‘My nose itches. I want to itch it so badly.’ A deep voice grumbled in my head. It sounded like they were far away or something.
‘You’ll wake her up.’ An equally deep voice answered.I twitched my nose, trying to place the voices. Neither belonged to Gioia. Was someone in the room? No, they didn’t sound like André or Darren, and if Valter had the nerve to come into the gist suit at the villa after last night, I’d stone him.Last night!As it all clicked, I heard Gioia laugh, and then a masculine laugh joined her. I didn’t go back to André’s villa last night. I went upstairs to the alpha suite with Ivan. The memory of last night hit me in vivid detail. I remembered stripping in the sitting room, him carrying me to the bed, coming twice on his fingers, sucking his dick, riding that monster dick… my pussy pulsed at that memory, and marking each other.I opened my eyes and realized I wasn’t on the mattress. I vaguely remember falling asleep and snuggling against Ivan. So how did I end up on him? I know I’m a bed hog, but that doesn’t explain how I went from lying next to him to being on top of him.‘Please move. Your hair is tickling my nose.’ Ivan’s voice entered my mind.I blinked and sat up suddenly. Gioia laughed as Ivan itched his nose once I was out of the way. She laughed even more when my half-awake self realized I was straddling him and something was poking my ass.‘Two guess what that is, but you’ll only need one.’ Gioia snickered.“Sorry. I wasn’t trying to wake you.” Ivan apologized as he stopped itching his nose, his meaty hand absently moved to rest on my thigh.‘You were bound to wake her up one way or the other. Either because you couldn’t resist itching your nose or wanting to wipe the drool off your chest. I hoped she’d notice your growing problem and offer to help you.’ His wolf, Cain, snorted.I blinked, embarrassed, as I wiped my mouth and looked at Ivan’s chest. He’s right. I drooled on him in my sleep. I not only somehow ended up on top of him, but I drooled on him. I want to die of embarrassment, and I’ve only been awake for a few minutes.‘Cain, do us all a favor and shut up.’ Ivan grumbled.‘You’re making her embarrassed, dumbass.’ He sighed.“Ignore Cain.” He sighed.“I’ll get a tissue or something to wipe that up.” I offered.I had hoped to extradite myself from this embarrassing first morning as a mated couple. But it’s like I can’t escape it. When I tried to move my ass back up into his cock. I yelped as the tip pressed on my ass, and I don’t know if I liked it or was freaked out by it. Either way, the idea of something that big back there was enough to make my ass clench in a ‘NO.’“Ignore that too.” Ivan blushed.“I am so sorry.” I covered my face with both hands.This is not how I pictured my first morning as a mated female going. I’d imagined something cuter, sweeter, basically anything but this debacle of embarrassment.“You don’t need to apologize,” Ivan assured me as he brought my hands down.“We are both embarrassed.” He assured me. “And we can blame Cain.” He added his lips, twitching into a faint smile.‘How is any of this my fault?’ Cain questioned.‘I didn’t roll in our sleep bringing her with us. It wasn’t my nose that was itchy. Who cared that she was drooling? It’s cute. And I have zero control over your dick unless I’m in control. And morning wood is called that for a reason.’ Cain huffed.‘It isn’t your fault, Cain. Humans are just like that. Regina usually lays herself across the whole bed and always drools.’ Gioia assured him.‘Gioia, do me a favor and shut up.’ I grumbled.As I carefully moved off Ivan’s chest, I plopped not so gracefully on the bed, making pieces of the squished purple rose petals float into the air. I sighed and shook my head. How much more can I embarrass myself this morning?“This is not how I pictured our first day together starting.” I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose.“Maybe not, but we won’t forget it. And maybe we will laugh like our wolves.” Ivan calmly shrugged as he sat up.“Maybe.” I sighed. “I am sorry I drooled on you. Gioia was messing around. I don’t usually drool.”‘Sure, she doesn’t.’ Gioia rolled her eyes. ‘Maybe not always, just when she’s been exhausted.’ She finally conceded.“Did you want to use the bathroom first?” Ivan distracted me with a change of subject.“Oh, um, you can go first.” I nodded to what I thought was the door to the bathroom.