My mate is so damn beautiful. And when she walks in my parent’s front door, I only have eyes for her, and it’s me she looks for. Her midnight eyes connect with mine, my heart is like a fucking jackhammer in my chest, and I can’t help but smile at her. It’s almost painful to look at her as my heart is about to explode. Sloane is always beautiful, but now in a dress that hugs every dip and curve of her body, I long to rip it off her and worship my mate, my moon Goddess, in the way she so deserves. My cock is getting hard already. I think about all the things I want to do to her, all the sounds I want to make come out of that pretty mouth of hers. She looks away, and my heart stills a bit when it’s my brother she seeks out next. But she has a cub with him, a history, and I can’t be angry she needs to see him too. Unresolved feelings and things left unsaid exist between them. Mace does not look happy to see the woman he abandoned while pregnant with his child. His mate looks at Sloane w
I suck down the rest of my beer in one long swallow when that puny wolf kisses my mate again, this time on the lips. Then he scurries off and I know my mate has this covered, but now is the time he should be sticking closest to her side. If the bastard knew her well enough, he’d know that. I feel the glass groan in my palm. But I’m not the only one burning with rage. Twyla is seething that Mace is so distracted by his cub, he doesn’t even realize she is speaking to him. “Mace? I think it’s time we said hello to your-Mace! Are you even listening to me?” snaps the she-wolf. My mate smiles, “You could go talk to your son if you want, Mace. He doesn’t bite. Much.” That sets Twyla off even more. She redirects her rage towards Sloane instead. And I take several steps closer out of my corner, ready to defend my mate if necessary. I wouldn’t put it past the cunt to attack my mate thinking being the Alpha’s daughter of an allied pack would save her from any repercussions. It wouldn’t. I’m
After what nearly happened with my mate out near the woods, I find it nearly impossible to think about anything else. I know Slade wants my body, that much is clear, but what else is he interested in? He has no plans to ever take a mate, and I’m left feeling more conflicted and confused than ever before. He claims I had a choice, but I can’t see that he left me with any real one. I don’t just want to fuck him; I want to spend the rest of my life with him. And I don’t think that’s what the lone wolf wants. One thing is clear, he’s driving me fucking crazy, with his hot and cold stuff towards me. One moment he acts indifferent, the other he wants to rip Basil’s head off and then my clothes off. My head is spinning.I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. This ruse that I’ve chosen another wolf over him. My body betrays me, even before my mind does. God, I want to see all of him, to feel his thick cock inside me, to taste him, all night long. But the problem lies with when the s
I breathe deeply. Basil is right. I’ve been hiding behind my own fears and insecurities as well and placing all the blame on Slade. He is not the only one who is afraid. I fear losing my independence, of feeling weak and admitting I need a wolf to protect me, of losing parts of myself in this bond. But I won’t be losing anything, I’ll be gaining so much more. The moon has a plan for my life. And it starts by accepting the bond it gifted to me. Life is too damn short not to be happy and soak up all the good things. But just as quickly as my head is soaring up to the stars, I come crashing back down to Earth again. Slade wants my nights, he wants to fuck me, but he doesn’t want my days and all my tomorrows. He wants the idea of me, but he doesn’t want a mate to settle down with. And certainly not a human one. I know how he feels about the pairings between humans and wolves. If I give myself to him, give into this sexual attraction burning between us, it would be a carnal pleasure for
There are too many wolves in my parent’s house and this collared shirt is choking the life out of me. I long to shed all my clothes, take to my wolfskin, and run free in the trees. But that was the old me, to run from the things which scared me. And I’m fucking terrified. Deciding to fight for my mate is both freeing and restricting at the same time, because I know Sloane is the only one for me, and from this point on in my life, she will be my everything. Since I met her, none of the others really mattered anyway. My life has changed and now it’s time I settle down and claim my mate properly, if she’ll have me that is. For Sloane, I will give up the life of a hunter, stay here on packlands, and be there for my mate and her cub. To love, honor, protect her above all others. I want the type of bond, the life, my grandfather speaks so fondly of. That life once didn’t appeal to me, but now it’s all I want, and I pray to the moon my mate will want it too. I dream of days of working by t
I awake the next morning feeling more refreshed than I have in a while. The day is bittersweet for more reasons than one. Today is the last day elder Everest will ever spend with his family and friends until we all join him on the other side. I believe in Heaven and know in my heart it is the same as the spirit world, the place where good souls go to spend eternity in peace with those they loved in this life. I know my parents have found each other and a place there and are at peace. I know Everest will soon be reunited with his mate Rain who passed several seasons before him, she waits for him, and he is ready to go join her. It’s those who he is leaving behind who are struggling to accept it.And I’m feeling more conflicted about rejecting the bond. Not just because of the amazing orgasm Slade and I shared the night before, the best of my life, but more because of the emotional side of the bond. The moon favored Everest and Rain to be mates and they built a beautiful life together.
I know I shouldn’t provoke my mate, but I just can’t help myself. I am rewarded by the pretty blush to her cheeks, not to mention a wave of arousal I get from her when I remind her of last night. What happened between us, and it is clear she was just as affected as I was. The bond doesn’t lie, last night made that clear. And even though I know she has muted the bond today; her body betrays her. I can smell her desire even when I can’t feel it. Not that I need a bond to tell me I got my mate all worked up in more ways than one this morning. Sloane may have chosen the omega over me, the one whose scent still clings to her skin, but I’m not going to make it easy on her. However, I’m not the only one being tested this morning, as my mate sic’s her cub on me. I know what she is doing, and I can’t blame her for it. She needs to know she can trust me with her body and heart, but more importantly with her cub. And I will prove it to her, that I can be a good mate and Father if she gives me t
My mate arrives that afternoon, still dressed in her scrubs with the name of her college embroidered across her breast pocket. I do not hide or cower from her, but nor do I invade her personal space. Though it kills me, I fight my urges, and allow her to come to me when she is ready. That time comes a few hours after her mingling with the family and friends who have adopted her into the pack, and when she is about to take the cub home for a late nap.I stand from the couch I planted my ass on immediately as she heads in my direction. She has contained her son in her arms, and he is clearly fighting sleep. The inquisitive and rambunctious little wolf doesn’t want to give into sleep and miss a thing with all the excitement about. He yawns and his head droops closer to his mother’s shoulder. My mate sooths him by rubbing his back.“I just wanted to say thanks for helping to look after Gauge today,” smiles Sloane, “it seems this little guy is about to crash. If he doesn’t get a nap, he’ll