one spirit inside me? That’s a thought for another time. For when I’m not in his arms, tasting him, touching him, and basicall
I’ve been off since leaving Sarael’s house. This damn mate bond was weighing on me. Irving was angry at me for what happened. Not the whole kissing her part, no that he fully supported. No, he was angry because I apologized for it and got us essentially kicked out of her house. He can be mad all he likes. I’m mad at him too. He’s the one that pushed me to kiss her. And then forcing me into the back of my own mind to speak through me. He said too much to her. Telling her, I wanted to kiss her since the moment I laid eyes on her. Even if it’s true, he shouldn’t have told her that. There is a reason we werewolves have two spirits, a human and a wolf. We balance each other and are only at our best when wolf and human are in sync with each other. So Irving and I being mad at each other have me thrown out of balance. Add that to being away from my mate, and l
I had it up to my chin with this pintsized alpha. I am in no mood for anyone’s bullshit, least of all his. Maybe if he wasn’t John’s brother, maybe if he wasn’t a shorter mountain man version of him, and maybe if he weren’t an alpha, who are notorious for getting their way, I’d feel differently. But he is an alpha, he does look like John, and he is John’s brother. For all these reasons, I wish I kept some weapons on hand here at the store. I get that he’s upset. As a younger sibling myself, I understand being protective. But it’s not his business. It’s between John and me. I didn’t get involved in my sister’s relationship troubles. Well, not to this degree. And for what meddling I did, I regret to this day. As our argument was starting to get heated and I worried Becky would hear us, the door burst open. I was ready to reprimand Becky only to see John’s
I’ve done it again. I’ve lost all my sense of reason to the pull of the mate bond. Not only did I technically assault my Alpha, but I also kissed her again. Her scent seemed to be even stronger, or maybe it’s just because I have gone a week without smelling it that it feels stronger. Fuck I was seconds away from sinking my teeth into her neck and marking her. If I weren’t so damn embarrassed to be caught in her office, her legs around me and my shirt half-open, I’d probably be feeling more grateful for Becky's interruption. ‘Like hell we’re grateful. We were going to mark our mate. We shouldn’t be grateful that the stupid girl interrupted that.’ Irving grumbled. ‘And what happens if Sarael hadn’t wanted to be marked? If we marked her and then she freaked out? If she sent us away again. We’d have forcefully marked her, which is a horrid thing to do
He’s a VIRGIN! Seriously what the hell! How is that possible? I know he says he has great self-control and has been waiting for his mate but wow. I don’t think any man would wait this long, let alone when there are plenty of women more than willing to get in his bed. What would have happened if he never crossed paths with me? Would he have remained celibate his whole life?I can’t even fathom that. I mean, I should be flattered, right. He’s waited and saved himself for… well, for me. And I am. I’m also not sure about this because I was only one other guy’s first time, and he was mine. It was hands down the worst sexual experience of my life. The guy had no clue what he was doing and tried to go in the wrong hole more than once.I shuddered at the memory. I really hope that while he’s inexperienced, John has
I rolled my eyes when he darted into her bedroom. “Stupid cat.” I muttered and started looking around. I didn’t see anything personal on display. There are no family photos or photos in general. She had some lovely paintings on the walls. Sarael displayed a few knick-knacks on a shelf with her book collection.Her books were the most interesting thing she had. She had a large assortment. I can tell she’s read a few romance novels plenty of times, given the wear on their binding. Then she had some classics, horror, mystery, and thriller novels. But most of her collection was on the supernatural and history. It seems you can take the woman out of the hunter guild, but you can’t take the hunter out of the woman.When she exited her room, I smelled her before she called out to me. I’d been trying to keep Irving in check bef
Learning the history of his pack was eye-opening, to say the least. I don’t think I’ve heard of a pack whose alpha is selected by their wolf’s gift rather than birth order. It was truly remarkable to hear how the Bloodmoon Pack formed, and their goddess herself chose its Alpha. I’m sure my family’s guild would love to hear about that.They’d want to find a way to end the alpha line, which would mean killing Logan and his mate since she’s expecting. I managed to internalize my shutter. The very idea of killing a pregnant woman or a baby I couldn’t. It’s what made me the weaker sister. I felt bad enough for what I did in the name of our family.I don’t know what was more surprising. How Bloodmoon's alpha is selected or that becoming alpha wasn’t John’s dream. I suppose I can under
I enjoyed myself, getting to talk to her like this, and having this chance to get to know each other. I was more interested in getting to know her. She was the bigger mystery here. I’m a werewolf, the Beta of my pack, and I run my family’s company. Not a lot to unpack there. But her… there’s a story here, and I want to know it.Spells? Well, that was interesting. The use of magic isn’t something everyone can manage, least of all humans. But I suppose if one has an inclination to it, your race doesn’t matter. “Mhm. I’m guessing there is plenty to tell. Just maybe not much you want to tell.” I commented before our conversation paused.We waited till the waiter had taken our empty appetizer plates away, leaving us with our entrees. I refilled her wine since apparently, my mate enjoys wine. That or this is a su