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Esteban and I finally make it out of bed around noon and I quickly text my dads that I need a bit more time to recover before I start the drive back to the pack. They immediately text me back saying that they don’t want me on the road too late and that they will send their private jet to pick me up. It’ll be here around 7 so that I have plenty of time to sleep and hydrate. I love my dads so much. They want me home, but they understand what it is to be a young wolf, remembering what they were like themselves. They don’t hold anything that we do against us unless it hurts others, the pack, or could potentially really hurt us. Everything is done with love, understanding, and patience. They love their teachable moments and it has made Jared and I some of the most sought out wolves for helping solve arguments, make compromises, and negotiate deals. It’s something that we’ve inherited that from Papa, who’s Goddess gift is for negotiation. So, Esteban and I decide to spend the day
Jared is fucking insatiable.We’ve already gone at it in his bed—three times. Then the couch. Then against the wall. He tackled me to the floor the second I walked out of the bathroom.Now, finally, we’ve made it to the shower. But judging by the heat in his eyes, I know exactly what’s coming next.His hands are slick with soap as they slide over my chest, circling my nipples. I moan before I can stop myself.“Jar,” I whimper, “I don’t think I can take it again. My ass needs a break.”“Then fuck me,” he groans, his mouth finding my nipple and sucking hard.That is my weakness. Jared figured it out fast—and he hasn’t stopped exploiting it. Biting, flicking, pinching, sucking—doesn’t matter. Anything nipple-related turns me into a horny mess. And yeah, it’s working. Again.I suck in a breath. “I’ve never topped before,” I admit, heat blooming in my cheeks. “What if it’s not good?”He lifts his mouth off me and cups my cheek, staring into my eyes like I’ve hung the moon. “There’s no way y
It’s getting closer to the time that we have to leave and I’m not sure how to handle it. How can you get this attached to someone in less than 24 hours? How can you yearn for someone who knows so little about your actual day to day life, but you feel like they know you better than anyone? How do you leave behind the person that you feel this kind of deep connection with? Because I’m struggling with it. Hard. There have been so many times over the last few hours that I want to say, “Fuck it!” and tell him exactly who I am. To have him come home and stay there with me, build a life with me. Because I can see it so clearly. I can see the happiness that we could give each other. But that isn’t fair. To so many people that isn’t fair. Esteban turns 21 in a few days and still hasn’t found his mate. What if she’s out there, just waiting for him? What if my mate is waiting for me back home? That’s three other people that would be unfairly affected by my choice to selfishly k
I lost JoJo and Chris pretty quick once we hit the dance floor. Fati and I made our way up to the stage and started dancing with two hot-as-hell males who knew how to move. Fati reeled hers in fast—one sultry glance and a bitten bottom lip and that dude was putty. After about five songs, they drifted off to some dark corner to do Goddess-knows-what.The guy I was dancing with? A little handsy. At first, I didn’t mind—hands on my waist, trailing up and down my arms. It actually felt good. He pressed in close, our bodies in sync with the beat. But then his hands slid up around my ribs, stopping just beneath my breasts. He nuzzled my neck, breathing in at my marking spot—and then his mouth was there.“That’s right, baby,” he whispered. “You want me to make you feel good? I’ll make you feel real good.”And damn, did I want to feel something. Saving myself for my mate is getting harder with every day closer to my 21st birthday. I’m ten months out and hornier than I’ve ever been. Just letti
Staring at my face in the mirror, I carefully run the straight-edge razor along my jawline, scraping off the last of the beard that I have there. I’d been growing it out for the past few months and enjoyed the fuller, more rugged look that it gave to my face. Brandon also seemed to enjoy the feeling of the hairs running along his skin whenever I kissed him or…did other things. However, this morning I found two gray hairs in it and it has to go. I wouldn’t normally say that I was vain, but Goddess, I'm only 42 years old. Surely that’s too young to have gray hairs! Devin, who’s here for the ceremony, laughed his ass off about it and has teased me mercilessly about it all day. So it’s coming off before Chris and her friends get here. Of course, we know Fati and JoJo, being extremely close friends with their parents, Gael, Meredith, and Hakeem. And Summer has spent time with us throughout her entire life, Chris and Jared spending time with her and her mother as well. Charlie di
I never thought another scent could enchant me the way Charlie’s did—or the way Zak’s still does. When I had both of them with me, all I ever wanted was to wrap myself in their scents, rub them into my skin, and carry them everywhere I went.When Chris first suggested the second-chance mate ball, I said I’d go. I was even open to the idea of another female mate. Not because Zak isn’t enough—he is. I love that man more than anything except our pups. But the truth is, Zak and I are both all hard lines and carved muscle. It makes for a lot of eye candy—and phenomenal sex, especially in the playroom—but sometimes, you miss the feel of softness against you.The feel of tits in your hands. A soft ass beneath your fingers. Silky skin gliding across yours. Even an athletic she-wolf like Charlie still had those soft places that made you want to sink in and stay. And Goddess, I’ve missed watching a belly grow with our pups. Zak and I always dreamed of having more. A whole litter, even.A she-wol
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 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