Ronan's POV"And when he does, I will be there with my eyes on you. We are not letting you get yourself killed. We will figure out a way to save Jessica. If it's not too late that is."I feel a special kindred toward Pete now, even more so than I did growing up. Before he was just the annoying friend that followed me everywhere and now that I know he isn't trying to put the moves on my mate, my fondness of him is growing. He loves Willow just as much as I do, just in a different way and I know that he would lay down his life for her. I wish I could say the same for Xander.When she first got here, Xander was all team Willow. Now his grief has him placing blame on her when it is not her burden to carry. He has lashed out on her so many times that I am not sure if their relationship will be salvageable when we get through this."We should probably head down now. Olivia should be here any minute now," I suggest to Willow.Pete looks to me, "Do you mind if I sit in on the meeting?"Willow
Willow's POV "Wait. I'm going to need you to explain? How does Willow bringing her wolf back, that's assuming you're correct, how does that break the spell?" Pete asked defensively. Barely acknowledging that it was Pete who spoke to her, Olivia addresses me, "The one thing that ends a spell without fail is death. The potion that she absorbed was designed to subdue her wolf. It appears that captivity has killed her wolf, which explains why your powers surfaced with our arrival. If you are able to bring her wolf back the spell will be broken because she died." "But who's to say that bringing her wolf back doesn't reinstate the spell?" I ask nervously. "Spells are not living beings that pass on, therefore they cannot be reanimated," she stated with confidence. This is a whole lot of new information to take in. Ronan has been living with the guilt of what happened to Katarina since he was sixteen years old. If I am able to take that burden off his shoulders, why wouldn't I give it a t
Ronan's POV"Nephew? My how you have grown into quite the man. Let me look at you," Aunt Kat gushes over me.We have been trying for so long to get her back to herself and now that she is, I almost dont believe it and to think Willow has been the key to getting her back this whole time. Seriously is there anything that she can't do? All of this solidifies my belief that even if she wasn't mated to me, she was still made just for me.I open my arms and allow my aunt to walk into them to embrace me. Tears are threatening to take over as I release her and take a second to admire her and relish in the fact that she is here and coherant. The guilt of what happened to her has eaten away at me for so long and then it got worse when I found that her wolf actually died and that's why she went all bat shit crazy. Honestly, I still feel guilty a little. If it wasn't for her helping me in the first place, none of this would have happened.Willow grasps my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. I kno
Willow's POVI'm just so unbelievably hot right now. I have never felt such need and desire. I want to rip his clothes off and ride his rock hard dick right here in the kitchen. The thought of it alone is making me wet. I can feel him trying to reign it in, to control himself, but I want him to lose control with me. I want to feel him on every inch of my skin and more so inside of me. My core is slick and painfully throbbing with my need for him.I break my kiss and leave a trail of them down his neck where I lick and tease the mark he now wore showing that he is mine."I want you," I whisper in his ear before I draw his bottom lobe in my mouth, pulling a low and seductive growl from his throat.His hand grip my ass harder and he rubs my pussy against the rough material of his jeans so I could feel how hard he is for me. I reach my hands between our bodies and begin to unfasten the button of his jeans.His hand stops mine for a second, "Someone could walk in."I shrug, "Let them."I
Chapter OneWillows POVI grab my keys from my desk, shove them into the pocket of my jeans and make my way to the door. My office is small and hidden in the back of Pete's Dojo. It's not the typical location for a Private Detective, but it is perfect for someone who tracks the creatures of the night. No one expects a Private Detective to run an office out of a dojo.I was lucky to land this office. Pete is a very good friend of mine, and he has trained me to fight after hours. Training like ours cannot be done during normal business hours. I'm a Werewolf and Pete; well, he is too. Two creatures alike, hiding who they are in a city full of our enemies and humans.Pete has been helping me dig into my ancestry to see if I have any family out there. I was raised as a baby by a human family who knew nothing of my past or my lineage. They still have no clue to this day that I am a werewolf. My first shift occurred on my s
Ronan's POVThe pen scratches across the paper as I sign the Pack Funds Allocation, Budget form, and add it to the growing pile of forms on my desk. My ears perk up at the sound of the pack training outside. I shove the chair behind as I stand, walking to the window to look out at my family. That's what my pack is, one big family.I have done a lot, sacrificed a lot for this pack and they rewarded me with their undying loyalty. Most Alpha's constantly look over their shoulder for the next power-hungry member to attempt to overthrow them. I saved them from the wrath and rule of my uncle by taking him out. He was a vicious and cruel Alpha. Countless pack members were tortured, and some killed just for sport under his rule. Lower ranking women, Omegas were brutally raped and sodomized for his pleasure.My Father was the rightful Alpha to the Blood River Pack and my uncle, his Beta. The truth came out that my parents died at the hands of my uncle and that is when my
Willow's POV"Here, it's not much, but it's the best I can do with not having a female in the house," Pete says as he hands me a pair of sweatpants and an old Led Zeppelin T-Shirt.I smile graciously, "My go to kind of outfit. Thanks Pete."He shows me upstairs to the bathroom, "You can shower in here. Towels and washcloths are in the closet here," he says pointing at the tiny linen closet just inside the bathroom door."Thanks again, Pete. I don't know what I would do without you."Pete smiles slightly before wrapping his arms around me in a hug, "You are not just a friend Willow. You are family. No thanks are needed."I nod my head at his reply. I may not know where I came from or who my relatives are, but Pete really is the closest thing I have to family. I hope one day that will change and that I will get to know my blood family one day, if they still exist, but Pete, he will always be family to me. I close the door behind him and lock it out of hab
Ronan's POV"All good things must come to an end," I hear Xander say as I pull my shorts on.He is right though. I love running just as much as my wolf does. It's invigorating. The only downfall is the repetitive need for showers due to my wolfs love of rolling around in the mud."Tell me about it. Have you heard anymore from Pete?'Xander nodded briefly, "He sent a text. They safely boarded and should land around noon tomorrow.""Good. I'm going to hit the shower and then try to finish some paperwork. Let me know if anything else comes up," I direct as I make my way up the stairs to the third floor."Most Alpha's save the rooms and offices on the first floor for themselves because of the convenience. I opted to have my quarters on the highest floor, away from prying eyes and ears. Every night the nightmares come. I relive the nightmare of my parents’ death and the night that I killed my uncle and cost his mate her freedom. It's a horror movie on