Do you know the saying that money can move mountains? Well, it might not be able to move a mountain literally, not that I’d want to relocate a mountain. That sounds ridiculous. But when you tell the pack contractor that money isn’t a problem, the only delays that can come are weather and product delivery. What could and probably should have taken a construction company a year or longer to complete was nearly finished in four months. Donovan has assured Persephone and me that our home will be ready and waiting for us to return from our honeymoon in late December. This is fine since we spend most of our time in the bunker or the lab in the office. We’ve had a lot on our plates, and I trust Donovan and his crew to get the job done and done right. You’d think wedding planning would be one of those things. And if we were any other couple, it probably would be, but we aren’t exactly normal. Persephone suggested we go to the courthouse in Portland and call it a day. I was on board with this

It’s been just over a year since Persephone came into my life. Meeting her has turned my world upside down in the best ways. Even if there were something negative to say about my PP (Post Persephone) life, I would never speak of it and deny it exists. Because even the negative that came from the turmoil of Lucian’s evil plans only brought us closer and helped me move forward from a past I spent years ignoring. I met my father, which was not the best moment of my life, but still nice to know he was alive. I’m still unsure how I feel about him, but I’ve dedicated myself to finding a treatment for his unique form of D.I.D. that his stupid super soldier serum created. It was a rough start. We could find a way to counter all but one ingredient from his original formula. Of course, he’d have to use an extinct plant. But our search for a treatment led to some awesome places. Like I got to see my mom or a remnant of her shaman power she stored in her pendant. And her gift for me and Persepho

The following chapters will be for the bonus story Cult of Love. Some events will overlap with events that took place in The Genius Delta.Cult Of LoveRohan Rock - I’m the Humpty Dumpty of Bloodmoon. My heart was shattered three years ago, and I firmly believed there was no going back. I’ve kept my heartbreak and shame private. I never expected my work would bring me a second chance. I should be on cloud nine, but my second chance is a human that knows nothing about our world and is mute. I know a werewolf and a human can be mates, but will she accept me? Can she accept what I am?Shikoba Thorn - Dating has never been easy for me. The men I've been attracted to can't see past my transition. As much as I would like to find love, I'd rather be alone than pretend to be someone else. It makes me envy Silvercloud and his cult, who firmly believe in soulmates and love at first sight. I don't believe in either of those things. But after one handshake with Rohan, I'm starting to. Did I drink

WHAT THE FUCK!? He must be joking. I honestly wouldn’t put it past Jonathan to be joking about something like this. It’s not an okay joke to make. Especially since it’s not April Fools’ Day, he tells me he is a werewolf along with the Kinsley brothers and that this security guard he just last night asked me to pull background on is my soulmate and then WALKS away! He walked away to get laid. He left me in awkward silence with a stranger who thought I was his soulmate. What kind of asshole boss, let alone a FRIEND, does that to a person? I get he’s in some crazy ass cult, but he doesn’t need to pull me into this shit. I’ve spent four years ignoring the obvious cult nature that dominated his and the Kinsley brothers’ lives. Why drag me into it now? I am not anyone’s soulmate. I don’t even believe in that. Soulmates love at first sight, true love, etc., all that shit is a fantasy. It is MAKE BELIEVE! It exists in books and movies to try and build this false sense of hope in a hopeless w

Jonathan is in for such a lecture the next time I see him. He knows better than anyone to respect people’s privacy and never give out someone’s confidential information like their phone number or address. I get that they are in a cult… er pack whatever together, but that doesn’t mean he should just be offering this information to Rohan without my consent. I must be out of my damn mind to let him come here. I glanced around my apartment, relieved that I kept it tidy so nothing embarrassing for him to see accidentally. I’m good if he doesn’t go into my bedroom or the bathroom. Just because he knows I’m transgender does NOT mean I need him snooping around my bathroom and seeing the medicines I take as part of my hormone therapy or my tuck kit. A big difference between knowing I’m trans and having the proof in your face. Then I glanced at my outfit and realized I was not dressed for company. I’m untucked, wearing sweatpants and my old PSU tee without a bra. My hair is still damp from th