New chapters are posted Monday-Saturday. So what do you think about who Isis was spotted with?
That simple, quiet, mundane supernatural free life I had spent so much time and effort cultivating was beyond salvaging at this point. It had started to deteriorate when I agreed to take on the Christian wedding and didn’t even know it. And for all my bravado and thinking that I could go back after meeting John, that I could ignore the pull of the bond, I know it’s impossible.When my sister showed up, I knew I wasn’t getting out of this life for some time. And after last night with John, there is no going back ever. I may not be able to say I love him yet, but I know that I’m never going to be able to let him go. I’ve gotten in too deep with him. It may not be love, but I feel strong enough to let him in my bed… and well shower.I’ve never moved that quickly with a guy. I think that is probably the number one co
I should have washed my clothes last night or run them through the dryer to get rid of the wrinkles. Maybe Sarael has an iron around I could use. It, of course, won’t change the fact I’m wearing the same clothes from yesterday, but at least I’d feel more presentable if they were ironed. So I took the chance to hunt an iron down, put on my boxers, and carry my clothes over my arm as I stepped out of the bedroom.Of course, I was greeted by the sound of a hiss. Glancing down to the left, I saw Shu with his fur on end, ready to slash at me. ‘Stupid cat.’ Irving snorted. “Good morning to you too, Shu.” I greeted. “Jesus, you couldn’t put clothes on?” Khalid wrinkled his nose leaning on the kitchen island as he wiped it with a paper towel. Great, the boy’s awake. Hopefully, he didn’t hear us in the shower. ‘I hope he did. Serves him r
I didn’t even make it to my door without being taunted. “Goood morning John. How’s Sarael?” Aurelia smirked as she stopped seeing me in the hallway. I groaned and ran a hand over my face. “She’s fine. I already told your mate to drop it because I won’t be discussing my private life. I would appreciate it if you did so as well. I'm just getting changed, then I have a meeting.” I sighed, pointing at my door, which I was only two rooms away from.“Okay. And I’m not looking to taunt you. I’m happy for you, John. You deserve to be happy. I like Sarael. She’ll make a good addition to the Kinsley family and the pack.” Aurelia assured me, patting my arm. “Just don’t screw it up. If I lose my florist for the wedding and I'm taking it out of your hide.” she teased. “I’d offer to join this meeting, but I have a
The room was silent as we waited for Kurt to answer me. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know someone by that name.” Kurt blatantly lied. “Do not lie to us, boy.” Logan growled. “Her brother saw her with you in Paris three days ago. So stop the bullshit.” I sighed, trying to keep my calm. I heard someone whispering in the background, but it was too soft to hear over the phone.“If that's her in the background, tell her that her Aunt Sarael needs to see her. That she can help her and her wolf.” I explained. “How…” a female voice spoke. “How do you know who I am? Why would you associate with my brother? How do you know my aunt?” she questioned. “Hello, Isis. It is nice to speak with you. I am Beta John Kinsley of the Bloodmoon pack and
“So you went from having an expansive garden and greenhouse. Where you were looked to for all things related to plants to this?” Khalid arched an eyebrow as he slowly walked around my shop. “To owning my own successful business and living my life the way I see fit rather than how someone else does?” I countered, folding my arms, giving him a narrowed look.How dare he make it sound like my life is somehow less than it was or could have been if I stayed in the guild. I should ring his fucking neck. Becky gulped, looking between us. “Um, so I’m going to go start on the orders for today.” she said, nodding her head to the back room. “Thank you, Becky.” I nodded, not even looking at her.“I’m not putting you down, Auntie." he prefaced. Not putting me down my ass. "It’s just I know if you
“Did you get a hold of Kurt? What news about my niece?” I asked. “We contacted Kurt.” John began. “We?” I asked. “Logan, Charles, Jonathan, and myself. We called Kurt, and after he finally answered, we determined that Isis was with him and she was his mate. They assumed Isis was adopted, and that’s why she is a werewolf. I didn’t go into details of her conception. Nor did I go into details about why she can’t shift. I felt these were subjects not to discuss over the phone, let alone without you.” he explained.Crap! I mean, I had an inkling that Kurt was her mate based on Khalid’s description of their closeness in Paris. But there was still a shred of hope. I don’t want my niece to have to deal with more pressure and danger. And becoming the Luna to a pack of rogues is both of those things.
I tried to keep myself busy for the rest of the day. It was impossible to focus on work. Thankfully, Logan and Charles had that covered. So instead, I made my way to the training ground. Various pack members bowed their heads as I passed, pausing their training to pay respect. I barely nodded back. I was too pent up. I had too much on my mind to be polite.I went straight into the changing area, exchanging my black slacks and white dress shirt for gray tear-away athletic shorts and no shirt. I wasn’t sure if I’d only train myself or unleash Irving, but it was likely to happen. I headed back out and went for the ring. Currently, the ring is occupied by Colby Delaney and Warren Kinney.I suppose it makes sense. Azriel is currently on duty watching over Sarael, which gives Colby the time to train more. And if Warren is here, that means Nige
When we pulled into the parking lot of the simple garage, a man that resembled Alexander, though with a few gray hairs, walked out with a smile. “You must be John Kinsley.” he greeted, wiping his hands with a cloth before offering it. “You look just like your brother. Not that I’ve met my man, but I’ve seen pictures. I still owe him a drink for letting my boy spend so much time at his place and whipping him into better shape.” Robert Whitland smiled. “Pleasure, sir. And yes, I’m John. This is my girlfriend Sarael, and the grump in the back is her nephew. We’re here to pick up her car.” I greeted, shaking his hand. “Right, right. The Ford Alexander towed here yesterday. Got it all ready for you, Miss.” he nodded, giving a warm smile to Sarael. “Thank you so much for letting it be towed here. I don’t know what happened with it, but it just wouldn’t start back up for me. I had to take an uber to my next appo