TenRoman Eliot Roman has had many dinners with his pack before. They all gather in the dining hall, lined with tables so everyone that lived in The Stellarum could eat together. Young and old alike. Although for werewolves, that line usually blurred. Shifting made it so that they lived long lives. As long as they could shift, it was hard to kill them and they usually healed swiftly from most things.His mother and father were at the head of the table, centered in the middle for everyone to see. He entered with Nora on his arm. The dress that she had picked was perfect for her. He had dreamed of this moment. Nora meeting his parents, in that exact dress. It was why he had bought it.His father stood when he saw him. “My boy!”Roman smiled at him. His father, Remington Eliot, was a tall man, who had short, greying hair and gold eyes. The same gold that all alphas and their heirs had. “Dad,” he said with a smile, “This is Nora.”He smiled over at her. “Nora Connolly, you have no idea h

TwelveRoman EliotThere was something wrong.First, he was overwhelmed by fear. Panic. Emotions that he didn’t normally have, because as next in line to be alpha, he didn’t have the luxury of those emotions. Then there was a heaviness. Something he had never felt before, as if something was gone.His cell phone rang then, and Roman answered them. “Aion?”“They’re both gone.”Roman didn’t know how to answer that. “They’re both gone?” he asked. “Tell me that you’re not talking about Nora and Winter.”“Who the fuck else do you think that I’d be talking about?”Roman glanced around the room. The pack was still eating, talking, and laughing the way that all pack dinners were. They might not have all been related, but they were still family. They were all bound by their loyalty to each other. “I sent you to protect Nora. And you should have protected Winter too. How did this happen?”“When I took Nora back to her room, Winter wasn’t answering. I went in to check on her. And the room to the

FourteenRoman EliotShe was alive.She was in a room he had never seen before, but she was alive, and she wasn’t pushing him away as he wrapped her in my arms. He cupped her face in my hands and brushed back some her hair from her face. “Are you okay?” he asked.She looked up at me. “Is there anyone with you?”“There’s a bunch of people looking for you,” he said, “I meant to tell you. You can’t just go wandering around here. The buildings magic.”Nora pulled away from him. He hated that. He hated her not being in his arms. Hated how much distance there was between them even though she was right in front of him. They didn’t know each other yet. And so that mate connection was there, but not the way that it should have been.It was faint. And if he had found her sooner, that would have been completely different. But something had kept him from her. It made him angry every, single time he thought about that. “There’s magic in the building?” Nora asked.

SixteenRoman Eliot“Have you two fucked yet?” this came from Glinda as they walked to her apartment.He glanced over at Nora, who was blushing. He smirked. “No, we haven’t. But we’ve only known each other for two days, Glin. Why do you ask?”Glinda stopped walking and turned to look at her. “Because your girl is in a world of trouble. And she’s going to need all of the help that she could get. Isn’t sex how you make it so that she has werewolf powers, or whatever?”Roman sighed. “Glin, you’ve been friends with me for a while now. You know that’s not how it works. Mates only get werewolf powers after they have children. It’s not just about sex.”“Are you sure?” Glinda asked.“I’m positive,” he said, “besides, as long as she’s with me, Nora’s always going to be safe. I will always put her life before mine.” Nora glanced his way with a curious look on her face. “You barely know me.” “You have to be the only woman that doesn’t get how this works,” he said, “I am y

Eighteen Roman Eliot He didn’t tell Nora that he was worried. He didn’t want her to think that he was upset about her being a witch. And now that Glinda had confirmed that she wasn’t just a witch, she was something else, it made him worry. Worse, Glinda was the most powerful witch that he knew and she was sending him and his mate to a wizard. An off-brand warlock. Someone not born with magic, but who injected it into their blood. The magical equivalent of a drug dealer. But she had let him kiss her finally. And she was reading his thoughts. They were moving in the right direction. She trusted him, even though they barely knew each other. But everything inside of him was screaming that this was a bad idea. It had taken so long to get Nora and now there was someone trying to take her away from him again. “Are you okay?” Nora asked. He glanced over at her. “I’m fine. Why?” “Because,” said Nora, “we got to Mordred’s mansion ages ago, and it’s been almost ten minutes, and you