CHAPTER #56“PROLOGED TO THE HYBRID MATES”(First Sequel of HIS HIGHLANDER LUNA and the HIGHLANDER SERIES) My memory is a blank space. I sit idly in the darkness while my mate sleeps in our bed, I have hence vacated to the love seat in our bedroom. I know my mate is a wolf, I can sense it, I can smell it, but I have no recollection of how or why I know any of this. Is he really my mate? Something in my heart tells me that I do indeed have one, although I do not have a wolf to guide me. I know I am not a wolf; my mate has told me that I am a witch, but I do not recall that either. I recall nothing. A clock ticked the seconds away, the sound echoed in my head, as I pulled my long walnut hair from behind my neck over my shoulder and played with the ends between my fingers, thinking silently to myself. Who was I? Was I always a witch? How did I end up here? I had a strange accent compared to everyone else in the castle, so I knew I was not local. For that matter, I
Bridgette’s POV: I stared out of my window, silently watching the misting rain drizzle lightly against my window. The sun hidden under a blanket of grey clouds making the rich green of the forests and grasslands emerald and vibrant. I leaned against the cold stone window frame and stared into the wilderness, lost in thought. My father was planning another party for me tonight, something I was dreading. I kept trying to assure him that in time I would find my mate, that it was destined and that the Moon Goddess wouldn’t have it any other way. I was only 22 years old for crying out loud, but I could hear his voice echo in my head. “Britty, every wolf needs a mate, fated or chosen, and you are not getting any younger. Even your little sister has found her mate.” I sighed and crossed my arms across my chest. You would think I was an old maid by the way he spoke. It wasn’t that I cared much anyway, I was quite content in being alone. I didn’t need a mate, and I refused t
Chapter 2 “Dancing Past Father” Bridgette’s POV: After my sister left my room, I knew I needed to be careful and plan my departure carefully and quietly. If I was caught by the servants wandering around the castle with multiple bags, suspicions would shift faster than a werewolf. I quickly pulled out my laptop and began searching for flights. The ball was at 7pm sharp with hors d’oeuvres starting at 6pm, which meant that I needed to be on a plane and in the air no later than 5. Guest had already started arriving today, as our castle hosted over 75 rooms, and many of the visiting Alpha’s were staying here. Another reason I needed to get out of here sooner than later. I glimpsed at the clock above my desk and noted that it was already 11am so I needed to get moving. The ladies in waiting, that were scheduled to do my hair and makeup would be coming in around 4pm. I had less than 3 hours to get out of the castle. I quickly pulled out my credit card and booked the fl
Chapter 3 “Wolf Intuition” Lucca’s POV: The day was dragging on and I couldn’t help but feel that something was calling to me, as I had been restless since I had woken. My wolf was no exception, he had been continually pacing in my head and I had no idea why. I found myself becoming short with him on multiple occasions while I was trying to get my work done. I had been swamped with meetings and deadlines, which had not made things any better for me. After nearly three hours straight of pouring over plans for the new colonial mansion we were building for our newest client in Virginia, I was thankful when everyone finally left my office. Time appeared to pause as I poured myself a glass of scotch and exhaustedly collapsed onto my leather sofa. My name was Lucca Mariano, and I am the Alpha of the Crestridge Moon pack. Our pack managed over 1,000 wolves and I controlled and owned one of the most prestigious construction companies in the state. I had gone to school for
Chapter 4 “Cast Out” Bridgette’s POV: After nearly 13 hours of flight time with only one layover, I could not help but let out a relieved sigh as I settled myself into the front seat of the metallic blue Dodge Challenger I had rented. I turned the key and as the car started; a hearty rumble arose from the engine. I wasted no time as I punched the accelerator and I quickly merged onto the parkway. I smiled as the airport begin to disappear from my rear-view mirror. The flight from Scotland to Pennsylvania, with one stop at JFK, had been exhausting and I was thrilled to finally be off that airliner. I had turned my phone off, as I was sure by now my father was seething. My utter disregard for his plans were not going to go unnoticed and it was only a matter of time before I would be forced to speak with him, but that moment was not going to be now. As of this particular moment, I found myself rolling down the window allowing the sultry humid air to flow through th
CHAPTER 5 “THE NEW GIRL” LUCCA'S POV: Partying was never a preferred pastime of mine; I was always able to find something more fulfilling for my time. However, supporting my pack members meant everything to me, and I never went back on my word, which is why I found myself in Morgantown, West Virginia tonight. The quiet little Appalachian community was hardly New York City, but the young men of my pack fancied this town and adored this local nightclub despite the fact it was primarily a human hangout. The club was dark, lights strobing and music blaring, fresh and prime for a party and a good time. Women scattered all over the place, dancing, drinking, and scouting out for the next night-time thrill. Short skirts, body con dresses, high heels and tight tops were all the norm, as I felt the probing eyes of another woman burning into me. A hunter, more dangerous than any werewolf, a human female looking for her next seduction. The scantily dressed brunette smiled brightly
CHAPTER 6 “SPARKS” Bridgette’s POV: I sat at the bar quietly watching all the people within the club. I noticed that many of them were close to my age, and I immediately assumed that this must be a college town. There were a few wolves within the club, and I was thankful that I hadn’t accidently stumbled into some packhouse. The bartender was definitely a wolf but had been nothing but genuinely kind to me. The bass pounded; strobe lights flashed as the multiple dancers took their party onto the stage. Most of the women were scantily dressed, miniskirts, bodycon dresses, stilettos and crop and tub tops, prowling around in search of male attention. I surveyed my surroundings as I turned back to the bar top and took a sip of my drink, Johnny Walker, the only Scotch this place had. My senses stirred as I finished my drink and set it back onto the bar top. I took a deep breath and caught the most delectable scent of bergamot I had ever smelled. I l
CHAPTER 7 "MINE"- Lucca’s POV: The music continued to blast out loudly while I waited for my mate to return to me. She was ravishing, I couldn’t recall a woman so beautiful, my wait had sure been worth it. She had porcelain skin, emerald, green eyes, and thick luscious auburn hair flowing down her back, and my mind wandered to her body. Her hourglass shape was magnificent, curvaceous, and sultry; so perfectly balanced it appeared her bottom had been made to flow into that stool. And when I had touched her, the sparks ignited within my fingers, and I knew immediately that she was the one for me. I could also tell that she was a powerful wolf and there was indeed a story behind her. When I had radiated my Alpha aura, one thing I had noticed was that she had not reacted to it, had not bowed her head, had not submitted, and then simply smiled at me. That told me that she had to be an Alpha herself, but where did she come from and why? Her accent alluded that she m