Hey friends! We're coming down to the wire on the book. Going to start wrapping things up into a (hopefully) nice tidy little bow and then we'll go back to the prequel. Leave me some love and let me know what you think. See you soon!
“Pivot! Pivot!” Devin cries out. “If you don’t stop with the damn Friends reference, I’ll fucking pivot this bed frame up your ass!” I grind out at him. “What crawled up your ass and died? Charlie and Zak not give you any last night?” Devin asked me. “Dude, Christy and Jerry are teething. I slept with her on my chest, while Zak slept with Jerry on his, and Charlie slept with ice packs on her tits from them biting them. It fucking sucks!” I whine. I know I’m whining, but these past few days have been awful. Devin conspicuously doesn’t say anything. I look at him as we angle the bed frame into the room, waiting for him to agree, since he’s got two month old twins and a four and a half month old pup at home. But he still doesn’t say anything.Devin and I are bringing in furniture to “Homestead,” which is what we’re calling the orphanage. There were several new orphanage ups coming in, along with some kids from Celeste’s coven that we found. Finally, after three months of se
Jamal and Gregory had mindlinked me to let me know that Nathan had experienced a huge wave of emotion from Citra. They were running a little late, but they would be coming. Naomi also wanted to warn me that Citra was having a really hard time with everything that was going on, not because of anything that we had done, but because of her past. Seems like we’ve got a lot to talk about. This also is going to change the focus of today’s lesson. Nathan is five years old and has obviously found his power as an empath, though I also feel that there are elements of psychometry, meaning that he can see into a person’s past, and seeing, meaning that he gets flashes of the future. The fact that his empath powers are so strong at such a young age shows that he is going to be an amazing witch, as well as a powerful alpha. All of these traits, when honed, could lead his pack to huge amounts of power, should he chose to go that route. But first, we need to teach him how to control his power
I’ve felt Bella’s excitement through the matebond all day, but she’s not answering any questions about what’s going on. She just keeps saying that she has a surprise for us when we get home. I give a seductive growl through the mindlink saying that we can come home now if she wants, but she refuses, telling us that she needs time to set everything up.So, we don’t go home until 5:00 when all our meetings are done.We walk inside to the smell of BBQ ribs, cornbread, collard greens, corn on the cob, and coleslaw.“Damn!” Gregory says, both of our mouths watering at the smells coming from the kitchen. Both of us know that Bella didn’t cook this. For all of our mate’s vast and many talents, cooking isn’t one of them. Though she definitely knows how to handle any meat we give her.“Hey, Bells! What’s with all the - oh fuck!” I had started to ask Bella what was with all the food, but when I look up, I see her framed in the doorway and I completely lose my words.She is leaning with
Two months later… Naomi had a presentation today with the new warriors in training, along with Jamal and Arya, to describe what the alphas expect of their warriors, along with mundane things, such as border patrol schedules, benefits, pay, and the like. Why the alpha had to do this particular presentation? I have no idea. But it helped Jamal and Naomi remain a presence in their warriors’ training and get information from the trainers. So, I was hanging with Nathan over at Hawk’s house with Hawk and Citra. Both had taken up the mantel of becoming High Priest and Priestess of the combined Mother coven just last month and had taken over Nathan’s training as well. Nathan’s grandmother had been a part of Citra and Celeste’s coven, mating with Julian’s father. So, that technically made him a part of the Mother coven and under the jurisdiction of Citra and Hawk. Though they still received help from Bella in training Nathan, they had taken over his education about his gifts.
Kesha is extremely woozy, her heart rate and that of our pup’s falling dramatically in the last few minutes. The pup is stuck. Apparently Kesha’s body cannot make room for the pup to come out of the birth canal and be born no matter what they do. I’m so scared. I’ve been in battle with wolves more ferocious than feral wolves, taking on three and four at a time on my own. I’ve faced these demented witches. And even with all that, I’ve never been this scared. My mate. My perfect, beautiful mate. And my unborn pup. Their lives are in danger. A she-wolf’s body is made to care for her pup. To create life, to sustain life within their bodies. To defend their pup when their pup is in and out of their body. If the she-wolf isn’t able to give birth naturally…something is really wrong. C-sections aren’t unheard of in the wolf community, but they are rare. It’s only used during times of great distress for the pup and the she-wolf, meaning one or both of them are in imminent dange
Thank Hecate that everyone in leadership was at Kesha and Chloe’s birth. It gave me plenty of time to sneak in the rogues so that we could get Celeste and get out of here. Five months. Five months since I last touched Winnie. Five months since her scent, as mixed with the hospital antiseptic smells, filled my nose. Five months since my world was turned upside down. I’ll never feel whole again. But, if I can just get to Morgana. If I can just give her what she wants. I could just have a small part of Winnie with me forever. That’s all I can focus on. It’s all I can think about. My sole life’s purpose. I don’t care what it takes. I will do it. Which is why I told the Riding Hoods where our location is. Over the last five months, we have been observing the patrols. The packhouse that we’re at is in the center of Texas. They would have to go through one of the satellite territories just to get to us. There was also the matter of getting Celeste out. Morgana insi
In the moments just before my eyes opened, I willed the last 48 hours to be a dream. I willed myself to be back in the boring prison that Bella and the two councils had created for me. But the cold feeling of the shackles against my skin, the ache in my core, the hard bed beneath my body that my wrists and ankles were attached to assured me that it wasn’t. My mate was curled up against me, his body positioned so that his flaccid, but still enormous, dick was pressed against my outer lips. I felt raw. Abused. Bruises littered my skin. Scratches burned across my lower body from my mate’s claws where he gripped me. Hickies were all over my neck and chest. Everything hurts. After my mate marked me, his hand over my mouth so I couldn’t scream, I passed out from the combination of pain and pleasure. When I woke, I was draped across this male’s lap, his bulge hard against my cheek. “How much further until the cabin?” he growls out, a possessive hand on my ass. “About 10 minutes
1 month later… “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Nathan! Happy Birthday to you!” August 28th. My little guy is 6 years old. There is such a huge crowd here for my pup’s birthday that none of the buildings could hold us. Everyone from our pack, all of the wolves from the Artemis pack, all the witches that were at this satellite location, all of the trios and their pups, all of the alphas from the Alpha Council with their lunas and pups, and every pup from Nathan’s entire school and Homestead was here. All told, there were about 400 wolves gathered together throughout our packland for a six year old’s birthday party. Thank the Goddess that we’d said no gifts. Can you imagine trying to find places for all of those presents? Instead, we had everyone pay into a fund in Nathan’s name. We were using it to build playgrounds in all six satellite locations. Nathan was going to help us create them to include a toddler park, a park for younger k