THE END!!! Aw, baby Iris Kyrie. And Uncle Max is a legit uncle since he married a Batista.
Dear Readers, I will be taking the rest of September off from writing new stories to focus on getting The Reluctant Alpha ready for paperback. October will bring the return of Auðr in his short story The Hybrid's Vampire, where he takes a lead role with Sage. Their story will be added to the Bloodmoon and Incubi Anthology. Follow me on social media, look for Author Bryant, to stay up to date on everything I'm working on. See You In October! Bryant
“Hannah Ya-sh-id-a?” The woman at the register desk butchered my first name and tried hard to pronounce my mom’s surname. I pinched the bridge of my nose and stepped forward. I wasn’t in Bloodmoon anymore. There was no level of built respect because I’m the pack princess. I also opted to use mom’s surname instead of dad’s. Anonymity. That was the whole point. I chose a university across the country from Bloodmoon to get space from life among the supernatural. I’m a human, and I need to accept it is not my fate to belong in that world beyond the adoption paperwork. I needed to find out who I am as a human. Somewhere, I wouldn’t need to compete and train against beings with powers I’ll never have. That, however, didn’t mean picking just any university. I’m still an accomplished student who graduated top of my class with a 4.0 GPA and had many extracurriculars to pad my applications. Thus, I ended up in New Haven, Connecticut, at Yale, where the closest werewolf pack is either The N
“Are you ready for the fresh blood, Weeber?” Professor Meyer teased as he slumped into a chair in the English department’s lounge. “I certainly don’t envy you teaching first-year courses.” I arched my brow, lowering my tablet to look at him. I knew he meant the saying in the aspect of the crop of freshmen that started classes today. He has no clue what I am, so he doesn’t realize how literal his words are to me. As far as Meyer is concerned, I’m the young professor. It’s almost amusing that the man thinks he’s my senior. Based on looks, I still look the same twenty-five I was when I was turned, while Meyer looks about what you’d expect of a sixty-five-year-old human male. In the six years I’ve worked here, this time around, Meyer decided he should take me under his wing. Aidan loves to tease me about it, while Isak finds it adorable. I’m indifferent to his attempts to act as my senior. “That is where we differ, Meyer.” I shrugged, starting to gather my things. “You prefer the juni
I knew moving so far away would make me homesick. That’s only natural, though. While thousands of students surround me and have Pam as a roommate, it’s not the same. As unique a character as Pam is with her love of rugby, or more so an intense appreciation for the rugby player physique, her love of the occult wasn’t the same. Nothing could replace living in the pack house with Daddy, Aurelia, Rosie, and CJ, with various pack members dropping in during the day. I missed the familiarity of home but also how unpredictable it was. Even with Silvercloud having moved out to start his mated life with Persephone, our house was the hub of activity and outrageous events. And when I wanted peace from the pack, I could always drive over to the ranch to ride on Ashes and enjoy a quiet meal with Grandma and Grandpa Christian. That homesickness is the primary reason I opted to wear my boots like a security blanket today. I didn’t care that I’d been getting weird looks all day. I know cowboy boot
SLAM!The loud sound of the heavy antique red oak double doors being slammed echoed through our shared historic Queen Anne Victorian home. Someone was in a foul mood. It wasn’t me because I was in the study looking through my class rosters to rank potential feeding prospects for the semester. It couldn’t be Isak. I distinctly remember seeing him earlier when I came home. That meant the only person who could be storming in was Albert.I glanced at the grandfather clock and frowned when I saw the time. Nine o’clock? He shouldn’t be home this early. His class should’ve only ended an hour and a half ago. Driving here from campus takes about twenty minutes, so Albert drove straight home. We have plenty of blood bags, but Albert has always preferred straight from the tap. I sighed as I rose and poked my head into the foyer. I wasn’t alone in my curiosity about Albert’s sudden and violent return. I noticed Isak leaning over the railing of the stairs. The street lights from outside coming th
I didn’t have time to call Dani about Professor Weeber. I had a few days before my next class with Weeber, so that it could wait. I did, however, take some preventative measures against vampires in general. Since I wasn’t sure how many vampires were here, I bought one of those faucet Brita filters and put vervain in the filter so all our water would have vervain. That way, Pam was also protected. I may not know Pam well, but she’s my roommate, and I feel responsible for her safety as the person aware of the supernatural dangers lurking out there. Weeber may be alone, but I won’t take any chances. Better safe than sorry, as Uncle John says. Plus, Pam is social, which could unknowingly place her in dangerous situations, perhaps not with Weeber but with other vampires lurking about. While I doubt any of the rugby players she’s looking to get close to are supernatural, especially vampires, she does like going out at night and to off-campus clubs and bars. “Hurry up, chica!” Pamela yell
When Aidan returned home, visibly flustered by Hana’s resistance, he shared the key moments of their interaction. Unlike Albert’s situation, Aidan managed to engage in a conversation and almost kissed her. He was convinced that her human innocence was the barrier to that kiss. I’m not entirely convinced of that. Nevertheless, Princess Hana Kinsley has piqued my interest. I’ve known Aidan for over three centuries, and seeing a human resist him is rare. Even though I don’t get involved in such things, I sought this human out. It wasn’t difficult to look up her schedule to find the best time and place to organize a meeting. Albert tried in class, which was a foolish choice as it’s an area in which he has perceived power and authority. Of course, she wouldn’t be receptive to her teacher’s direct approach, especially in front of other students. Then, Aidan had a better approach, but he still pushed too far, too fast, and lost. I’m going for somewhere less intimidating and noisy. That’s r
I can’t believe I was so STUPID. I’m not a stupid girl. I grew up surrounded by hunks. I should NOT be so easily distracted by a handsome face. Yet it’s happened not once, not twice, but THREE times. And it’s worse each time. I, at least, was thinking straight enough not to let Albert get close. It probably helped that we were in a classroom, and I refused to be like the other girls swarming him. I had no such excuse with Aidan or Isak. I’ve had a couple of days to replay the club scene. Aidan was objectively hot. Even with those lame pickup lines, I was attracted to him. He drew me in, and it was something I’d never felt before. I only knew his first name, and I wanted to kiss him. His touch made me want way more than his lips on mine. I’m lucky I realized something was wrong before we kissed. I would be beating myself up worse if I’d let it get that far and not realized it was unnatural. Then there’s Isak. Our interaction felt so genuine. There wasn’t anything unnatural about it,