Hey friends - Welp...They've got their new mate. But they've also got a sh!t ton of guilt about it. How do you think this is going to work out? Leave me some love and let me know what you think. See you soon!
I knew, I just knew the second that I saw Zak, Brandon, and Kayla react to each other exactly what was going to happen. Brian and Charlie had told us. They had given Arya and I letters just for this occasion. We’ve got to calm them down and let them know that it’s ok for them to move on. That they have their first mates’ blessings and that Brian and Charlie are ok and happy where they are. I quickly mindlink Alexander. I need you to get the letters from Summer’s dad and Auntie Charlie from our suitcases. We have them in the front flap of the big one your mother insists on bringing. Pop, I’m a little busy at the moment. Alexander mindlinks me back and he sounds a bit out of breath. I quickly give him the images of what is happening right now in the packhouse foyer. Shit, I’ll be right there. Alexander cuts the link. I turn to Arya. “Let’s go.” She nods and the two of us head towards our friends. After we had met Brian in Selene’s realm, the two of us made it a poi
When Brandon and I finally look up from holding each other, tears are still running down both of our faces. Devin offers us the letter, and I take it with trembling hands.Charlie’s words—saying she died for our happiness—hit like a punch to the soul. She knew Summer would be vital to Chris and Jared. And it’s not hard to guess what Summer will be to Jared. His mate. At least one of them, if he has more. But knowing she also led us to Kayla… that she knew Kayla was our second-chance mate, and still chose to die?Our mate was one of a kind. She put our happiness, our children’s happiness, above her own.And then there’s what she said about Kayla and Summer being needed for what’s coming. That part makes my gut twist. What threat could be looming that even Charlie—with her battle strategy, her fighting skills, her damn forcefield—wouldn’t be able to face?What kind of storm is headed our way?But that worry fades as my eyes land on Kayla—still ten feet away, tears glistening on her cheek
I had never really given much thought to having a second-chance mate. Brian had been my world. He was everything to me for the years that we were together. I didn’t want another mate. But the second that I opened the car door and smelled the co-mingling of leather and clove along with maple and moss, my wolf sat up at attention inside my head. And the two of them are so fucking sexy. I’ve always thought that when we FaceTimed each other, but seeing them in person is something else all together. Both males are well muscled, tall, and extremely tan from being outside often. Zak has short brown hair, dark chocolate brown eyes, and a clean-shaven face. Brandon has the bluest cerulean eyes that I have ever seen, close-cropped, blonde hair, and is also clean-shaven. They’re like the light and dark versions of every woman’s sex fantasy and they are all mine. Now they are standing in front of me, completely naked and aroused. They both have giant cocks, befitting an alpha and be
Goddess, she’s perfect. So beautiful and fucking responsive to everything we do. The smell of her arousal, the slick heat of her pussy, the softness of her body against ours—it’s like fucking heaven.Zak and I both have our matebonds wide open, and I know he’s reveling in the same electric, all-consuming sensation. I want her lips on my cock so bad—those pouty, wet lips stretched around my shaft. Zak can take her pussy first if I get her mouth.Fuck, I’m not gonna last long. It’s going to feel too damn good, and I don’t care. I’ll make it up to her with the sheer number of orgasms we give her. Both of us will.Kayla’s submission, the way she already seems to want to please us, turns me on in a way I never expected. Charlie had been a brat—punishing her had been fun. But this? This soft, eager devotion is driving me wild.Zak, still buried between her thighs, looks up at me with a knowing smirk and nods. He gives her clit one last flick with his tongue, making her scream again, then pul
I’m in the air on my laptop when I get a call from Summer. “Hey love! What’s going on? Did you all get there ok? How’s Mama Kayla?” I ask the second I pull up the FaceTime call. I work on mirroring the call onto the big screen TV that my dads insisted that the jet needed, along with all the other techie bells and whistles. “OMG, Chris! You have missed everything! I hope to hell that you are sitting down, because I have sooooo much tea to spill!” Summer squeals. “Wait! Don’t start without us!” Fati squeals as she and JoJo walk into the room where Summer is. “I can’t start yet anyway. I have to get Jared on the call, too,” Summer says, excitedly tapping at her phone. “Mirror it to that big ass TV. I wanna see their faces when we tell them!” Fati demands, giddy with whatever news she has. “You enjoy people’s pain way too much,” JoJo mutters to her sister. “It’s not pain. They won’t be in pain. Just deeply, deeply uncomfortable. Maybe a little disgusted. And a wh
Shit.I’d left Rowen asleep in my bed when I picked up the call from Summer. Honestly, she’s the only one who could’ve pulled me away from Rowen right now. Where Rowen has always been the male I’ve wanted, Summer’s always been the she-wolf for me.At first, I thought it was just a sibling-type thing. She felt like a second sister—I was protective of her, especially growing up. No one dared tease her about her flame-red hair when I was around. She and I talked almost as much as she and Chris did when we were pups. The three of us—plus Rowen, Alexander, and Jacob—were inseparable anytime they visited Artemis.That is… until Summer hit puberty.Yeah. Puberty hits wolves like a damn freight train. We go from awkward limbs to fully grown sex gods in about three weeks flat. And when Summer transformed, fuck. I thank the Goddess every day that I had six months’ experience reining in my wolf—because the way her red hair gleamed in sunlight, her skin turned flawless, and her curves… Goddess. If
