All Chapters of Mother, May I: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Arya moves to greet her mate, and Amelia slides in beside me. I glance over and catch Ryder watching the couple with a strange, almost painful longing in his gaze.That’s the thing about watching happy mates interact—especially within the same pack. It sparks something. Mated wolves will instinctively reach for their partners. Unmated wolves? They get that same look Ryder has right now. That kind of aching desire doesn’t usually show up until a wolf’s closer to mating age—nineteen, maybe twenty. But seeing it on a thirteen-year-old? That’s unsettling.When Ryder glances at Amelia and me—and our eyes meet—that longing deepens. Intensifies. Is it because Amelia just kissed the top of my head and pulled me close?Before I can think too hard on it, Ryder trots off to the trees where he left his clothes, shifting back to human so he can dress. He’s followed our lead with shifting modesty. I know he’s used to seeing wolves naked—he’s from a strong pack, has older siblings, and his parents ar

“I really don’t like this,” Josefina says, stroking my cheek and pulling me into her by the waist.“I know, asteráki mu—my little star,” I murmur. “Believe me, if there were any other way to do this, I wouldn’t be going to the Underworld either.”Yep. You heard that right. I’ve been tapped for a recon mission straight into Lucifer’s playground. I’m not supposed to go anywhere near the palace or the high-tier demons running the show. Just a flyover. Scope the troops. See how the soldiers are organized—or not—and check for any cracks in the system. If I spot Persephone or Nyx? I try to make contact. But not at the cost of blowing my cover.Lucifer is not my biggest fan right now. I may or may not have helped obliterate a portion of his army last time I surfaced. Also, that whole “turning traitor” thing really seemed to upset him. Shocker.And what he did to Hades…Look, I’ve had my fair share of stints in Tartarus. Usually for stupid shit—bets I lost, dares I took, occasionally winning b

Wolves have been pouring into Arcadia all week—warriors, medical professionals, trainers, mates. Everyone’s here for one reason: war.A few days ago, all the healers met in Valhalla to hammer out a battle plan. Natural healers would go in with the warriors, treating wounds on the fly as best they could. The rest—surgeons, nurses, medics—would stay behind the lines in triage tents, stabilizing the worst injuries and saving as many lives as possible.Shifters, who are harder to injure or kill, were assigned to get the wounded off the battlefield and back to safety.Seemed like a solid plan. Not that anyone’s asking for my input—I’m just a soldier here. But I’m an important one. Because I’ve got a mission all my own.While the Thrones and archangels go after Lucifer and the others try to take out as many of his allies as possible, I have one job: get to Nyx.Each war god was assigned a group to lead. No surprise—Thor’s in charge of the wolves. Athena’s running point for the witches.“Umm,

The second Alexander stills after his orgasm, I teleport us to the bedroom—though our positions are slightly rearranged.Josefina is straddling Jacob, riding his cock. I’m behind her, between Jacob’s legs, perfectly lined up to take her from behind. Alexander lies beside Jacob, catching his breath and recovering from round one.Alexander turns to me with a crooked, teasing smile. “How do you know I was finished with our girl?”“I didn’t,” I say with a grin. “But I figured you could punish me for it by fucking Jacob’s mouth while JoJo rides his cock and I sink into that sweet ass of hers.”Alexander growls in lust and shifts into position, kneeling beside Jacob’s head.I glance down to see Josefina grinding her slick, cum-slickened pussy along Jacob’s thick cock, and I watch his ass flex as he tries to get the right angle to slip into her.“I might have to take Jacob’s sweet ass at this rate,” I murmur, trailing my fingers between them. I tease both their holes, rubbing lazy circles. Th

Did you know Charon’s boat can change size depending on how many people he’s ferrying across the Styx?Yeah, me either.I’ve only ever seen those classic paintings where he’s paddling some sad little gondola with one depressed soul hunched in the corner. But when he takes us over?The boat he’s manning is the size of the Staten Island Ferry. Eat your heart out, Colin Jost and Pete Davidson.With a boat that massive, it only takes a few trips for Charon to get all of us—wolves, fae, elves, gods, and the whole supernatural buffet line—to the other side.And who’s there waiting for us?Cerberus.You ever seen a three-headed Rottweiler the size of a small house? I hadn’t either. Until today.Honestly, if it weren’t for the whole imminent battle for the fate of the world thing, this would’ve been a pretty badass sightseeing trip.Summer smacks my shoulder as she catches me staring, wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the big-ass dog guarding the gates to the Underworld. “Get your head in the ga