The Bloodmoon & Incubi Anthology is a compilation of seven short stories between these two packs. This collection may contain mild spoilers to books within these series. Chosen Mate: The love story of Stephen Walterson of Bloodmoon and Amelia Furlan of Madonie. Warrior's Redemption: The redemption love story of Clement (Austin) Shelton and Suzanne Walterson of Bloodmoon. Love After 40: The second chance love story of Hale Shelton of Bloodmoon and the human Erin Carlisle. The Hybrid's Rogue: The nonbinary love story of River Carlisle of Bloodmoon and Leo Hansley of Silvermane. The Hybrid's Vampire: The LGBTQ+ love story of Sage Carlisle of Bloodmoon and the vampire Auðr. Sicilian Holiday: A D'Amore family Christmas story. The Quiet Giant's Mate: The surprising love story of Ivan Furlan of Madonie and Regina Petridis of Incubi.
Lihat lebih banyak“Ma… stop fussing over me already.” I try to dodge my mother as she attempts to attack my face with a baby wipe. I’m as clean as I’m going to get. I already took a damn shower.
“You’ve got something on your upper lip. I want you to look presentable if you’re being sent to aid another pack. You might find a second chance mate.” Mom huffed once again, trying to yank my face down to her to clean some invisible grime from my face.
“Ma, it’s called facial hair.” I groaned as she tried to rub off my facial hair. I’ve been trying to actually let my facial hair grow in.
I wanted to point out the chance of finding a second chance mate was near impossible. But since Beta John’s mate ended up being a human, people have started believing in miracles.
“That’s supposed to be facial hair?” Suzie giggled as she unzipped my duffle bag. I growled, trying to reach her, but mom had me by the collar before getting her.
“Stay out of my stuff, Suzie.” I growled. My little sister rolled her eyes at me and started digging through my bag.
As long as she doesn’t find the condoms, I’m good. I know they’re not something I should bring to war, but while I have no hopes of a second chance mate I certainly won’t be unprepared to hook up.
“EEEWWWWW!” Suzie squealed, throwing the box of condoms like they were wolfsbane.
I groaned and winced as my mother’s hold on my collar tightened, and her claws were digging into my skin. “When did those become standard issue gear for warriors? Who do you think you are, Stephen Rhett Walterson?”
Great. Now I’m going to get a lecture. I don’t have time for this. I need to report to the airstrip to not miss the plane. I can’t fuck this up. This is my first big assignment as a pack warrior. I’m one of the youngest warriors chosen to go.
Dad’s heavy footfalls echoed off the hardwood as he entered the kitchen. “Edith, let the boy go.” He sighed as he picked up the condoms.
“He’s an eighteen-year-old man, not a little boy. And there is nothing wrong with him having condoms. Better to be prepared than to find out a few months later we’re grandparents.” He shook his head, putting the box back into my duffle and zipping it.
Mom huffed but let me go. “Just stay out of trouble. You are going there to help fight a war. Goddess, you’re too young for war.” Mom frowned.
I sighed, grabbing my duffle. “Thanks, pop. And ma, I’m not too young. I joined the pack warriors when I was sixteen.”
“I’ll be fine. Alpha Logan wouldn’t have selected me if he didn’t think I could handle it.” I assured her, giving my mom a hug and kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll call you once I am allowed to.” I promised as she hugged me tighter, almost cutting off my air.
“A..air. Ma…air.” I gasped, tapping her shoulder. Thank Goddess she let go, and I could catch my breath.
She seems to forget her strength at times. Then again, she also seems to forget that Conway isn’t as strong as he was after losing Lexia.
I’m lucky he’s still around. And that’s probably more to do with the fact that we hadn’t gotten close to Lexia. We’d only scented her and made eye contact before the alarms went off, and she had to take shelter, and I had to report to fight.
I didn’t even know her name until after it was over and I went to find her. Only to find her sobbing mother holding her limp body.
I felt numb as Conway howled in agony. Conway didn’t speak or do anything for a year. A year of being able to feel my wolf, but he didn’t communicate, and I couldn’t shift.
It was hell, but he didn’t die, so that was good. It just took him time to recover. And even now, he’s not fully recovered. I just try to do what I can to help keep him from letting go completely.
I’ve been considering maybe taking a chosen mate. Of course, it would have to be someone that Conway and I agree on. So I’ve already ruled out all the humans I attend college with. Some are cute, but I want a werewolf mate. That way, Conway will have a she-wolf counterpart.
I sighed as I heard Clement laying on the horn of his jeep. I hate that guy, but he’s the only person who lives near my place that could give me a ride. Another reason I need to get my own car. I’m saving up to hopefully get one this fall.
