“Ah! Ah! Ah!”  Intense sparks of heat and pleasure flooded my entire self as one of my hands were tangled in Emrys’ inky black curls and my other clutching onto his chest, moans of mine overpowered my mates grunts

(Before I begin the chapter, thanks so much for reading, and I'd like to point out that I am still writing this book. Updates will come when they come, I hope to have two or three a week until it is finished, and I am in college, so don't forget that. I love you all so I want my chapters to be the best they can be and not rushed.) *Emrys’ POV*

*Emrys’ POV* Ever since I was a child, I had found such peace in the darkness since it was the only place that comforted me when I had no one else… Darkness was always there for me, it knew how to let m

Tears pooled in my stinging eyes as I watched the event before me unfold.Around me, the air smelled like freshly cut pine and fallen rain that was perfectly blended with the roaring fire which was homed in white marble hearth, people dressed in all colors and outfits smiled, and I stood next to my mate as King Anton and Queen Emily let Emrys finish his acceptance speech.“And,” My breathtaking mate finished, stormy eyes overseeing every person in the throne room, never missing anyone. “I thank all of you for both your time today and your support over the years past and years to come.”Claps roared out as Emrys finished his speech, the orchestra beginning their soft notes that carried the new found happiness of my new pack, my new home, and I couldn’t help but shed a tear or two when this warm feeling of belonging bloomed within my chest; right when Emrys was crowned, I too was brought out and introduced as Emrys’ mate and the new Luna of Knights.The days that had followed Kyrell’s de

“Payback is a bitch,” I nodded, looking out to the small group of people that was growing by the second; each person one of our guards, spies, and belonged underneath Emrys’ and I’s authority.  “I can’t believe he went through with it,” I chuckled and nodded towards a dancing Laker, his tutu a soft shell pink while his brown hair was covered in sparkles. “I’m surprised he’s not throwing a fit,”“Oh,” My best friend and heavily impregnated friend laughed, watching her mate spin twice to the beat of some classical music song. “He did… But once I threatened to make him do this but in