I know this is Persephone and Silvercloud's story, but Alec is so adorable with the twins. #DILFAlpha
While I enjoy Chinese food, Jonathan ordered what felt like a whole menu, and when he laid it all out on a table, I protested that it was more than we’d eat and even tried to suggest he give it to some of the employees. Yet nothing was left to offer to anyone else when all was said and done. I blinked in surprise as Jonathan popped the last eggroll into his mouth. “Did we seriously just eat all that?” I asked as I gestured to the empty containers. “Yep.” Jonathan chuckled as he started to gather the empty containers. “How? I mean, I know that as werewolves, we tend to need a higher calorie intake after we turn sixteen. But this is more food than I’ve ever eaten.” I frowned. “Persephone, you were in a coma for a month. You were given nutrients through an IV bag, but that’s not the same. And on top of that, we just completed our bond. Marking tends to be a draining activity.” Jonathan rationalized. “And what’s your excuse? Marking wouldn’t make you that famished.” I asked, arching m
Being fully mated is freaking amazing. I know I’ve been told I’d only understand my mated friends after I found my mate. I just never really believed it. That shows you how much I have to learn. And how much Persephone has changed my life and perspective on so many things. The last month has been hell; if I have anything to say about it, she will never leave my side again. Except for using the bathroom, that may be going too far. But I digress. Back to what I was talking about with being fully mated. We had worked well together during those short few days before the shit storm. That was NOTHING compared to now. Persephone had been in a coma while Reed and I worked on the cure, yet through our bond, she’s moving in sync with me, grabbing what I needed before I even voiced that I needed it. “Well, it appears showing up today was a waste of my time.” Reed huffed as Persephone grabbed a beaker before he could. “Stop whining.” Persephone rolled her eyes. “It’s not my fault that I’m in tu
I’ve not met Daniel Weaver, but my best guess is that Jonathan looks like him, though I’m not sure how much. It was enough that Anka mistook Jonathan for Daniel. Jonathan’s feelings about his father are complicated. There’s a lot of hurt and confusion in his mind and heart. I’m unsure how to help him through it, but I will do everything I can. Anka is awake, but there are still eleven more to go. For now, I can help with curing the infected Demonclaw members. I took some of the syringes and walked to one of the frail infected, a woman with red hair that I bet before she was infected was vibrant and full of life. I can’t help but wonder how these people were selected. Were they volunteers? Are they people that Lucian was condemned to death? I can’t imagine anyone volunteering for this, but I can picture that psycho using this as punishment. I considered these things as I injected her with the cure and watched and waited for her to wake up. Pale green eyes blinked at me, and her heart
Maybe if my mind weren’t elsewhere, I’d have been more present during the bigger dinner at the pack house. People had to repeat themselves when they tried to talk to me more than once. And I probably didn’t give Alec’s food the chance it deserved. I am sure it was delicious, but I rushed through eating it and barely took a second to savor anything. Though even if I’d forced myself to slow down and try to savor what I was eating, I have a feeling it would have been tasteless. Again, not knocking Alec’s cooking. But everything revealed at my office has left a bitter taste. Anka infected herself on purpose. The virus was always intended to kill a wolf spirit. Lucian infected his Gamma female and Delta. Everyone infected other than Anka was because they pissed Lucian off, including Persephone. Realizing how horrid he was and that he could have cost Persephone her wolf made me irrationally angry. It made me want to find a way to resurrect the bastard so I could kill him all over again, sl
Fucking hell! This keeps getting worse. I was hoping meeting Daniel would somehow reveal he was innocent in this. Or as innocent as someone forced to create something deadly can be. Instead, Daniel is shitting all over those hopes. He wasn’t forced to do things, at least not that he’s admitting to. He knew what he was doing, and it made me sick. And I could feel how all this was hurting Jonathan. He never voiced it, but I knew he hoped his father could be a victim. But as far as I can see, he’s only a victim of his own stupidity. Outside of some physical similarities, I see nothing about this man reflected in my mate. “What…what kind of person does that?” I demanded. “Who the hell invents things like that? You knew what these things could do. Some scientists get a God complex, but you dared to make an invention that would trick the mate bond. You dared to spit in the face of the Goddess.” I shook my head in disgust. “There is a special place in hell for people like you.” I wrinkled
Sex was a great and fun distraction, but I had trouble sleeping afterward. My mind wouldn’t shut down even in a comfortable bed with Persephone in my arms. And it wasn’t even where my brain was replaying sex or coming up with new inventions. No, it kept going over all the possibilities. My brain was thinking of all the horrible things Daniel had invented. He’s admitted to developing terrible things, and my brain went down a tangent of what else he may have created; each one is worse than the last. Then there is the possibility that some other force is controlling him. Part of me hopes that it’s true. That there is someone else pulling the strings. But then part of me says it’s unlikely. If there was an outside force that controlled his actions, a magical reason behind all of this, wouldn’t Khalid or Isis have identified it by now? Especially as Khalid had to have gotten close enough to put the symbols on him. Based on all accounts of the events from the Incubi war, Amelia Furlan can
I was still trying to puzzle out what Jonathan’s childhood memory could mean. He’s positive that whatever makes Daniel’s behavior seem erratic isn’t witchcraft. And based on what he told me of the memory, it sounds that way. It’s almost like Daniel had a split personality, and Jacira’s shaman power suppressed that vile side we have caught glimpses of. One thing was sure: Lucian attacked Wildclaw to get Daniel, and Daniel knew he was coming for him. But the memory left a lot of new questions. What kind of power would Lucian have that Daniel was certain no one could stand against? Was it something he invented? What kind of insanely evil shit did he make for Lucian? Would it explain why when Bloodmoon arrived to investigate, there weren’t any bodies or signs that Demonclaw was ever there? We agreed to wait until the others arrived before seeing Daniel. I don’t think either of us, especially Jonathan, is in the right frame of mind to see how, anyway. We spent the morning with Kurt and Is
“Sorry fer da intrusion.” Cillian apologized. “She was verra adamant dat we come straight to ya Delta Silvercloud. She dinna tink it could wait.” ‘Who’s she?’ Katrina questioned through my family link. “Luna Anka.” I nodded my head. “We didn’t expect any of you to be here so quickly,” I said. “This is Luna Isis of Silverclaw, Luna Katrina of Nebrodi, and Gammas Amelia and Stephen of Madonie.” I introduced them. “Guys, meet Luna Anka of Demonclaw, her daughter Alpha Mila er Tomila, and her mate Aleph Cillian.” “André will be thrilled to hear that his mate’s title is catching.” Katrina rolled her eyes. “Nice to meet you all.” She added. “Anka, what did you mean you can explain?” Jonathan asked. “It’s all in here.” Anka held out the black folder. It was rather thick, and at the sight of it, Daniel had jumped to his feet only to be held back by the chains. Daniel doesn’t want us to see whatever is in that folder. I glanced at Jonathan and knew that reaction only told us we wanted to