Reika and Storm are partners in crime. Violet, and her crew, are from my book "Tangled Secrets - Taming Mr. Vittori" it you wanted to check it out. Thank you for reading, lovelies <3
OCTAVIA. The ground beneath me was soft with blood, the metallic tang sharp in the back of my throat. Every step I took was careful, hesitant, as though I could somehow walk lightly enough not to disturb the silence of the dead. But the silence was already broken by the crackle of flames eating away at homes that once held laughter, by the groan of beams collapsing in the fire’s hungry maw, by the occasional hiss of magic that still lingered in the air like static, prickling across my skin.Bodies littered the ground, torn apart so savagely I had to force my eyes not to linger.Friends. Family. Warriors I had sparred with, children I had smiled at, elderly souls who took in everyone as a grandpup no matter if there was a blood connection or not. Their faces were frozen in terror or twisted in pain, some barely recognizable through the carnage.The smell was unbearable—smoke, blood, and rot all weaving together into a suffocating fog that clung to my hair, my clothes, my very soul. I
OCTAVIA.A single heartbeat stretched into eternity.I tracked my opponent—every shift of his shoulder, twist of his hip, twitch of his fingers. His height and muscle pressed on me like a living wall. But I stayed grounded, every muscle coiled and ready.He lunged. Muscle rolled under his skin, sinew taut and powerful, air brushing my face. His fist caught my cheek with a sharp sting. Pain shot through me, but I pivoted just enough that his punch missed my jaw. My palm shot forward, striking his sternum. The vibration traveled up my arm, through my core, anchoring me in the moment. Strength alone couldn’t guarantee this—precision did.He swung a massive hook. I rolled, palms and knees scraping gritty dirt, gravel biting my skin. A glancing blow to my shoulder made me wince, but I pressed on.A knee came for my midsection. I shifted back, letting his momentum carry him past, and countered with a palm jab to his chest, a knee thrust, a twist of my torso—all timed, precise, exploiting op
ROMAN.I sat alone at a large oak table in the private library that housed journals, books, and tomes that were kept away from the public. The knowledge inside of them was protected. Some of them had information that could be dangerous in the wrong hands or history that should never be forgotten.The tome in front of me, its leather binding cracked and faded, detailed the origins of the vampire race. Anger and dread wove their tendrils through me as I absorbed its words.My thoughts raced, a relentless torrent of memory and fear. I saw Vladimir’s cruel smile, heard the mocking tone in his voice, and felt the weight of the pain that he’d inflicted on Storm. It wasn’t small in the least. It felt like a Category 5 disaster that left nothing but wasteland behind.I couldn't imagine experiencing what she did. I've heard that feeling your mate die was one of the most excruciating pains imaginable. Add in the fact that she lost her pup as well…I hadn't ever thought about wolves having past l
OCTAVIA.“Like literal flames?” Yasmine asked me curiously.We were preparing welcome baskets to give out to new pack members. It wasn’t anything overly special or anything, but it was a gift that would hopefully help out some as they transitioned. Each basket included a map of the territory, vouchers for local businesses, various resource lists, some fun little gifts that were donated from businesses in town, and a welcome packet that contained lists of perks allotted to pack members.There were separate baskets for males and females – some of the gifts were for specific genders – as well as a separate one that was geared towards warriors. That particular basket also included information that was archived for warriors and what tracks they could go down.“Yes,” I told her, blushing. “It caught us both by surprise.”Yasmine was someone who held a lot of valuable knowledge regarding what information this pack had on Phoenix wolves. So, she was the one that I asked about what happened whe
ROMAN. She dropped down against my hard-on and rubbed herself against it a few times before I placed a hand on her lower back to hold her steady. There was no way in fuck that I wanted to come before we actually got going.“Keep that up, and I’ll be coming in no time. You feel so good even like this. I don’t want to come until I’m deep inside of you. Before getting too carried away…”Octavia placed a finger over my lips and giggled.“I have a couple of things to say if that’s okay?”I nodded and kissed her finger for her to continue. I was rewarded with a brief kiss and a bright smile.“First of all, I want you to know that I appreciate how patient you’ve been with me. You’ve never pressured me, never tried to take more than I was willing to give to you. Most importantly, you’ve been right beside me as my heart healed. Ro, I’m incredibly thankful that the Goddess gave you to me. I can’t imagine a better mate. I love you and want you forever. Secondly, Storm informed me that typical co
OCTAVIA.Planning for the special weekend was actually a lot of fun.Many pack members wanted to help out. Some people wished to help prepare enough food for everyone. Others wanted to donate their time and craft to ensure that there was enough tables and seating.Other people were wanting to set up a daycare area so that the little ones would be watched and protected while the adults could hang out and have fun. Luna Serena, or just Serena as she insisted on being called, helped me to get everything sorted out.I knew that Roman and the guys would be dealing with ensuring that the pack was secured while we had this get-together. Storm felt the need to ensure that we had extra defenses going into it, but she wasn’t able to divulge why that was. Just that it was necessary.Amell had become my little shadow, following me all around the pack. He claimed that he was my bodyguard, so he made sure to act as such. Talk about super adorable. I had no problem with him tagging along. His parents