I wake to Gregory’s head on my shoulder, his soft snores buzzing in my ears. I pull him into me, snuggling into his neck. I breathe in his sweet scent of magnolia, losing myself in the happiness that I feel whenever I’m around him. “I love you,” I whisper to him, kissing him on the forehead. His arms tighten around me, seemingly a reflex in response to my movement. It cuddles his body into mine, causing the sparks to flare up even more before they start their slow fade to their usual tingle that they become when we touch for more than a few minutes. The feeling is made more potent by the fact that we’re both naked, so every inch of skin is touching. The feeling of pure pleasure that runs through my body causes me to roll my eyes as my head falls back. My entire body bows and my cock begins to thicken and lengthen. Oh, fuck. Every damn morning. Every damn night. Anytime that I feel him asleep beside me like this, my body reacts. I can’t help but want him. He’s like my n
The two best days of my life were the days that I found Jenny and Jamal. The two other parts of my soul. I would have never said it to Jenny or anyone else for that matter, but I had known that I was bisexual since I was 13 years old and I saw my best friend David in his baseball pants. There was no denying it when I would have to make quick exits to the bathroom every time he came up to bat or was at my house after a game. At the same time, though, I had a huge crush on his older sister, who was 14 at the time. That summer, puberty hit her hard and she went from a twig to a full-grown she-wolf. Between the two of them, I’m pretty sure that his parents thought that I was lactose intolerant or something with the amount time I spent in their bathroom when I was at his house. But that was forbidden in our pack. Especially with me being the next in line to be delta and David being the beta-to-be. It didn’t matter what I felt for him. Or what he might have felt for me. Even aft
The trip from Bella’s coven to the Meteoric Rise main packhouse lasts until about mid-afternoon. By that point, I’m itching to get out. To go on the trail of the Riding Hoods. Mom insisted that I stay with her to at least help settle our covens in. I will be meeting up with the wolves and Bella’s hunting party in the morning at Bella’s covendom. Nissa and I will use our gifts to track these bitches down. My strongest gift is tracking. Just like Arthur’s. It’s interesting to me that I have the same affinity that my mother’s first and truest love has, even though we’re not related. I’m hoping that I can convince Arthur to come with us. His exploits are legendary. He took down an entire finagle of Unseelie fairies by himself. Located a herd of boggarts that was terrorizing a countryside. He even found a nuckelavee that had been terrorizing the coast of Nova Scotia. He’s done things that no one else has been able to do. And that’s why I wanted him with us. He has the bes
I’ve been in an almost catatonic stupor since I touched that border. I know what’s happening, but I can’t respond. The pain. The shock. The guilt. And my idiocy. They all came crashing down on me. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it. There’s nothing I can do to save myself. My only option is to save my people. But how? How do I make the packs and the covens trust me? How do I get them to go along with what Morgana wants? Because that’s the only way to get my people out. To make it so they’re safe. I have to convince Bella so that she can persuade the packs. How? How? HOW? And that’s when I know what to do. I have to tell them the truth. It’s the only way that they’ll believe me. It’s the only way that they’ll help. But first I have to contact Morgana. I have to stop her from hurting my people. Lifting my foot up, I pull the coin out of my shoe. Running my fingers over the raised pattern, during the coin blue. Morgana’s voice fills my mind. “Celeste! W
I’m in the process of a feed with Christine and Jared when my phone rings. I’m sitting on the couch, holed up in the corner against the arm with a Boppy holding Jared up on one side and a pillow propped up on the couch arm supporting Christine. Both pups are in a football hold and feeding simultaneously, which is what I’ve found is the easiest for all of us. But, as they get bigger, it’s getting harder to do this by myself. They’re only two months old and I need either Brandon or Zak to help me just getting them settled in, since getting them to latch without hurting me is a two hand job. Can’t imagine what it’ll be like by the time we hit summer time. Looking down at my phone on the table, Zak says, “It’s Bella.” “Hands a little full here, babe. You’re gonna have to answer it,” I say. He rolls his eyes, as if to say ‘No really?’, but doesn’t say anything as he answers the phone, putting it on speaker. “Hey, Bella! It’s Zak, but you’re on speaker with me and Charlie. She’
We call the Alpha Council meeting an hour later, not just looping in Bella and the witches with her, but also the witches that are in Bella’s covendom, the wolves that are flying to help with the tracking, and the alphas from the West Coast that Roman and Erick had rounded up so far. Teleconference calls were never as popular as they have been since we started a war seven months ago. Wouldn’t the humans be surprised to know that their companies are doing well because of werewolves and a pack war they knew nothing about? They’d lose their ever-loving minds. “We all on?” Zak asks. “Yup,” Jamal says. “We’re here,” Bella responds. “Yo,” one of the West Coast guys says. Based on Slade’s eye roll, I’m assuming that’s Roman. Zak gives a little chuckle. Based on what Slade has told us, Roman and Erick are going to fit in with the group perfectly. “Alright. This is the first time that all of us have gotten to talk with each other and it’ll be a while before we all meet in person, b
That voice. I don’t know what it is about Bella’s voice, but I just want to talk to her all day. It’s mesmerizing. I look over and see Gregory has a faint smile on his face, his eyes slightly dazed. I can tell he likes listening to Bella just as much as I do. She’s obviously a very strong and independent female, but there is also something compassionate and vulnerable there too. Something sad. I’d love to talk to her more, but we’ve got other things to worry about. Like tracking down these sadistic, psycho witches. Once we’re off the call with the big group, we have our own conference call with the witches on the ground at Bella’s covendom and Bronwyn, Arthur, and Nissa. After a round of introductions, we quickly get down to business. “So we’ve got a total of 10 witches and 20 wolves. I think that all the wolves at least need to go to the Riding Hoods’ encampments and to Celeste’s covendom to see if we can get the scent of the witches,” Gregory begins. Ever the planner my
“I’m saying that Bella is your second chance mate,” Meredith says. No. No. No, no, no. I’m not ready. I’m not ready at all to meet this mate. Not that I don’t want a second chance mate. Eventually, I’d be happy for us to find her. But Jenny hasn’t even been dead for six months. It’s too soon. It’s too fucking soon. I don’t realize until Jamal has his hands on my face, his fear-laced voice cutting through my brain fog, that I’m hyperventilating. My heartbeat is pounding in my chest like I’ve been running marathon, though I haven’t taken a step. Sweat breaks out on my brow, upper lip, and under my arms. Sounds echo in my ears and I can’t understand what’s being said. “Sit down,” he says firmly into my face. He basically shoves me into a chair and pushes my head between my knees. “Breathe, Gregory. It’s ok. Just breathe.” Meanwhile, Meredith’s panic-stricken voice is screaming from the phone, “What the fuck is going on? Are you guys ok? What’s happening? Somebody an