Ok, I’ve known I was gay for like, ever. And as I’ve said, I’ve always had feelings for Jared. Always will. The male is my first crush, first love, first wet dream. But I’ve also known that this would also mean that I would have a female mate. That’s just the way it is for those with alpha and beta blood. If we’re attracted to someone of the same sex, we are bisexual. I’ve seen those without leadership blood that are truly homosexual or completely straight and they only have one mate. But they also don’t need to carry on a bloodline. I think it’s something genetic that Selene put in us when she created us as part of a trio, I guess. Either way, I have very much always loved being with females. Whereas male werewolves are all dominance, hard muscle, and aggression, she-wolves have softness in their bodies. A tenderness in their touch, even when they are more dominant. And an allure that males can’t match. Both genders are equally amazing, but very, very different. And no
As soon as Jared stood from the floor, Rowen led me straight to Jared’s bedroom. I haven’t been here since I was sixteen. It looks different—but oddly the same. Like, he’s definitely redecorated, but the color palette’s familiar, and a few pieces of furniture are still the same. That’s so Jared—a perfect blend of tradition and change.Not that I have much time to take in the décor.The second we’re inside, Rowen picks me up like I weigh nothing and lays me on the bed. Sweet Goddess above, I never thought I’d be with one of them—let alone both. At the same time. For my first time. This is already better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.And their bodies? Fucking insane.Jared’s grown into his lanky frame—he’s always been tall, but now he’s got Brandon’s height and his mother’s Mediterranean coloring. Gray eyes, olive-toned skin, and that deep, dark almost-black hair. His features are all sharp lines and shadows, with stubble along his jaw that adds the perfect amount of roughness when he
I have no idea where we are or how long we’ve been here. Loviatar, the scary ass bitch, has us tucked away in between words. We can interact with objects in the real world, but are more wraiths than anything. It has the benefit of not being hungry, tired, or thirsty, but it’s a rather lonely existence. The only time since Loviatar has ‘saved’ us that we’ve had interaction from the outside world is when Nyx contacted me through the coin. Her words still haunt me. “I was the one that set up the ambush on the witches in the fae realm. I was the one that killed all the witches that you left behind.” “We’re coming for you.” “I’ll be the one that finally puts you down.”I have no idea where I went wrong with her. I treated her the exact way that my mother treated me and her mother treated her. It inspired unending devotion and a need to please in both me and my mother. I had no idea how much Nyx hated me. She always showed such deference. Like she revered me, as she should.
I’ve been hanging out with some of the acolytes from the Crone, Maiden, and Mother covens since we came Arcadia. It’s been great to be around all of these witches again. I’ve missed the sisterhood that comes with it. Many of the witches were weary about interacting with me. But after calls from Nora, Citra, and Bella, they relaxed. With their leaders believing me, they were willing to give me a chance. Though my powers are far and above the acolytes, they are the closest to my age and I’d rather find some friends than a magical peer. Not that’d I would have find one anyway. When I told Kayla that my powers are far above behind and beyond any other witch’s, I was telling the truth. The unfortunate part is that I don’t have a lot of the same experiences as they do. Being stuck in underground tunnels with old hags my whole life and very little interaction with the outside world, I don’t have a lot in common with them. My accent and the fact that I’m still seen as a Riding H
“So, what are we thinking?” Roman asks the second his ass hits the chair.“About what, Roman? We’ve got a whole damn list of crises to choose from,” Zak replies, amused.“Geez, man. Can we at least all sit down first? I haven’t even had coffee yet,” Erick grumbles. He and Roman act like brothers, which means constant shit-talking. “No idea how Justine puts up with your impatience. I’d have you bound and gagged every morning until I finished my espresso.”Roman waggles his eyebrows. “Who says she doesn’t?”Justine strolls by and smacks him on the back of the head. “What did I say about sharing bedroom secrets, dumbass?”Erick groans. “TMI, man. So much TMI.”I laugh, despite myself. They remind me of how it used to be with Charlie, Zak, Brandon, and me. Zak, Brandon, and I still have it, but Charlie’s absence is always there. Even though I see her once a month, I still miss her every damn day.The room is slowly filling with alphas, lunas, lunes, and the Elite. We pushed the meeting to
