**6 Months later***“Laney!” Rome calls out in my room as I quickly pull my robe over my body. Lachlan chuckles as he wraps a towel around his waist, shaking his head.“You know, for someone who is always getting caught screwing her mate, she does a great job of interrupting us.” He mutters, placing a kiss on the side of my wet head as I bend down to wrap it in a towel. “In my defense I waited until after.” Rome says pushing the bathroom door open. I glower at her.“Really Rome? Not an ounce of damn privacy in my own freaking temple?” I say, slightly annoyed. Since she got back to the temple, she has either just trounced in on Lach and me in precarious positions or right after commenting on the scent of sex lingering in the room.“Look, I was gone long enough for you guys to already have a pup brewing.”I look at Lachlan, trying to keep my anger controlled. He, however, seems amused by her comment. “I wasn’t aware that we were trying to get pregnant.” Lach says with a shrug. “Not th
***10 Years Later****Lachlan POV*Millie and Ryan sit on the chair outside the bedroom door, their eyes wide as they listen to their Aunt Rome scream as though she is in a fight for her life. And she might very well be at this rate. I wring my hands nervously as I wait for Laney to mind link me with whatever else they might need.Ryan reaches out to hold Millie’s small hand as he gives her a comforting smile. Her green eyes fill with fear as she looks at her twin brother and offers him a soft smile. These two are just like Laney and Rome. In the sense, they are completely different. While Millie has a darker complexion and deep green eyes, Ryan has the white blonde hair and golden eyes like his Aunt Rome.And then there is Adora. The spit fire third born five-year-old who gives us all a run for our money. Her red hair blazes like her attitude and her oversized sweet brown eyes lend her an air of innocence that gets her out of everything. Speaking of the monster herself…“Daddy!” she
Hey Readers! Just wanted to thank you quick for sticking with me! This isn't my typical type of story being as it was my first venture with rebirth/reincarnation. I appreciate all the gems and encouragement i have recieved thus far! With my pregnancy and family sickness, my updates became a little sporadic and I apologize for that. I generally write, edit and post chapters the same day, so if I don;t have the brain power to write, I must take the time away to not have the story suffer. So I appreciate teh understanding. Please check out my newest story coming to the app! It should hopefully be up before the end of 2022! The Alpha's Obsession: His Forced Mate. It is a best friends to enemies to lovers trope taht I really think many of my readers who enjoyed my Guardian series will like! Happy Holidays from me to you! Miri
Chapter 1:**Delaney POV**The tree bark bites into my flesh with every heavy rise and fall of my overworking chest. It feels like I have been running for fucking hours when in actuality it’s been maybe fifteen minutes. I force myself to breathe. In through your nose and out through your mouth, Laney. I need to calm the hell down because there is no way I am letting them catch me. Even as their voices echo in the distance as they grow closer. I whimper a little, my false bravado is wavering. When these jerks first came across me, they promised they didn’t want to hurt me, but I’ve heard those lies before and I have the scars to prove it. I have lived on the streets long enough to know when someone wants more than they say. I lived through the adage that actions speak volumes and words are useless. Words are just lies without action behind them. And I live a life full of action, at the present, I am tempted to admit maybe it’s a little too much action. Of course, it all had to happen
Chapter 2:By the time I break through the trees and find the back of a brick building, I realize how delusional my dream had been. No one is here to save me but myself. I square my shoulders and slink across the rocky pavement, my bare feet hating the tiny rocks that intrude on my tender footpad. The door on this side of the building is solid metal with a small janky sign telling me it’s ‘Pop’s sports equipment’.I place my hand on the handle and yank hard, ripping the door from its hinges with a surprised yelp. Apparently, I somehow grew Hulk-sized muscles without getting any bigger. I gingerly place the door to the side as I enter the dark back room. Here is hoping that Pop stocks more than sports equipment. Like clothing and shoes. My stomach grumbles, protesting that I have neglected it for this long. I roll my eyes and pat my flat surface. Maybe I can find some snacks too.I am not disappointed when I find a whole woman’s section with soft workout clothing and some pretty sleek
Chapter 3:The trees rustle as I giggle and run through an otherworldly dream. These feelings of happiness and excitement aren’t mine, yet the body is. It’s been a while since I’ve dreamt like this. Being aware of my body slumbering but my mind wandering back to the place of solitude. Back to him. I’ve never known his name. Only his touch, the one that always vanishes from my body when I wake up.When he catches me at the shimmering waterfall, he takes my hand and drags me to his chest. His calloused, warm fingers play across the plane of my cheek. His eyes wander over my face, memorizing it for the terrible day we may no longer be together.“I have never loved like this before.” His voice is husky and I want to bathe in its refreshing toneThis is where it always ends. These dreams have saved me from many a nightmare. They always end with a kiss that takes my breath away and bars me from ever wanting anyone other than the man I dreamed up. But instead of leaning in for a kiss this ti
***Falcon POV***The red-haired girl lies limp in my arms as I gape down at her. Her freckled cheeks smudged with dirt and wet from what I can only assume are tears, yet she is still as perfect as ever. She looks different from expected. Which is alarming considering in every life she has always been white-haired with eyes that draw you in like the sticky honey they resemble. I lean in, my nose close, but not touching her neck as I inhale. She smells the same, and her aura… She must be the Luna. Or is she? Who knows what curses the witches of this world have added to the hell she and I have both had to endure life and life again? She groans as I lift her in my arms, moving to my makeshift bed and laying her down. The mattress made of leaves will have to do for her highness tonight. As I draw away from her, my eyes latch onto the huge dirty hole in her sweatshirt. I reach out, yanking her shirt up and examining the rough scab on her right side, midway up her ribcage. The scab is wide
“What is it exactly you need help with?” I ask Laney, quirking a brow. She sighs and rests the bowl on her knees before turning her fiery green eyes on me. “What is a Luna?”I’m not truly convinced she doesn’t remember our pasts, but she looks confused enough that I take the bait.“A Luna is a queen among the werewolves.”“And are there, like, a lot of Lunas?” She lowers her gaze to her stew, stirring it aimlessly with her spoon. “There are smaller pack Luna’s, yes. But there is only one true Luna.”I can feel my phone vibrate against my leg and I curse, knowing exactly who it is. I hold up my finger to her to pause the conversation and stand reaching into my pocket and answering it. “You are late,” the surly old man on the other end grumbles.“Yes, Edgar, I am.” I sigh.“Should we expect you sometime in the future?” he snaps, and I roll my eyes. “I think perhaps you should take the time to remember where you stand in this arrangement” I glance at Laney who is trying to make it lo