Kayleigh “Gosh! Kinsley, you scared me!” Of course. The last person I want to see is the person the Moon Goddess sends here. “I didn’t peg you for a scaredy-cat.” She comes closer and I get a better view of her. Tall, lean, and pretty. Correction, deadly gorgeous. Even in the dark. Jealousy—another new feeling I’m just now getting acquainted with. No one had made me feel less attractive and inadequate until I met Kinsley. “I’m not a scaredy-cat. I just thought only Cillian and I were the only people awake at this time.” “Listen. It’s better if you know now. Wherever Cillian is, expect me to be somewhere nearby.” It’s not hard to notice the aloofness in her voice. “What’s the deal between you two, anyway? Are you together?” If Cillian won’t tell me, maybe she will. “What did he tell you?” Her words are laced with disdain. “He won’t answer the question.” I brace myself for her response. “Well, what do you think?” “What I think is not what matters. I want to know what you two ha

Cillian In Alpha 101, it’s drilled in our heads that the price of being a great Alpha is duty. Duty to his Luna and to his pack. The responsibility of leading the pack has been planted in my head since I was a child. It is a seed that grows in my heart, mind, and soul. I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t bettering or preparing myself to be the Alpha of Blue Blood. It is my whole being. It’s all I’ve ever known. Pack duty above all else—that has been my mantra for as long as I can remember. So even now, when I should be courting my mate, winning her over, making her like me and wooing her to fall for me, I’m here at the Friday night bonfire for the end-of-the-week pack run instead. Such is the life of an Alpha heir. It wouldn’t be so bad if Kayleigh was here, at least I’d have a pretty face to look at. But she wasn’t in her room when I went to check on her at noon. I was going to take her out to lunch. Apparently, someone already did. I’m sure it

Chapter 15: My Beautiful Mess Cillian “What am I doing here? The question is, what are you doing here?” I roar in response to her question. My growl must have been so loud that it sends the nighthawks and owls scattering in the dark sky, fleeing the trees that shelter them at night. Not taking my eyes away from my beautiful mess, I set my steps to approach her. The mixture of urgency and earnestness to rip Kayleigh away from Andrei is strong. Wary of how my actions could hurt Kayleigh, I force myself to calm down. “Kayleigh, what is this about?” I make a show of looking repelled by what they were doing, hoping to hide the jealousy that’s steeping inside me. “This is none of your business, Cillian. Please leave us alone. I need to do this ritual.” She pulls her hand away from Andrei’s when she sees my gaze move from her face to their hands fastened to each other’s. As crazy as that sounds, that small gesture gives me a little hope. Hope that she doesn’t want to hurt my feelings be

Kayleigh Vilma and the twins are leading this week’s training. Vilma is one of the best warriors among the Wolf Blood circle. Just to be around her is already a privilege. Growing up, I was fortunate to have the Medici family as a permanent presence in my life. The first two days, we trained with Vilma and several of her assistants on combat skills and martial arts. Yesterday, we started the she-wolves pack-run led by Gisella. It’s an overnight trek along the Ozark Mountains. The same trail the guys took during the Alpha run. We travelled by foot during the day and, while they shifted into their wolves last night, I ran. This didn’t deter me at all. I’m a fast runner, even surpassing some of the wolves last night. What I couldn’t do as a wolf, I made sure—Gio and Gisella made sure—that I made up for it with my human skills. Last year, when my parents and Vilma realized that my wolf wasn’t emerging anytime soon, they prepared me in oth

Kayleigh It feels like we’ve been going at it for several hours now, but in reality it’s only been fifteen minutes. Kinsley is stronger than she looks. My only advantage is being faster. But even that didn’t help me with the last two punches on my torso and her round kick that sent me flying in the air. My face is plastered on the dry ground, just inches inside the makeshift circle drawn using water as marker. Not sure what hurts more, the impact of my fall or my face scratching the grainy dirt. “I would suggest you stay down, kissing the gravel, if you want to make it to your 18th birthday with your dignity intact.” Kinsley wipes the blood dripping from her nose as she sputters words that she thinks will threaten me. I managed to land consecutive uppercuts on her pretty face before she put me in this position. I can tell that it did a number on her. I get up, not bothering to shake off the dirt and small pebbles that stuck on my body. “Less chat