Semua Bab Mother, May I: Bab 51 - Bab 60

I feel like I’m experiencing déjà vu from when Nyx was first taken. Here Nathan is again, refusing to leave the coven library as he tries to find a way to get her back.When Freya returned and told Nathan that she’d seen Nyx on the Astral Plane, it was like he’d been hit by a brick. His face went ashen, and he sank to his knees right there in the ceremony room.But when she told him he’d still have to kill Nyx—and that Nyx had enabled Freya and Nathan to have a pup—it damn near broke him. I watched my pup, my strong, stubborn, brave son, curl into himself and sob so heartbreakingly that everyone around us felt it.I think Nathan pushed away all thoughts of Nyx out of necessity. He knew the next time he saw her, he’d have to kill her. So he let himself get caught up in Freya. Not that I blame him—he clearly cares about her, wants to be with her—but I think part of him was using that relationship to forget his obligations in the prophecy.Again, I don’t blame him. But it’s brought him to

I didn’t spend the night with Hermes, Alex, and JoJo, no matter how much I wanted to.JoJo told me I wasn’t ready. She said I needed to be sure—really sure—that I was ready to mark each of my mates. And when she asked me if I was…I hesitated.Believe me, I’ve been beating myself up about it ever since.Why did I hesitate? Fuck if I know.Honestly, I think it’s because I know Alex and JoJo really well—but I don’t really know Hermes. And it’s hard to commit to someone for the rest of your life when you haven’t had time to know them.Yeah, yeah—I get it. Plenty of wolves mate on the spot. I know the drill. But Alex is basically my adoptive brother, and JoJo’s been part of my life since we were in diapers. That’s not the same thing.I’ve moved past it, though. I’ve accepted Hermes as mine. I want him. I’m just… taking a beat.My mates seem to understand. They've been nothing but patient—except after lights out. That’s when the distance sets in.And I’m done with it.I wake up with the sunr

I love feeling you back inside my mind, I mindlink to Jacob. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.He pulls me onto his chest, kissing me deeply. As his tongue lazily circles mine, suckling at it, his voice flows through the link: I’ve missed you just as much, baby. I love you.I love you too, I whisper back.“Fuck, you two are so sexy together,” Hermes murmurs, his voice thick with desire. I can feel it rolling off of him—how badly he wants us.I chuckle and pull back from Jacob’s mouth. “I think our mates want to play,” I tease him.Jacob lifts his eyes, peeking over me. “I don’t mind being their plaything at all.”Fuck. I’m soaked already, and all three of them can smell it. Two sets of dark brown eyes and a pair of hazel ones snap to me, irises darkened to pure black.It’s one of the few times in my life I’ve ever felt like prey. And I love it.Alex pushes up onto his hands and knees, his movements all wolf—smooth, predatory, controlled. “Our mate mentioned wanting all her holes fille

The trip to Roman’s pack should have taken about a day and a half, but it took about three and half because of the frequent stops that we had to take for Ryder’s wolf. To say things have been tense would be like saying that Amelia Earhart got a little lost on her last solo flight. I mean, the kid found us fucking and started jerking off to it. I get it, he’s almost 14 and he’s seeing two naked she-wolves go at it. I’d be more concerned if he wasn’t jerking off.Ok, not concerned, he could be gay. Maybe insulted would be the right word.Which is really fucking weird, because he’s a teenager. I literally have to shake myself every time that my thoughts start to go that way. But it’s like those intrusive thoughts that people with ADHD get, it just pops up out of nowhere and there’s not a whole lot that you can do about it.Amelia has tried multiple times to talk about it, but Jacob freaks out, starts to shift and we’ve had to let him out of the car to go run it off. The good th

“Your Majesty, King Lucifer has sent these to please you,” one of the demons says as he enters the room, carrying a necklace of large rubies, a dress made of sheer gauzy black silk, pure white calfskin slippers, a pearl the size of my fist, and a tiara made of black obsidian, diamonds, blood-red garnets, and rubies. I try not to roll my eyes in front of the servant. I can’t let anyone—except Persephone—know how much I absolutely loathe Lucifer. He’s been lavishing me with rare and expensive gifts ever since he found out I was pregnant a few days ago. I’m dressed head-to-toe in silks and precious gems. All of my clothes are sheer—or nearly there—so he can “see my belly grow heavy with his child.”Fucker.He’s also been sending all sorts of food he claims will help with the baby’s development. Some of it’s based on actual science. Some of it’s based on old folklore and wives’ tales. If I see another fish eyeball or goat brain, I’m going to kill something. Preferably him.“Thank you.