~His Soul-Fated~Soft lips press against my neck, lingering over my pulse, placing a kiss that’s both sweet and somehow deeply disturbing at the same time. "Mine," a seductive voice whispers into my ear, tugging me slowly into consciousness. "Wake up, Beautiful. Wake up and see me." I recognize his voice. He's been in my dreams before. He's the blurry-faced man who has been stalking me since I got taken in by Mistress Adriana and her husband.The man always demand my name and where I stay, which I always end up not telling him.But today is different. Today, he wants me to see him. I stare at him, his face is blurred out, but he has the form and shape of a man. But I know he's no human. No, he’s something more. Something that feels too big and too deep for my fuzzy thoughts to comprehend. The weight of him not just of his body. But of his will, his desire, his hunger, feels so palpable. I can feel it pressing down on me and wrapping around me like tendrils sucking me into his wa
~Zegulf~Another day, another city, another failed fucking search. I’m exhausted. Why can't I find her? I've gone to almost all the cities in our world. Where haven't I gone? What else do I need to do to find my fated?Will I live to find her? What if I die without knowing her? Our small procession of vehicles pulls into the private airport, and I shake my head to clear it. Stepping from the vehicle, I look to the black private jet that will be taking us to yet another city and, more than likely, another failure. Out of nowhere, a burning slash across each of my wrists drops me to my knees, literally. Shit, I'm about to experience another blackout.It's happening more often now, and not only does each episode strengthen my bond to my soul-fated, but it also draws me nearer to my grave.For the first time in my life, as I feel that type of powerful burning pain that comes from having your skin sliced open deep enough it could sever a tendon, I wonder if I’m going insane. Brody an
~Zegulf~I'm dying, but only my new Beta, elder Ezra's son, Brody, knows about it. For the rest, I have to keep acting strong and masking my pain. Even though I’m so tired of this pain I constantly feel in my heart. Somewhere in this cursed world, a woman that is mine awaits me. I don't know what she looks like, but I know her existence is the only hope I have of ever ending up with a Luna and maybe experiencing love.But I can't find her because, somehow she's hidden from me. I can feel her at times, feel her heart beating against an invisible bond that we recently started to share. I can feel her emotions, and she has so many of them. Most of them are painful. Rarely is there ever true joy and happiness within her.Even when I fade into her dreams, there’s nothing but turmoil. She carries the heavy weight of pain across her shoulders like a yoke. Why does she feel this much pain? I miss her. Even when I haven't set eyes on her face, I miss her presence. Brody calls it a soul-fa
~Dion~••2 YEARS LATER••How time flies. It still feels like yesterday when we stepped into the labor room with my mate and watched her perform what we can only describe as a miracle.Bradley, the first of the triplets, has Gaston's eyes and is as mischievous as Clifton. Stephen is super protective of his brothers, so yes, he is Gaston character-wise. But Ethan is the fire we always have to look out for. He is full of chaos, never stays in a place, and can comfortably pull the entire house down once you bat an eye.Watching Ethan with Oona at the playpen, we kept permanently in the living room; I smile in fond memory of the past year. After we’d brought them and our mate home, my brothers and I were like kids playing house; neither of us wanted to let anyone close to the triplets.We were so fond of them that we spent every minute of our day with them and Xyana. We learned to feed them and preferred to do it ourselves, refusing the help of anyone.Eventually, ignoring our responsibi
~Gaston~••Two Months Later••Having a life partner and being loved by someone feels so good.Finally, the Alphas of most werewolf packs have come together to have an agreement that werewolves will no longer go to war with each other without attempting several methods of conflict resolution.This led to the establishment of a clan council, which included an elder to represent the pack they come from. The talk about an Alpha king came into play. The purpose was to get a sort of leader that other Alphas would be answerable to, in order to reduce intimidation amongst werewolf packs.Without a doubt, the position was opened between Zegulf and me. Zegulf refused to take it up because according to him, he's yet to have a Luna.I also decided it was best we postpone a selection for now and let the clan council members work on their new positions.Alphas were then added to the clan council. Each pack was now represented by an Alpha and his most tru
~Xyana~I wake up with a dick inside of me and gentle fingers stroking through my slit, coaxing me awake, or perhaps simply soothing me. That incessant need I had after the marking ceremony has faded, but a new hunger burns in my stomach. Flashes of the last few hours flip through my mind. "Mmm, there you are," Dion murmurs against my ear. His hot breath tickles and a shudder rolls down my spine. He groans at the slight movement. "How long have I been asleep?' I finally opened my eyes. The room is dimly lit and Declan is beside me, blue eyes dark with his own hunger. Though I can't see Gaston and Clifton, their scents are close. My heart warms. They all stayed for me. "Eight hours," Bones says, propping himself up on his elbow and stroking my cheek. The fullness of my cunt tells me Dion might’ve been inside me the entire time, warming himself and maybe coming inside me again after the last time. "Water." Clifton reaches over Dion