Case and Sev leave to go talk to Chloe. I hope that they all accept each other. Honestly, it would be a huge weight off of my shoulders to know that they had found someone that could make them happy when I couldn’t. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for them, for them to be happy. I’m not stupid enough to think that I ever could give them the happiness and carefree life that Chloe could. There’s too much history between us. And I just don’t know that I’m strong enough to try and make it work. Even though Meredith said that we could eventually repair the bond, could eventually make the love and the sparks and all the good stuff come back, it would take years. And shouldn’t love be easy? I know for humans that it’s harder. Love is something that they have to strive for, fight for. But for wolves, it’s supposed to just click. You’re given your mate and that’s it. You automatically love them. You automatically have no other feelings for any other wolves. They are the other part
Case and I sit in two chairs in Chloe’s room. She’s surprisingly neat for her age. I remember my mom yelling at me every time that she came into my room when I was 19 to clean my room. I never really got the whole cleaning routine down until we started to move from pack to pack, with barely anything to carry with us. We had to be ready to go on a moment’s notice, in case the pack figured out that we were a trio. It keeps you organized, whether you want to be or not.I missed being that young and carefree, having someone else worrying about the big stuff. Really, I just missed having parents that cared for me. Parents that loved me. Too bad that they didn’t try to reason with Case’s dad. Didn’t stand up to him when he threw us out of the pack. Thinking about my new mate, she never had that as a pup. One of the many reasons that I’m glad that we destroyed the Black Night Pack, but also a reason that I wished that we had made their deaths take longer.If she’ll let us, I’ll giv
I can’t believe the clusterfuck that my life has become in the last six hours. Not only have I lost any alliance that I could have possibly had with the wolves, now my coven’s inner circle knows that I can’t have children.What those damn demi-gods said was true. With a barren High Priestess at the helm, the coven will wither and die. We’d seen a recent troubling trend of pregnant witches having complications with carrying their babies, which has led to a couple of stillbirths. The next step would be come spring when the animals started to get pregnant. There would be a rash of miscarriages, still-births, and animals that just couldn’t get pregnant.The Mother aspect of Hecate is the goddess of fertility. That is supposed to be my power. But if I’m barren, my entire coven will be as well. It was half the reason that my mother had kept her alliance with Julian’s pack. We all knew that he was psychotic, but he would willingly give us what we needed to complete the potion to make
Case kneels in front of me on the floor. “Chloe, we love you. Always have. More than as a friend or the little sister that Slade and Kesha see you as. More than as the protector that Rin sees herself as. We love you. We want you to be happy. If you think you’ll be happy with us, we will spend everyday for the rest of our lives making ourselves worthy of that choice. If not…” Case turns to look at Sev before looking back at me. “If not, we’ll complete the rejection.”My heart is hammering in my chest, making it difficult for me to breathe. The thought of being with them scares me half to death. I can’t imagine having that choice taken from me, having someone else decide what will make me happy. But the thought of being without them is even worse. The second Case says that, it’s like my heart stops beating in my chest. I desperately look back and forth between the two of them, begging them to say something else, to stop the pain that’s burning in my chest.Sev stands, putt
I snuggle into Chloe’s body as she faces me, Case snuggling into her back. All of our bodies are sweat-slicked and our breathing is labored. My heart is so full. The feeling of sparks where either of my mates touch me is amazing and comforting and arousing again. I can already feel my cock stirring against Chloe’s legs and her scent is clouding all of my senses. Through the wide open link, I can tell that Case feels the same thing. He shifts in the bed, rubbing his returning erection on Chloe’s ass as he bends down to lay small kisses on her shoulders. I begin to move my hand down her flat stomach, making my way to toy with her clit when her words stop me cold. “We didn’t mark each other.” Just like that, Case and I freeze. It was the hardest thing that either of us have had to do, not marking her as our mate. Letting every male know to back the fuck off, that Chloe is ours. But we had already decided that we wouldn’t push it, even if she did accept us. Which she did in th
Despite everything that I have ever heard about werewolves, I actually really like them. I mean, I wasn’t going to automatically be a bitch to them like Celeste had been ever since we walked into the hotel. That just wasn’t my style. But, at the same time, I had always heard the stereotypes the werewolves were vicious, misogynistic, stupid, bloodthirsty beasts who only cared about fighting and mating. Granted, some of them were a little more hot headed than I was, but that could be said for most humans and witches. Gael, for instance, kept an even temper at almost all times. Diego was hilarious, as was Karamea, though in a more pointed way. Hakeem, Naomi, and Lily were actually very quiet, whereas Sandra and Liam were often fighting like an old married couple who required Bhakti to referee between them. Devin and Arya were extremely down to earth, even though they were demi-gods. And Charlie and Zak were very straight forward, but not rude. All of the males looked to their fe
I’m up the next morning by 5:30 to get ready for our handfasting ceremony. Lunar and solar times are important in our culture. The start of a new day symbolizes new beginnings and I couldn’t think of a better time to have my handfasting with Michael. Surprisingly, Charlie’s there with me. She and I had become close during my time in the pack, but I didn’t expect her to leave her mate and comfortable bed at this time. But she knocked on the door by 5:45 with coffee and muffins in hand. She hurriedly ushered Michael out of the cabin, telling him to make sure that Zak isn’t sleeping in and actually helped him get ready. I quickly shower and we eat before we start getting ready.As she’s fixing my makeup, she chatters about the ceremony and my pregnancy. By 6:30, she’s starting to work on my hair. “I had no idea that this wasn’t your natural hair color.” She’s running her hands through my white blonde locks to get a feel for how my hair behaves.“It’s a special potion that chang
The ceremony was gorgeous. The look of absolute joy on Citra’s face and complete adoration and devotion on Michael’s is why officiating handfastings is one of my favorite things about being a High Priestess. But now, it’s time for the feast. Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. Add mimosa’s, Bloody Mary’s and cake? Shit, I’ll officiate a handfasting every day of the week. And then have to upgrade my gym membership. The cooks ‘put their foot’ in the food as my granny would say. The eggs are soft and pillowy. The grits creamy and full of cheese. The pancakes with the perfect amount of cinnamon. And don’t even get me started on the steak.