“I’ll see you all soon. I’ll bring back a souvenir from Sicily.” I promised, hefting my duffle over my shoulder. Suzie begrudgingly hugged me as mom nudged her in my direction. Then dad gave me a hard pat on the shoulder before I was out the door.
“Dude, what took you so long? I want to get out of here. We’re going to fucking Italy! Imagine how many hot Italian girls we can hook up with.” Clement was grinning as I climbed into the passenger seat.
‘Can we kill him?’ Conway grumbled. ‘He speaks of females so disrespectfully. I pity his mate.’ He scoffed from where he was lying in our shared mind-space.
‘Sadly no. I wish, but who knows, we’re going to war. Anything could happen.’ I sighed.
“Sorry, ma was being well a mom.” I shrugged, giving a half-hearted apology.
It wasn’t like he was waiting long. Hell, he didn’t even come to the door or link me that he was here. Just laid on the horn-like an asshole.
“That’s why I’m glad I moved out as soon as I could. Can’t live with your mom and expect to get laid, man.” Clement scoffed as he skidded away from the curb.
I rolled my eyes. “You talk like you get laid.” I scoffed. I ignored him, growling at me calling him out for it.
“I’m more liking to get laid than you are.” Clement scoffed. “I mean, what female is going to want a broken wolf like you.”
That got Conway on his paws growling. Thank the Goddess we were already pulling up to the airstrip. I was opening the door before he could even come to a stop.
“I should kill you. You don’t get to talk that way to me. You have no idea what it’s like to survive. And I feel sorry for your mate. No one deserves to have a piece of shit that disrespects females for a mate.”
I grabbed my duffle from the back, intentionally hitting him in the head with it as I hopped out. “Stay out of my way while we are in Sicily.” I warned, double-timing it to where the others had started to gather around Captain Darren Delaney.
Now Darren Delaney is a wolf I actually look up to. I’ve actually been considering enlisting in the military to get that experience he and his brothers got. And yes, there would be the benefit of getting away from the pack and the reminder that I’m forever mateless.
If I manage one thing on this mission, it will be learning as much as I can from people like Darren Delaney and Collin Kearney. So my plan is to stick close to them. To prove my worth as a warrior. And stay as far away from Clement as possible.
Not that Clement makes that easy. He didn’t make anything easy for anyone after we arrived in Incubi. First, by saying stupid shit like how he can’t wait to fight.
We are here to stop a war. That doesn’t mean we have to kill people. We don’t even know what kind of conflict we are walking into.
Conway couldn’t sense any malice in the air when we pulled our convoy over. I wasn’t going to fight people who don’t actually want to be fighting.
Which is why I stayed with the convoy and went into town. I was pleased to arrive at the Incubi town hall. Odd that they don’t have a packhouse, but okay.
Especially when a gorgeous blonde greeted us. “Welcome to Incubi. I’m Zoe Petridis, daughter of our Beta.” She introduced herself before gesturing to the older version of herself, though with a different shade of blue eyes.
“And this is my mother, Beta Isadora Petridis.” I rather like her voice. The accent is hot.
“We will assign you rooms for your stay here with us. Please follow us.” So I, like the rest of us that arrived first, happily followed Zoe and Beta Isadora inside and to our rooms.
I was respectful, trying to not watch the sway of her hips like some of the unmated males. And, of course, Clement showed up and screwed up. My room is regrettably across the hall from him. So I saw the whole thing.
The moment he slapped her ass, I grimaced because she’s a Beta heir. Anyone messing with her is in for a world of hurt. And I was not wrong. Conway even blinked, sitting up when Zoe turned Clement to a statue with a glare.
‘Now that is a gift.’ Conway commented. I have to agree. Of the gifts I’ve seen, this one takes the cake. And has the added bonus that now Clement was silent.
I was well aware when Clement unfroze. Tragically it wasn’t permanent. I was the one that had to go find Collin since Captain Darren seemed occupied with the Incubi Alpha heir. I also got to witness Clement’s next bout of stupidity.
He sexually harassed a Beta heir and insults her and then the Alpha heir in the morning. I winced when I watched Alpha André pin Clement to the wall and threatened him. He seriously is stupid.
I can’t help but wonder if Clement was sent here to die. I don’t know Alpha Logan well enough to make that assumption. But I have to say, if I was in charge, I’d look for a way to dispose of Clement without getting my hands dirty.
