MasukI'm glad Alex gave Holly and Isis the privacy to talk. Now the Ironfur calvary is arriving and tensions are high as shit is about to go down.
I woke slowly, already aware I’d slept longer than I usually did. Not because I hadn’t heard the morning start, I had. The barn doors, the soft shift of movement across the property, the familiar rhythm of chores getting done before the sun fully came up. The mate bond made sure of that. It had hummed quietly at the edge of my awareness, letting me know Alex was out there, moving from task to task like he always did. And for once… I let it. I’d handled the evening before. The animals were settled, the farm was quiet, and today was Mother’s Day. If there was ever a morning to not drag myself out of bed before dawn, this was it. So I stayed where I was, tucked beneath the covers, letting the quiet linger a little longer than usual. I didn’t expect anything. Not really. Maybe something small from Samuel. A card, something he’d made. That was how it always went. Simple. Meaningful. Enough. The sound of footsteps in the hallway pulled me from that thought, steady and careful, fo
I didn’t need to be in the same room to know something was going on. The house wasn’t that big, and sound carried easily enough, but it wasn’t even about that. It was the rhythm. The way things moved when both boys were home. Normally, it settled into something predictable pretty quickly. Samuel would disappear into his room, quiet as ever, and Tristan would bounce around for a bit before finding something to do or dragging me into whatever idea he had that day. Today? Yeah, that wasn’t it. I stood at the stove, stirring something that probably didn’t need as much attention as I was giving it, listening without looking like I was listening. Tristan had been loud the second we walked in. Not talking loud, just… moving. Pacing, stopping, starting again. The kind of restlessness that came from being stuck in your own head. Samuel had gone quiet even faster than usual. That told me everything I needed to know. I set the spoon down for a second, glancing toward the hallway lik
I didn’t go to the living room when we got home. I didn’t need to. Tristan had already taken over that space with his pacing, and I could hear it before I even made it halfway down the hall, footsteps back and forth, uneven, faster than usual. He was trying to think his way through something, and it wasn’t working. I kept walking. My room still didn’t feel like mine in the same way Treetop cottage had. That place had been quiet in a different way, softer. Just me and Mom, the lake just beyond the trees, everything slower, simpler. Here, Boland Farm had its own kind of quiet, bigger, more open, like it held more than just the two of us. It wasn’t bad. Just… different. I shut my door most of the way behind me and set my bag on the desk, already reaching for the small box I’d tucked in the back corner earlier that week. I’d gotten everything ready ahead of time. I always did. Mother’s Day wasn’t something I had to think about. It just… was. I pulled out the strip of leather first,
I hadn’t really been paying attention when Mrs. Riley started talking about the assignment. It was just another Friday, just another class, and I was halfway focused on the paper in front of me while Andrew tried to quietly poke Ashley with a pencil like he thought no one would notice. “Alright, class,” Mrs. Riley called out, her voice bright but firm as she clapped her hands once. “With Mother’s Day coming up, we’re going to be working on something special.” That got everyone’s attention. Well. Almost everyone. I leaned back in my chair a little, glancing over at Rosie as she immediately sat up straighter, already looking like she had ideas. Of course she did. Rosie always had ideas. “Is it like last year?” Farah asked, raising her hand halfway before just blurting it out anyway. Mrs. Riley smiled at her. “Similar, but I want you all to make it more personal this time. Think about what your mom means to you. Not just a card, but something that shows you really thought about
Before we jump back into the Bloodmoon world, I wanted to take a moment to wish all the amazing moms, stepmoms, bonus moms, grandmothers, and mother figures out there a very Happy Mother’s Day 💙 A Mama’s Heart is a special bonus story following Holly, Alex, Samuel, and Tristan during their first Mother’s Day together since Holly and Alex mated. While Holly has celebrated Mother’s Day with Samuel for years, this year is different in all the best ways. For Samuel, it’s the first time sharing his mom with someone else. For Tristan, it’s the first time having a mom to celebrate at all. And for Alex… it’s watching the woman he’s loved for years become exactly what his son never knew he was missing. This story is soft, emotional, a little funny, and deeply centered around family, growth, and the quiet ways love makes room for more people than we ever thought possible. As always, thank you for loving these characters as much as I do. I hope this little glimpse into their happily ever afte
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
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