LOGIN[Amaryllis] The heat in my mate’s eyes as he looks down at me, caressing each curve and hollow of my body with his gaze as I lay there in barely more than a slip, catches my breath. In my years since my marriage, I have been with a number of wolves, and none of them had this ability to make me feel so wanton and wanted all at once. “He’s our mate,” Alanna practically purrs in my head. “He was made for us to love. Of course he’s perfect.” Pushing my dress up to my hip, he presses his still clothed body into my warm, wet folds and I gasp at the roughness of the sensation as he rubs his hardness against my tender spaces, grinning as my wet cunt paints the front of his trousers with my juices. “You like that, don’t you?” he grins slyly. “Marry me and I’ll give you all this,” he kneels between my legs as he slowly unzips, “every single day. I’ll make you scream my name, Mate.” My nipples harden so fast it almost hurts as his member springs forth. Reaching for it, I stroke him, ad
[Amaryllis–A little bit earlier] Night is falling. It’s calm here in the wooded glens near the witch side of Moon River City. With everyone living near the city center now, it’s almost completely abandoned. Now only the animals and a few stubborn witches live anywhere nearby. This cave is even more secluded, only visible by people who have the right mixture of abilities to see an old twisted invisibility ward. The entrance to the cave is wide open, Calyx having gone to acquire a stash of clothing he had kept nearby. “I brought something for you as well,” he had promised with a sly smirk. Even though he had been in a hurry to stop me, it seems he had always planned to catch me. Tricky pup. “You need to stop thinking of him as a child, Amaryllis,” my wolf Alanna grumbles. “He’s our mate. He’s young, but he’s more than enough for us. Besides,” my wolf grins, “You can’t deny he’s handsome and…talented.” My wolf’s words make me blush a hot scarlet that I feel from the tip of my toes to
[Araminta] I owe this young wolf an explanation for my poor behavior. He’s handsome, honest, and a good strong leader. I can see why Sylvester chose him to be his beta, and why Hazel eventually grew smart enough to accept that he is her mate. Rudolph Forrester isn’t Michael Bane. I shouldn’t make him suffer for the sins of another wolf. “Please forgive me,” I beg earnestly as I squeeze his hands and look into his beautiful hazel eyes. There is a charming boyish sincerity and naive vulnerability about this wolf that makes me want to protect him, even though he’s easily twice my size. He isn’t cunning, like my Amy. He wears his feelings on his sleeve where anyone can see them. “There is nothing to forgive,” Rudy graciously forgives me. “I can see why you’d be upset. I should have proposed to Hazel honestly, instead of hiding in my fear and using it as an excuse.” “No, Rudolph, your reasons are just and are a credit to your true honorable nature,” I praise him honestly. “My anger
[Rudy] As the three of us listen to Sylvester’s fading footsteps, the uneasy feeling of being alone with one another fills the room, creating an awkward silence. Harlem, the old witch from the east, looks at me with an indecipherable sadness. I wonder if he knows what Araminta plans to say to me that has her bubbling with anger every time she glances my way. “Go easy on the boy, Minty,” Harlem murmurs in his deep, patient voice as he reaches over to hold her left hand between both of his own. “You just sprung a whole lot on these fellas. Give the pup a chance to adjust.” The coven mistress leans over and places her gray-streaked head on his shoulder. “I need to make sure,” she replies vaguely, “And we don’t have time to go slow. You know that, Harlem. For this to work we need to be certain that all of us are here for the right reasons.” “Shh, Minty, you’re confusing the lad,” Harlem kisses the top of her head in such a gentle and loving way, you’d think they’d been married for d
[Rudy] Araminta's words fade leaving all of us in silence as the three of us look at the old witch in various expressions of undisguised shock. “Repeat that again,” I ask, not sure I heard her correctly. "Did you just say we need to marry our mates?" Sparks come to her fingertips as she snaps. "Yes, Rudolph Forrester, that's exactly what I said. You will need to marry your mates. Tonight, before we go our separate ways to begin the spell." This is not how I wanted things to happen between Hazel and me. I wanted to work things out with Sylvester, find a replacement, and then ask Hazel to be mine when the time was right and I could prove I can give her a good life, even without being a beta. If I propose to her now, it would be under false pretenses. "Now isn't a good time," I start to say, but the coven mistress shuts me down with a glare. "You will all three need to be mated, married, and fully marked, with both partners bearing the seal of fated mates.” Araminta frowns as she
[Rudy] [Earlier that Day] Araminta Thorpe, one of the strongest witches to ever live, has called me into her office for a “request.” As pack beta, I am used to receiving requests from higher ranking wolves and ambassadors, but the grand witch doesn’t normally summon me. “You should go see what grandmother wants,” Hazel kisses my cheek, smiling gently, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Do you need me to come with you?” I know she’s just teasing me, but I almost say yes. Her grandmother is more than a little bit intimidating. “Thank you, but no,” I kiss her between her sweet auburn eyebrows and her skin hums a faint gold in pleasure at the tingling touch. Goddess, she’s so beautiful as she blinks up at me with her hazel eyes, a bit more green today than brown. Green like the emerald ring in my pocket. I’ve been trying to find the right time to ask her, but every time I consider what I’ll say or how I’ll make the proposal, I stop myself. I’m the son of an omega maid and a pack delt







