Twenty Roman Eliot Here is the thing about mates: half of it is magic, half of it is choice. The moon god wants something to happen and so it does. But sometimes, there are mates that even the gods themselves wouldn’t be stupid enough to interfere with. It’s as if the universe senses that if you came between them, they’d destroy the world for each other. So, you don’t mess with either one unless you want the world to end. That was Aion and his mate. When it had happened, it had caused such a stir that the pack had refused to let her in the building even. No matter what Roman’s father or Roman said. That’s because Aion’s mate wasn’t another werewolf, or even a witch. Aion’s mate was a vampire. Lucille West. She’d been around for a few centuries, and had a complicated relationship with monster hunters. That combined with the fact that she was a vampire made her an enemy in the world of Powerists. Lucille would sell you out and then save you in the same day. She was not to be

Twenty-two:Roman Eliot “They should be back by now! It’s almost dawn,” Roman hissed. He was in the living room of his home, waiting with Aion and Ares. Aion sat by the window looking for Lucy and Nora. While Ares sat calmly in one of the chairs nearby, with a book in hand. “Will you relax?” Ares said. “It isn’t as if she’s some boring, human girl. She’s a witch. And she’s being rescued by a centuries old vampire who knows what she’s doing. She’ll be fine.” Roman glared at Ares. “I’m surprised you’re not more concerned. Your mate is missing too.” “I’m fairly certain my mate is a traitorous bitch, based on what Aion told me,” said Ares with a snarl, “she’s been spying on Nora from the sounds of it. I don’t appreciate liars.” “She’s made a mistake,” said Roman, “besides, “we don’t know that it was Winter who was responsible for that Scrying stone.” “We don’t not know that either. I’m not a trusting perso

Twenty-fourRoman Eliot“What did you do to her?” Aion asked when Nora had left.Roman furrowed his brows together. “What are you talking about?”“I’m talking about Nora,” he said, “she looked very bothered about something. And by that, I mean hot and bothered.”Roman growled. “Never use the phrase ‘hot and bothered’ in reference to my Luna. Alright?”Aion chuckled. “Fine, only making an observation.”He smirked. “I didn’t do anything to her. Only, I let her make the choice about whether or not we were going to have sex. And then she got very flustered and left.”Aion smirked. “You’re evil.”He shrugged. “I’m only doing what a mature, responsible young man should do before having sexual relations. Asking for consent.”“You’re still evil,” Aion said.Roman then noticed bite marks on Aion’s neck. He raised an eyebrow. “Did Lucy stay? You know she’s always welcome here.”Aion rolled his eyes. “No, she’s not welcome here. The rest of the pack have made that very clear by the several times

Twenty-sixRoman Eliot She tasted better than he imagined. He had to lick her pussy first. He’d been dreaming about it since he had found her on the subway. And while his tongue was in between her folds, he could feel Nora shivering beneath him. When he thought he had tasted her enough (there would never be enough) he took his head out from in between her legs then stuck a finger inside her. “Oh Nora,” he said, “Princess, I like how wet you feel for me. You’re dripping.” He rubbed in between her folds and he could feel her shivering underneath him. He took his finger out, and he licked the white cum off of his fingers. He had to admit when Nora had told him that she had had other boyfriends before him. But it didn’t matter. When he fucked her, he would make sure that she forgot all about anyone else. Roman trailed kisses down her stomach, then held onto her hands tightly. “I’m going to fuck you now, Nora. I’m going to make it so that you

Twenty-eight:Roman Eliot This was always the difficulty with witches as mates. There was always someone coming after them for their power. Nora’s parents had been killed by a shapeshifter because her family’s coven hadn’t wanted her mate to be a werewolf. To be him. Now, there was some warlock trying to claim what was his. He wouldn’t let that happen. When she woke, gasping, and told him of the dream he’d had it took everything in Roman’s power not to shift then and there. The wolf inside of him wanted to chase after Merrick Maddox and tear him to shreds until there was nothing left but his blood and bones. Instead, he listened to her, then they got up and dressed. Together, they went to his study. “Aion’s off with Lucy trying to find someone to help us with getting Winters enchantment taken off. But I thought we could talk with Ares about his brother, like you mentioned,” he told her. “That’s good,” said Nora, “because I actually have