“Okay, thanks.” Ivan nodded.He paused before getting out of bed as if he had forgotten something. I arched my brow at his hesitation and was pleasantly surprised when he turned back and kissed me. Sure, it was a quick kiss, but he did kiss me before getting out of bed. I smiled at the small gesture as I watched him walk naked to a different door, ducking under the doorframe.I fell back on the bed with a grin, grabbing the pillow to muffle my squeal. I know it’s probably a little pathetic I squealed over a morning kiss. But this is Ivan. Last night he had a list of reasons we shouldn’t be together. So, I will take him, thinking he should kiss me before leaving the bed as a win. That while the sex and the marking could maybe have been written off as the pull of the bond and lust. But he made the conscious choice to kiss me.‘Feel how happy something as little as kissing her made our mate?’ I heard Cain’s commentary.‘We aren’t not having a conversation while I’m in the bathroom.’ Ivan grumbled.‘How about when we can hear you?’ Gioia chuckled, reminding them of our newfound connection.‘Leave them alone, Gioia.’ I sighed as I climbed out of the bed.The bathroom door opened as I ventured to the sitting room for my dress. I quickly turned to see Ivan in all his naked glory. The morning wood was gone, so, obviously, he was flaccid, but he was still bigger than most I’ve seen. Now he was facing me, and I couldn’t help it as my eyes drifted lower. Watching him go into the bathroom gave me quite an enjoyable sight.‘If you keep looking, it won’t stay flaccid long.’ Cain taunted.‘Shut up, Cain.’ Ivan scolded as he grabbed his underwear from the floor.“Is your wolf always like that?” I asked, resisting the urge to hide myself.I kept reminding myself that this was my mate. I didn’t need to hide my nudity from him. Not like I had much I could cover up with anyways. I only had the thong and my gown. The thong was ruined last night, and I still needed to get my dress from the sitting room.“Only with you.” Ivan shrugged while putting on his slacks.Now I started to feel awkward standing her naked. Why did he have to get dressed so quickly? Probably because he didn’t get naked until we were in the bedroom.“Oh. I guess that’s a good thing. I’m going to put my dress on.” I pointed over my shoulder to the sitting room.“Go use the bathroom. I’ll get the door.” Ivan pointed to the bathroom.I furrowed my brow. Get the door? What was he talking about? I jumped when I heard a heavy knock. He knew someone was coming? How did I not sense someone? Probably because it’s someone from Madonie, and they probably warned him they were coming. That’s probably why he was in a hurry to get dressed.“Okay.” I nodded and hurried into the bathroom.I pressed my ear to the door and listened. I heard Ivan’s heavy footsteps and the door opening. Then there was a familiar laugh. I groaned as I knew who was at the door… André.“Gooood morning, new cousin.” André cheerfully greeted Ivan. “The Petridis mark looks good on you.”Our mark! I hadn’t even noticed. I was a bit occupied with being embarrassed. I went to the vanity, looked in the mirror, and smiled as I touched the familiar phoenix mark on my neck. I guess Beta blood meant we got my family’s mark. I hope he doesn’t mind that it’s not the Furlan mark. Amelia and Stephen have the mark mixed with Stephen’s family cherry blossom.“Alpha,” Ivan grunted.“Where is my cousin? Don’t tell me you wore her out so much she’s STILL in bed.” André asked, laughing. “Actually, do tell me that. I want to know that you showed my baby cousin a good time.”“Regina is in the bathroom,” Ivan answered.“Well, don’t let me keep you from shower sex. While I don’t know if the shower here is big enough for you, there is a shower seat that should nullify the height difference.” My cousin laughed.“Fine, don’t tell me about your sexcapades. I’ll have to get the deets from her later.” André sighed after Ivan remained silent too long.“I wanted to bring her a change of clothes. Amelia sent you some of your clothes too. We wouldn’t want you to leave in your party clothes like some walk of shame. Because there’s no shame in mating.” He said.“Thank you, Alpha,” Ivan said.“You don’t have to call me Alpha anymore. You’re a future Incubi Beta and family now.” André sighed. “You’ll have to work on loosening up. In this family, we keep it casual. Including the subject of sex. Speaking of sex.”I could feel Ivan getting uncomfortable and anxious for André to leave. I sighed, grabbed a robe, and came out, hoping to try and ease Ivan’s emotions and get my cousin out the door.