Alexander and Jared ask to speak with me in the Alpha suite after the ceremony. I wait until the party winds down and let Mémé Clara take Lily up to our rooms. Esteban and I ride the elevator to the fifth floor of the packhouse.“Why do you think they want to talk to you?” Esteban asks, though I know he already suspects the answer.“There’s only one reason they’d call me the night they discover they’re mates,” I reply, dry as dust.“The same reason Jacob didn’t take his role as lune tonight?” His face mirrors the anxiety I’ve been trying not to drown in. This conversation won’t be easy.I nod. “JoJo.”Jacob greets us at the door, already changed out of his formal wear. I hug him.“Hey, cuz. How’re you holding up?”He hugs me back, strong but sad. “Reaping the consequences of my rash decisions,” he says quietly.He hugs Esteban too.“Hey, Jacob. Congrats on finding your mate,” Esteban says, doing the classic male hug with a back pat.Jacob offers a weak smile before Alexander walks in f
I stand in front of a large group of wolves, fresh matemarks still stinging on my neck. It’s a stark contrast to my twin, who stands beside me with a bittersweet air—his excitement undercut by a sharp edge of sadness. I feel for Alexander and Jacob. They’re my brothers. I love them. And seeing them hurting like this? It guts me.But for now, I can’t fix it.For now, I have to stand here. I have to make it through this ceremony, and then through mating time. After that? I’ll help them. I’ll help them reach out to their mate. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll help them deal with the rejection—no matter how ugly it gets.“Brothers and sisters!” Declan’s voice booms across the room, pulling my attention back to the ceremony. “We are here today to welcome another alpha and beta into the Moon Goddess Pack!”The hall erupts—cheers, foot-stomping, wolf whistles, fists pounding tables.Declan lifts his hands, and the crowd falls quiet again. “When our Goddess created wolves in the image of her son
All of us fall forward, bodies in tangles in the sheets. But the rest doesn’t last long. Because Rowen’s wolf is the one that is always closest to the surface, he tends to incite Summer and my wolves into even more of a frenzy, especially when we are in bed. And now? When we still have one more mate to mark? They are rubbing themselves around in our minds, urging us to complete the bond. They want their final mate marked and mated. And I, for one, am very happy to oblige. I manuver in the bed so that I’m behind Rowen. I pull on his hips until he’s on his knees. “Mmmm, what are you doing back there, Jare?” he asks, his voice full of desire. “Fucking my mate,” I growl out, slamming into his hole, bottoming out in one thrust. “Holy shit!” he nearly screams, pain and pleasure mixed. I know that his wolf loves the savageness with which I’m taking him. And I know that Rowen himself loves it when we dominate him. It doesn’t happen often, because he’s just so damn good at it.
Rowen has to carry me to the bedroom. I’m not kidding you when I say that the orgasm I just had was the most intense in my entire life. It was like pleasure not only took over my pussy, but infused through every fiber, every neuron, every cell of my body. I’m pretty sure that I blacked out. My wolf was so satisfied, I think she actually purred like a goddess-damned cat! But the satisfaction didn’t last long. I have two mates to mark. Jared has a bottle of lube in his hand, crawling towards us on his knees across the bed. Rowen sets me down and I immediately start crawling over to Jared. “Lay down,” I tell both of them. They are both going to be getting fucked tonight. Might as well make sure they are both loosened, lubed, and ready. Because the way that my arousal is still flowing down my thighs, I’m not going to need it. When they are in position, I pour lube on both of their holes. “Closer together,” I tell them. “I want to suck on both of your cocks while I finger y
We stayed with Dad throughout the night, laughing about old times, talking about the responsibilities that will come with our new positions, and discussing the matebond. I can’t wait to get back and wake up to find my mates. The fact that I already know exactly who they are—that they’re the ones I’ve wanted my entire life—takes away all the anxiety I’d been carrying up to my birthday. Now, I’m just filled with excitement and impatience.“Am I allowed to tell Summer?” I ask Dad as we’re getting ready to leave.“Yes,” he replies, grinning wide. “You can even mark her if you want. She’ll feel the sparks.” His face suddenly shifts to a worried expression. “Selene was supposed to be here to tell you that. She swore me to secrecy a long time ago—hell, before Jared’s birthday. She said she arranged it this way because the three of you are Elite warriors and will be needed in the war to come. She wants you at your strongest. But she isn’t here, and we can’t find any sign of her or Hecate.”Tha
I had a feeling I’d see my boys tonight—the night before they were born. Their 21st birthday. It’s wild to think that the babes I once held in my arms—the pups I watched grow both here and on Earth—are about to become fully fledged wolves.I’m so damn proud of the males they’ve become. Strong. Brave. Kind. Loving. And above all else—happy. I love them so deeply it sometimes feels like my chest could crack open just from the weight of it. I’m the proudest papa wolf in the damn universe.Right now, though? Alexander’s been dealt a shit hand. A really shit hand. And I feel awful for him. Jacob screwed the pooch hard on that one.I still don’t get it. I wanted my mates more than anything. The only reason I ever considered rejecting Arya was to save her pain, not mine. But I always wanted them.I know who all our pups are mated to—Rowen, Alexander, Jacob. And yeah, I know who Zak and Brandon’s pups are matched with, too (including Nyx). And tonight, I plan to ease at least one of my kids’ b