The bathroom mirror reflected Evie and me standing side by side, and for a moment, I couldn’t help but marvel at how surreal everything felt. My soft pink lace dress hugged my figure, the delicate floral appliqués shimmering faintly under the warm bathroom light. The fitted bodice gave way to a flowing A-line skirt, and the soft curls of my hair framed my face, half pinned up at Evie’s suggestion. It was rare that I felt this beautiful, but tonight wasn’t just any night—it was Valentine’s Day, and for the first time, I had someone to share it with. Evie adjusted the sweetheart neckline of her lavender mermaid gown, and I turned to watch her. The dress hugged her figure like it was made just for her, the appliquéd beads catching the light with every slight movement. Her brown curls cascaded over her shoulders, soft waves framing her glowing amber eyes. She caught me staring and smirked, her cheeks flushing faintly. “You’re staring again, you know.” “Can you blame me?” I teased, step
It was well into the evening when persistent knocking pulled me from blissful sleep. My body felt heavy, and I blinked in confusion, slowly realizing that Sophie’s bare back lay beneath my hand. Memories of our bond flooded back—her teeth at my neck, the thrill of becoming mates. The knocking came again, sharper this time. As I lifted my head, I noticed Sophie sleeping peacefully, her dark hair splayed around her. I almost ignored the sound to stay curled around her warmth, but my wolf, Noria, grew annoyed. My phone lay dead on the sofa; I had missed any calls. Reluctantly, I slipped from her side, pulling on some clothes and tying my messy hair into a ponytail. I glanced at my reflection—happy but tired. I shut the bedroom door quietly and moved to the front door, where the knocking continued urgently. I peered through the peephole and recognized my parents, Andrew and Roxanne. A wave of unease washed over me. My parents rarely showed up unannounced. Taking a deep breath, I open
Evie placed her hands on either side of my head, trapping me against the door. My heart fluttered, filled with anticipation. Her gaze dropped to my lips, the questions swirling in her mind. Before she could speak, I gripped her sweater and pulled her closer, our torsos bumping together. A soft gasp escaped her, and our restraint snapped. We kissed hungrily, with a fervor that bordered on desperation. All the pent-up longing, the nights I’d lain awake in France, imagining my mate and our first night together, now guided every motion. The taste of her lips intoxicated me, and I sighed against her mouth, letting her slip her arms around my waist. A strangled moan escaped my throat when her fingers skated under my sweater, brushing the warm skin beneath. Between kisses, we shed more layers. First, my sweater, then hers, tossed onto the floor. A flush heated my skin when I realized I was standing here in my bra and pants. Under normal circumstances, I might have felt self-conscious, but E
I stood in the doorway of my apartment, my heart pounding so loudly that I was sure Sophie could hear it. The overhead lamp cast a warm light across the living room, illuminating the scattered evidence of my messy lifestyle—music sheets, guitar cables, and a precariously tilted cello case. She and I had come all this way—quite literally, on her part—and the reality that she was truly here, in my space, felt surreal. Sophie’s breath fanned across my cheek as she leaned in, and the tension in the air crackled with electric anticipation. My pulse raced, every inch of me straining toward her. The fresh scent of her skin—warm and a little sweet—curled around my senses, chasing away the lingering chill from outside. Her gray-blue eyes searched my face, and I realized she was waiting for me to close the final gap between us. I whispered her name, unable to control the tremor in my voice. The corner of her mouth quirked with the slightest hint of a smile, and I felt a surge of daring race th
Standing in my childhood bedroom in Paris, I considered canceling my flight for a Valentine’s Day mate gathering in Silverclaw. My father insisted I wouldn’t meet my mate if I stayed in Les Hurleurs Sanctifiés, the pack I grew up in. At twenty-one, I was well past the age when many wolves find their mates; friends had found theirs by eighteen or nineteen. My mother encouraged me, saying the bond was worth the effort. So, as Valentine’s Day approached, I gave in and booked my flight to Portland, Oregon, the nearest major airport to the Silverclaw Pack in Washington. It all made sense on paper: attend the mate gathering, meet wolves from other packs, and perhaps walk away with the partner fate had promised me since birth. In my heart, though, I was nervous. What if it turned out the same as all the other mate gatherings? What if I left, still feeling that lonely ache in my chest? I pushed away the thought as best I could. The flight was long—from Paris to Amsterdam and then to Portland
Winters in Bloodmoon have always been beautiful, but it’s the kind of beauty best shared with someone else. I had no someone else. I was alone in my tiny apartment, in that awkward in-between place where my wolf demanded companionship I still hadn’t found. I’m eighteen, living on my own for the first time, enrolled at the University of Portland for music…and mateless. It was lonely in ways I couldn’t describe to my friends. At university, my classmates saw a seemingly normal freshman, a girl with a bright smile, wavy brown hair, and a knack for the cello. They didn’t see how my wolf, Noria, prowled inside me, restless and craving that fabled mate bond. It was a Friday night, one I should have spent partying or doing anything with friends. Instead, I planned an evening of tragic solitude. I’d just flopped onto my sofa, halfheartedly scrolling through N*****x. My reflection in the dark TV screen caught my eye first: hair tumbling past my shoulders in loose brown waves, warm-toned skin w
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