Samuel you are wise beyond your years little wolf. Now if only his mom would take his words to heart and let Alex in.
To all my incredible readers, Thank you for being part of this journey. From the moment Alpha Logan was written to the final chapters of Her Second Chance Mate, it has been an unforgettable ride. This 12-novel, 9-short-story series has taken us across the world, showing that love and family come in many forms. No matter race, gender, or sexuality, everyone deserves love, a place to belong, and the freedom to define what family means to them. Writing the Bloodmoon and Incubi series has been a labor of love over the past four years. Somehow, it feels both longer and shorter since I first started. These characters, their struggles, their victories, and their love stories have become a part of me—and I hope they’ve become a part of you too. While this generation of stories has reached its conclusion, my writing journey is far from over. A next generation lingers in the back of my mind, waiting for the right time to take shape. But for now, I’m stepping away from the supernatural a
I took a deep breath and tried to remebrr whag i had written down. “Holly… if you’d told me years ago that every twist, every wrong turn, every moment I thought was leading me nowhere was leading me straight to you—I don’t think I would’ve believed it.” A soft smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. “But standing here now, looking at you, I know that every detour, every heartbreak, and struggle brought me here. To you. To us. And I wouldn’t change a single step of that journey because every single one led me home.” I swallowed hard, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. “I love you not just in the big, obvious ways but in all the small ones. In the way, you stand strong even when you’re exhausted. In the way, you let the boys win just enough times to keep their confidence up but still remind them who the boss is. In the way you look at me like I’m worth something more than I ever believed I could be.” My voice wavered slightly, but I kept going. “I promise to walk beside you wherever
I woke before dawn, the soft glow of morning stretching across the horizon outside my window. The air smelled of fresh-cut grass and damp earth, grounding me as I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face. Today was the day. Today, my last boyhood fantasy about Holly was coming true. ‘You nervous?’ Leo’s voice slipped into my mind, steady as ever. Three years later I was still getting used to him. Having a wolf spirit tethered to me when I wasn’t born a werewolf was an adjustment, to say the least. Gifted to me by Nigel the night Holly and I marked each other, Leo wasn’t just some supernatural extension of myself—he was a reminder of everything that had come before—a reminder of the man Holly had loved first and the one she had chosen now. ‘I'm not nervous,’ I answered silently. ‘I'm just… letting it all sink in.’ Leo let out a low huff. ‘You’re lying to yourself. You want this more than you’ll admit.’ I exhaled, rubbing the back of my neck. Leo wasn’t wrong. To the supernatural world
Alex’s hand found mine as the noise of greetings faded into the background. His warm, calloused fingers provided reassurance amid the chaos. I turned to him, noticing his softened expression contrasting with the bustle. Rather than being overwhelmed, he radiated a quiet contentment that comforted me. At that moment, it felt just like the two of us, surrounded by the noise yet wrapped in our own calm. “Come with me,” he murmured, voice low enough that only I could hear. I didn’t question it, feeling a mix of anticipation and reassurance. With a final glance at our boys—Samuel expertly engaging with his Folsom cousins while Tristan animatedly introduced the D’Amore quadruplets—I could sense that new friendships were about to blossom. The excitement in the air was palpable, and I did not doubt that their spirited energy would lead to endless plotting on how to push their limits tonight. With a quiet sigh, I allowed Alex to lead me away from the bustling crowd, trusting that our boys wer
Two years. It didn’t seem possible that so much time had passed, yet here I was, standing beneath the glow of the arena lights, watching as Alex’s dream unfolded before me. Whitland Rodeo was no longer just a hope, a distant goal we whispered about late at night when exhaustion threatened to steal our resolve. It was real—alive, bustling with excited voices, the scent of fresh hay and leather thick in the air, and the rhythmic hum of country music blending with the distant sound of hooves against packed dirt. I squeezed Alex’s hand, feeling the rough callouses that had formed from endless days of labor. “You did it.” My voice was quiet, meant for only him, but the way his fingers tightened around mine told me he heard every ounce of emotion in those three simple words. He let out a long breath, which I knew had been held for too long. “We did it, Wildflower.” His eyes swept over the scene before us—the grandstands filled with people, the livestock pens lined neatly, the banners pro
I… I have a wolf. I, Alexander Michael Whitland, the HUMAN among werewolves, have a WOLF! My mind was blown at the thought of being anyone’s mate, let alone Holly’s second chance, and now this. Everything about last night still feels surreal, from the marking, seeing Nigel, to him giving me Leo because the Goddess lost a BET, and shifting for the first time. My brain is still overloaded. ‘You’re the excitable sort still, I see.’ Leo commented as Holly and I returned to the farm after packing camp. ‘Oh, come on, dude. You barely knew me before you died. I’ve totally grown up since then. You’re in my head; you have access to my memories. You should know I’m not the same boy that had a crush on your mate,’ I huffed. ‘Uh-huh. I don’t know how much has changed from what I’ve absorbed from your memories. You dipped your dick in crazy and lucked out to get a good kid out of the deal.' He snorted. 'I’ll give you credit, though. You’ve put in the work to train hard and to raise your boy. Yo