Kas Mason isn't just a werewolf. She's also a Goddess. One of the Moon Goddess' fifty daughters known as the Menae. After Kas dies from starvation in the dungeon of her own packhouse, at the order of her mate, Bronx, the Moon Goddess gives her a second chance at life. When Bronx, children of her friends, and children of the ranked members of the pack suddenly go missing, it's up to Kas to accept her heritage and fight for the ones she loves the most to bring them home, even if it costs her life. Note from the author: This is the third book in The Blood River Series. I recommend reading Forever in the Future and Forever in the Past AND Daughters of the Moon Goddess before starting this book.View More
“Scary moment for Kas Mason during her first public appearance in over a year. She allegedly passed out in a bathroom after a clumsy waiter spilled a glass of water on her. Kas looked gorgeous when she arrived at the Valentine’s themed fundraising event in a button down red dress she borrowed from a friend, paired with knee-high boots and a camel colored peacoat. She also took a risk that paid off, in my opinion, by veering away from her signature silver hair and violet eyes. She kept that edge to her look that we all love by sporting a cute white bob and matching white contacts. No word whether it was a wig or dye job on the hair, but I’ll keep you posted! Hubby, Bronx, also looked as handsome as ever in a dark suit and brown tie that made his green eyes really pop.” I walk into the living room and sit next to Bronx as he watches a video of a social media reporter on his laptop. She looks overly made up with a perky demeanor. He pauses it when I sit and pulls my hair back to kiss my
It’s dark in the bathroom. Only the lights above the vanity are on, but the hot water from the showerhead feels good on my aching skin, so I don’t care. I’m sitting on a washcloth. I can feel the cool tile on my scarred back. I don’t remember how I got here, but it smells like home. I adjust my eyes. It looks like Bronx’s bathroom? Where is everyone?“Lex?” I whisper. I’m too tired to get up and look for someone. Hopefully, she has some answers. “Are we in the packhouse?”“Yeah, you’re in our mate’s bathroom. He went to get towels. He’ll be right back.” She whispers and tries to send energy to comfort me. “What happened with Aphrodite?”“I think it’s safe to say I made a deal with the queen, then kicked her hornet’s nest.” I sigh and brush the hair out of my eyes.“Made a deal?” Lex sounds concerned.“I promised her Psyche’s head in exchange for leaving everyone alone for the next five years.” I lean my head forward and put my forehead in my hands. The water rushes over the back of my
“Aphrodite, it’s Saint Valentine’s Day.” I cross my arms and snip at her. “Shouldn’t you be busy with other things? Isn’t this your day to shine? Why don’t you send me home and go encourage people to have sex or something?”“Dear girl, never fear. I’ll always make time for you.” Her cruel sneer stains her otherwise flawless face. I’ve never seen someone so beautiful be so ugly at the same time. She stands up, letting her slinky, sheer silver gown show off every perfect curve of her statuesque body. She’s wearing a different jewel encrusted crown than before, but it’s still being held firmly in place with her silky dark hair intricately braided around it.I stand in place and look around the bordello room, looking for an exit, while she bends down to pick up a persimmon from a crystal bowl on the coffee table. There’s no door. I will have to go through the Beyond, but turning my focus away from her at the wrong time could be dangerous, too.I glance back at her. Her hunched over positi
Les runs interference just as well as any of my regular guards could. I can see her fingertips out of the corner of my eye when she spreads her arms wide. Her confident silence combined with Bronx keeping his hand on the small of my back makes me feel more secure. Les tells the photographers they can get pictures at the flower well just like everyone else. I realize Les’s presence is so authoritative that the crowd automatically abides by her orders and goes to the photo area. I smile to myself, knowing it’s her goddess ability at work and she’s using it to protect her Alpha and Luna. Not because she has to, because she volunteered to.As people call our names, I feel Bronx’s hand wrap further around my waist protectively. As his temper builds, Les moves closer to us. He’s more on edge about photographers after what happened last year in the children’s boutique. The police caught the photographer who shot him, but they let him out on a bond and skipped the country. Reggie and Milo say
“Sy, are you sure about this?” I wring my hands after handing Dre over to her. “The two of them can be a handful. Especially now that Maya is determined to walk.”“Ironically, this is Arrow’s busy season. I don’t think we’ve ever spent Saint Valentine’s Day together.” She hugs Dre with a big smile and hands him a toy elephant. He takes it and immediately sticks a leg in his mouth, drooling all over the place. “Despite her youthful appearance, Hedone hasn’t been a baby in thousands of years. It will be a pleasant change of pace to babysit. AND you and Bronx deserve a nice evening out.”Out. I haven’t left the pack territory since I came home. The thought of leaving gives me anxiety. A nice evening sounds like a grilled cheese sandwich and falling asleep watching cooking competitions in my pajamas.Bronx comes out of the bedroom adjusting the cuff of his shirt. When he looks up, he stops short and stares at me. “Holy shit.” His mouth drops and he blinks hard. “What? Am I underdressed?
How do I explain Hephaestus to you? Well, I’ll say this much: the man is a damn genius. He’s always inventing something. One time he told me he has inventions in mind, but he needs to create other inventions first in order for those ideas to work. Who thinks like that?Hephaestus is also a proud man. He doesn’t like to talk about his disability and can be temperamental if he thinks people are coddling him. I haven’t read much about him, but I get the sense that people deceived a lot in the past. It hardened him and made him wary of everyone.He mutters under his breath a lot. I tried listening to him one time, but it sounded like it was in Ancient Greek. He keeps a lot of little notebooks that flip open at the top. He has a habit of licking his pencil before he writes while he mumbles. A constant layer of grime covers him and all his belongings. The only exceptions are the contraptions he makes for people. He makes sure he polishes his mechanical inventions to a high shine, as if they
Kas’s POV“Bronx.” I lower my chin and look at him seriously. “If you think I’m going into a team meeting and announcing to everyone that Aphrodite won’t let me touch myself, you’ve lost your mind. There’s no way. It’s bad enough that they are involved in our sex life, or lack thereof. There needs to be boundaries.”“Okay, that’s fair,” He shrugs and tries to look at me, but he has trouble keeping eye contact. “It’s just a theory, though. We need to test it out.”“Lex, he has to be kidding. Right?”“I, uh, I don’t think it’s a joke. Bronx is terrible at telling jokes.” She sounds as skeptical as I feel about the situation. “He looks pretty serious.”Like it wasn’t embarrassing enough for him to walk in on me. Now he wants to see if it’s another trick by Aphrodite? I mean, thank the Goddess I wasn’t using my vibrator. That would have made it infinitely more mortifying. I wonder if it’s possible to actually die of embarrassment? That’s a theory I don’t want to test, but now he wants to
The room is still dark with the shades drawn. I can see Kas’s figure under the covers. I motion for Tyree to hold his position and silently step inside letting the door close behind me.“You okay, Baby?” I whisper loudly. The lump under the covers moves slightly, but Kas doesn’t answer me. I take a small step forward and hear a little squeak from under the blankets. It’s a familiar sound, but my mind can’t place when she would have made it before.“Is something wrong with our mate?” Saint paces and whines. “Check on her! Quick!”“Kas?” I approach the bed and see the covers move again, but still no answer. “Saint, just… I don’t know… stay close to the surface?” My heart beats hard as I grab the edge of the blanket trying to prepare myself for whatever is underneath. “One… Two…”“Whoa! Do you smell th-” Saint stops pacing, but it’s too late.“Three!” I throw back the covers and brace myself. The scent that overtakes the room makes me freeze on the spot.Kas is on her back with her eyes
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