“There she is.” André teased. “I love the wild night, just rolled out of bed hair.”“André, thank you for bringing us clothes. But you should go so we can get dressed.” I suggested.“I will. I just wanted to make sure everything went okay last night. It was a little short notice when I told Nicolao to prepare the room for a romantic night.” He smiled.“I hope you didn’t mind that I took liberties to pick purple roses for their symbolism of love at first sight. Did you find the lube and box of magnum condoms? Did they fit? No reactions to the lube? Not everyone likes the warming sensation of that brand but trust me, it’s better than cold lube.” André rambled while Ivan and I shared the same concerned look.“What condoms?” Ivan stupidly asked.I say stupidly because you NEVER admit something like that to André. I grimaced and covered my face. André had to lean on the couch because he was laughing so hard.“Oh…oh, this is priceless.” He held his hand up as he tried to stop laughing.“You didn’t find them. Oh, the pitfalls of hetero mating.” He shook his head, turning slightly red from his laughter.“I look forward to meeting my new baby cousin. Zio Damon and Zia Izzy will be thrilled to welcome their first grandbaby from their baby.” André waved a hand, still laughing as he left the suite.I could live to be a hundred, and I shall never live down the embarrassment of this morning. André will NEVER let us forget that he gave us condoms, and we never found them.My hand quickly went to my abdomen as a serious realization hit me. We didn’t use protection. I never got on birth control.I didn’t think I needed to since I was saving myself for my mate and knew I’d want a family. I looked up at Ivan, and he looked at my hand over my stomach. I knew he had the same thought. What are the odds he got me pregnant our first time?Haha, what an adorably awkward first morning. And, of course, André steals the show.
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
Dear Readers, Love has a way of surprising us—especially when fate steps in. Thread of Destiny is a story about friendship, longing, and the magic of fated mates. It’s a sapphic paranormal romance that blends the thrill of unexpected love with the warmth of a second-chance connection. If you’ve been following my stories, you may already be familiar with Evie and Sophie. Evie Rock is the younger sister of Rohan Rock, whose love story with Shikoba Thorn unfolded in Cult of Love (featured in The Genius Delta). Sophie Blanchett was first introduced as the French nanny caring for Rohan and Shikoba’s twin daughters. Their paths crossed in the past, but they were just side characters in someone else’s love story. Now, it’s their turn. Evie also made a small cameo in Her Second Chance Mate, and some of you may remember last year’s Valentine’s novella, A Moonlight Valentine, where love took center stage. This year, fate is weaving a new thread, one that connects two hearts who never expected
Dear Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read this Anthology. I hope you have enjoyed all the stories it contained. With the conclusion of The Hybrid’s Vampire, we have come to the official end of this Anthology. I will take the rest of November off to work on a project. You can follow me on social media to stay current on what I'm working on. I will return to Goodnovel in December with Her Second Chance Mate, Alex Whitland and Holly Boland's story. Bring tissues! See you son and thanks for all your support! Bryant
As we entered the hall, I locked eyes with the various members of our family, and my vampire bandmates posted up around the room. Someone I knew was truly loyal to us was watching all the exits, which made me feel safer. The elders and their sons were already waiting on the stage. Christian, Elton, and Otto spotted us and hurried over with concerned expressions. “What’s wrong?” I asked, skipping any small talk. “Something feels… off,” Christian whispered, beckoning us to an alcove away from others. “Define off,” Sage said. “Beyond that, your families and the vampires are on high alert and watching all the exits?” Otto folded his arms. “They were weird all day. What’s up with that?” Elton asked. “Back to what’s off.” I nodded my chin to Christian. “Our dads and grandads. They... I can’t place it, but they’ve been acting weird the closer we’ve gotten to the ceremony.” Christian whispered. “Spit it out, kid.” I hissed. “Auðr.” Sage elbowed me. “I’m gonna need you to elaborate.