Oh the poetry of Nathan and Nyx being mated... Two chapters left in this book.
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
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 know Pops, but I had one last exam to do and Summer really wants to go out with the girls tonight.” I’m on the phone with my parents. Both Papa and Dad are upset that Jared is home, but I’m not. Honestly, I don’t think that it has anything to do with the fact that our 21st birthday is in two days and we’ll be taking over the pack, me as the alpha and my twin brother as the beta. I should probably back up. I’m Christine Loup, alpha heir of the Artemis area of the Moon Goddess pack. Call me Chris. I am the first born child of Alpha Zak Loup, Luna Charlie Loup, and Beta Brandon Snow. My twin brother, Jared, is the beta heir to the same area. Our mother died when we were babies while saving my best friend, Summer Thorne, from a group of witches called the Riding Hoods. Dad, aka Brandon, and Papa, aka Zak, have been in charge of the Artemis area since the inception of the Moon Goddess pack. It’s been 20 years since then. Dad and Papa have kept Mom’s memory alive and we oc
“Come on in!” I call from the dining room when I hear a knock on the door. I hear the door open followed by my best friends, Jai Vlk and Rowen, Alexander, and Jacob Vegter, arguing with each other. “No way, man. I bet that one of you trio kids are going to be Chris’s mate. There’s no way that it won’t happen. Same with Jared. There’s too much mystical mumbo jumbo mixed up with you guys. The Moon Goddess isn’t going to let any of you get out of this,” Jacob says. Though Jacob carries my Aunt Arya and Uncle Dev’s last name, he isn’t their biological child. His actual parents both died in the war between the wolves: his father, Isaac, as a spy, and his mother, Lacey, in childbirth. Aunt Arya and Uncle Dev took him in because Isaac had meant so much to Aunt Arya. They had been in the same pack before their leader, Matthias, turned into a giant asshat and started the war with my parents because of them being gay. I mean, honestly, didn’t he have anything better to do than to
Jared and I have been living in our capital city, Arcadia, named after the city where Selene’s werewolf son, Lycaon, settled. The first of us. We named our city in honor of our forefather. It’s where we have our governmental seat and the academy where we train with the witches to learn how to be warriors and to wield our Goddess gifts. From the ages of 18 until we find our mate, we spend almost all of our time at the academy learning how to be the wolves the Goddess meant for us to be. And, because there are so many unmated wolves here, the nightlife is popping. It was modeled after Paris, Rome, New York, and Berlin. Our parents, because this was all constructed by them, understood how much unmated wolves needed to blow off steam, especially after all of the studying and training we do. So they made sure to give us something to help with that. Clubs of every kind: BDSM, dance, strip, comedy, etc. Food from all over the world. Skateparks, basketball courts, pools. You na
Fuck! I can’t believe this is actually happening. I’ve felt some kind of way about Jared since I had figured out that I’m attracted to men. Coming out in our community isn’t really a big deal anymore. It’s something that our parents and many of the other members of our packs being parts of trios have normalized. And, somehow, my parents knew before I did. They said that it was the way that I not only talked about the other boys in my class, but the way that I talked about Jared specifically. Being near him always had me tied up in knots. Whenever we went to visit Pop’s old pack lands to see Uncle Zak, Uncle Brandon, Gramma Lauren, Grampa Richard, and Pop Carl, I would be drawn to him. As a child, it was because he was witty, always coming up with the best games, knowing the best places to find wild raspberries and blackberries. He was funny and an amazing secret keeper. As we grew older and started our training, I watched with fascination as his body started to fill out.
I mindlink the girls, letting them know that the booth is occupied and not to come in for a while. JoJo seems completely occupied by both her males and just hums in response to me. Fati and Summer are dancing on the stage next to DJ Tag who seems pretty enamored by both of them. Poor guy is going to have to pick one because those girls don’t share with other she-wolves. He’ll find out soon enough. Esteban’s hands are all over me, though not in a sexual way. No, it’s more reverent, like he can’t believe that he’s touching me. His arm is around my waist, keeping me close. His other hand trails down my arm in featherlight touches, plays with the hair that has fallen around my face, or toys with my fingers when we have to walk with him behind me. These little touches have my heart melting a bit, even as we’re on our way to fuck in a private booth. I honestly don’t know what it is about this male, but I can’t seem to think straight with him around. When we get to the booth, Ki
I have no idea how long we stay at the club. I don’t even know how we get to my place, but that’s were Esteban and I end up. All I really remember are his hands all over me, causing so many waves of pleasure to flow throughout my body. We had to have taken a taxi or an Uber or something, but all I remember is being in his lap, feeling him touching me. He kept whispering to me through the mindlink, not wanting the driver to hear. You’re so beautiful, Chris. It’s like you were made for me. You feel so good when I’m inside of you. I can’t wait to bury myself in that tight pussy again. Did you like the feel of me inside of you? Did my cock please you? I’m going to make you cum over and over and over again. I’m going to make you scream my name until you’re hoarse and your body can’t take the pleasure anymore. His hands roamed my body, but never touched me where I wanted him to. Never played with my nipples or plunged into my core. Just teased me the whole time. And th