There was no turning back now, it was go-time. No more giddy jokes, no more waking up surprised at the increased size of my bump. I was going to be a mother. The concepts left me feeling dizzy at the very moment I needed to be focused and sharp. I downed a cup of the broth offered by Martha, slurping it down greedily, as if it could take away the searing pain my exhausted muscles were in. “Okay…okay….I can do this,” I whimpered. “Ivan, come where I can see you,” as I felt the pain rising once more I did as they asked. I gripped the side of the bathtub, my feet planted on the ground as I howled in pain, my eyes fixed on Ivan’s face. He looked so proud, he wasn’t terrified by my noises, the obvious bloodshed and pain, he made me feel like a superhero. “We almost had a head then! Next one, next one they’re ready to come!” Bella shouted as I panted and braced myself. Sure enough, even faster and more blindingly intense than the first I fought and pushed until a huge wave of pressure an
So I’m a father now. A week in and every time those little cries start up it hits me over the head. I’m sure the realisation will sink in soon. Cherish is fantastic, of course. I thank the Moon Goddess every day that I was home in time for her to confess her fears to me, before her labour started. It would appear labour can vanish from the minds of women very quickly. Cherish even jokes about having another, as if the bloody carnage that revealed itself never happened. For me it is burnt into my memories. Coupled with the joy of the babies safe delivery was the terror at seeing how her body was pushed to it’s limits. Deep down there was some guilt, her wolf gave so much of its strength to me in order to pull me through that final attack. There was a deep-seated fear that somehow, I was responsible for her pain and suffering. However the little ones were just amazing. Genevieve and Cillian. Their blue eyes peeping in wonder, fascinated by the world around them. Not only am I a fath
We settled into a blissful domestic routine over the next three months. I spent the morning working in the office, holding meetings and discussions about the pack. Spring was fast approaching and each member of the Battalion was undergoing intensive training about the farming techniques we had learnt. Then I intended to send them to each district to pass on their new techniques. It sounds boring but I had decided I was going to be a hands-on Alpha. Why shouldn’t I get involved in learning about fertiliser, I’m not above digging in and never will be. Especially now I probably cannot go directly into battle again. Both Kohl and Halo have been through so much. It feels like tempting Fate to risk our happiness.The Shadowlands had resources capable of supplying every pack in the nation, there was no reason such fertile, available land couldn’t make the people of this place wealthy and secure. Now was our time. The mood in the town was buoyant. Cherish descended more frequently from our
As much fun as it was messing with Ivan’s post, we knew the happy little bubble had to end. An Alpha and his pack don’t exist independently, it is all about the harmony between the other packs. I guess the other packs in the area will be keen to see how this large new territory affects their life. So, despite being incredibly keen to lift up my dress and have some more office fun with Ivan, when I walked in he was holding the dreaded, anticipated gold rimmed envelope with thick, black scrolling ink. He laughed, slapping his thigh in amusement as I huffed and rolled my eyes before pretending to grab at it so I could throw it in the fire. Wrapping his arm around my waist he pulled me to him so my back rested against his torso. Kissing my neck, he murmured, “I would absolutely love to burn this one, but I think we might have to give this one a read.” I wriggled my ass backwards into his groin, enjoying his little inhale of breath as I teased him, just a little. “Luna Cherish, your dut
When the servant brought us into the dining hall it was just as grand as I expected. Huge golden candelabras and chandeliers lit up a picture perfect room. The usual tapestries and war scenes I had grown used to seeing at White Forest were not present here. Rising Star was a gallery of landscapes. The valleys, lakes and forests depicted everywhere gave the castle a softer feeling than I had expected this pile of stones to provide. Even the soft rugs were welcomely eyed by Halo, my feet still not fully healed made me want to jump to the nearest chair. I preferred this castle to White Forest, though as Halo warned me, that may just be because I had lingering reservations about Luna Helena and her knowledge of Fate. Ivan, bless him, knew my feet were not fully healed yet and made sure to have me seated comfortably before anything else. Alpha Brandon and Luna Hollie were kind and gracious hosts. They clearly adored Helena and Alexander, a cosy coupling that we were on the outside of.
My worst fears were confirmed. This wasn’t a proper conference, there was no respect for our attendance as the leaders of the Shadowlands pack, it was some ridiculous notion by Helena to try and fix her own ego. Kissing Cherish softly as she tended to the babies with Penelope I informed Kharkov I was heading for a stroll, he could stay with the women and enjoy some breakfast. His face lit up at the prospect, whether it was breakfast or the company of the women I could not tell which thrilled him more. I loved the fact he had such a bond with Cherish. Having someone in your corner like that, it’s how I used to see myself and Helena. Different but the same. /If everything had stayed the same, we would have been dead in a ditch long ago. Some things have to change/ Kohl murmured sagely. I agreed with him, but I still regretted my lost friendship. Heading out of the huge double doored stone archway I found myself looking down upon a splendid view of the surrounding forest. It was so
Although Ivan’s silly trick with the balcony made me laugh, we were soon back in the same glum mood we had left the dinner party with last night. The stone walls around us swirled with confusion, the footsteps of unknown servants constantly pattering by made me feel watched, edgy. At home, in Cragstone we knew exactly who roamed our smaller world. “We should just ask Helena outright,” I snapped in frustration, “they’re discussing us and our babies so why shouldn’t we know.” Ultimately we had the matter taken out of our hands. A small, elderly male servant summoned us for breakfast with Alpha Brandon and Luna Hollie down in the dining hall. Kissing the babies and leaving them with Kharkov and Penelope we made our way for attempt Day Two of the so-called Conference. As expected the four of them were already there. Brandon raised his hand as soon as he saw us enter and saw Ivan assessing the situation. Alpha Alexander for once looked distressed. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes wer
** TWENTY YEARS LATER ** “I cannot believe it has truly been so long since we were last at White Forest,” I murmured, standing in the same suite we had used so many years ago. Back when I shouted at Helena and suggested she had failed Ivan. The four-poster bed and stained glass windows were unchanged. As if we had simply stepped back in time. The sight of the balcony, where I had once stood in only a black cloak for Ivan to devour under the pale blue moonlight made me smile and Halo purr in remembrance. “You are as amazing now as you were then,” Ivan murmured, approaching me with a grin. In his late forties he was getting somehow even more handsome with age. His hair remained the stunning copper beacon I looked for first in every room whilst his frame remained strong, tall and muscular. Although my heart had two other beacons to contend with in Genevieve and Cillian, Ivan’s strength was the tree which my roots had grown around. They had turned eighteen last winter, Ivan insiste