LOGINAlec - My life has been nothing but pain. I gave up not just looking for my mate but in general a long time ago. My pack, my friends, not even my children can bring me out of this endless nightmare. My wolf runs things. But when I see Crista's face, I see an end to my misery. I'll stay silent no more. She is the light, and I'll do anything to protect her. Crista - One night of terror has sent my peaceful life into turmoil. My pack is gone, and so are my parents. I was only able to save my little sisters. But when we're found unknowingly crossing the border into the Incubi Pack, it feels more like out of the frying pan and into the fire. The alpha of the Incubi Pack is known across the world as ruthless. The Moon Goddess must have a sense of humor as my wolf whimpers mate' as his yellow eyes meet mine. This book is a spinoff series from the Bloodmoon Series. Characters and events in this book may overlap with Beta's Surprise Mate. The Incubi Pack Series: Book 1 - Alpha of Nightmares Book 2 - The Hybrid Alpha Book 3 - Dream Mate Anthology Short Story - Chosen Mate Anthology Bonus Story - Sicilian Holiday Anthology Short Story - The Quiet Giant's Mate Book 4 - Beta's Innocent Mate
View MoreCrista climbed into my lap, and I forgot how to breathe. Not because of desire, though that was there. It was always there with her, simmering beneath my skin, threaded through my blood, tempting Chesed toward the surface with every breath she took. But this was different. This was not heat or hunger alone. This was my mate placing herself in my arms after a weekend full of grief, memory, children, ghosts, and love so sharp it had cut us both open. The frame rested beside me on the bed, moonlight catching the tiny charms she’d attached beneath the photo. A crescent moon. A sun. Gwen and Christina. Light and Darkness. My daughters’ birthmarks. My mate’s thoughtfulness had always been dangerous, but this gutted me in silence. All four of my children stared back from the photo. Katrina steady and fierce, André dramatic even in stillness, Gwen and Christina asleep against me as if I had been built for softness. I had not been. Not by my parents. Not by fate. Not by the Darkness sleep
The villa became too quiet after everyone left. Not silent. Silence was impossible with two-month-old twins in the house who seemed to believe sleep was a personal insult and digestion was a battle strategy. But quiet settled differently once Katrina and Tie returned to Nebrodi and André swept Darren and Lando back toward Madonie in a cloud of dramatic goodbyes, blown kisses, and threats to return if Papa dared miss him too much. Alec had stood on the front steps while they left, Gwen tucked against his chest, Christina asleep in my arms. He did not wave like a normal person. Of course he didn’t. He stood there in black, broad and still, looking every inch the terrifying Alpha of Incubi while holding an infant with a milk-drunk face pressed to his shoulder. André had shouted something ridiculous from the car about Papa needing to use the mug every morning, or he’d file emotional damages, and Alec had threatened to ban him from the villa. The mug was already in his office. I had s
I announced myself before anyone had the privilege of witnessing me. That wasn’t vanity. That was public service. “Brace yourselves, darlings,” I called from the front steps, my tone bright enough to scare birds from nearby trees. “Father’s Day has officially improved because Papa’s favorite son has arrived.” Darren sighed beside me with the fond exhaustion of a man who had accepted his fate and resigned himself to it. Lando, however, looked up at me like I had personally hung the sun, which only proved the child had excellent taste. “You are Nonno Alec’s only son,” Lando said, his tone confused but supportive. I patted his shoulder. “Details, piccolo principe. Never let facts ruin a good entrance,” I said solemnly. My entrance deserved drama. It was June. Pride Month. My outfit was not merely clothing. It was a declaration of war against beige. I wore fitted white trousers, glossy black boots, a sheer black shirt beneath a cropped blazer embroidered with tiny rainbow-threa
The D’Amore Alpha villa should not have looked softer. I knew every curve of that house. Every polished stone step. Every arched window. Every long hallway where pack members learned to lower their eyes before my papa even entered the room. I grew up inside those walls, between danger and luxury, between André’s dramatic bullshit and Papa’s silence. The villa had always been beautiful, yes, but never gentle. Today, it looked like babies had attacked it and won. Tie parked near the front drive, his hand still resting over mine from the ride out of Nebrodi. The morning sun warmed the villa’s pale exterior, catching on the balconies and the terracotta roof, turning the place gold around the edges. It should have felt like coming home to the Alpha of Incubi’s seat of power. Instead, I could see a tiny pink blanket hanging over the back of a chair through the front window. I blinked. Tie followed my gaze, and his mouth twitched with amusement. “Your papa has been conquered,” T






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