Alone With You In The Ether Novels & Stories

The moment Ethan arrived at Mist Harbor, my airship was taking off. I raised my glass of Moonshine Wine and gently toasted the blue sky outside the window. After returning empty-handed from the Neutral Zone, Ethan made a decision that went against all Alpha dignity. If he couldn't find me privately, he would force me out publicly. The next day, Ethan held a global werewolf livestream: The Atonement Assembly. Ethan wore the fur robe I had hand-sewn for our Mating Ceremony. Unshaven and looking utterly defeated, he stood under the spotlight at the Sacred Fire Altar.

The sweet reception lady asked me and I nodded. "Hi sweetheart. I'm Valentina. I'll show you to your cabin," she smiled at me and I could help but return it. We took the elevator as we reached the top floor of the building. Finally coming out I was met by silence on the floor. "Why is it so quiet here ?" I was curious. "Oh it is just that Mr. Knight works alone here on this floor and likes peace. Only his P.A's office and his own office are here on this floor." I nodded.

She was alone, so alone, and Ethan was nowhere to be found. And in the hospital room, Mara's body remained still, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with each breath. But her mind was far away, trapped in a desperate cry for the love of her life.

Josh warned as Melinda moved to the crown of the star to summon the ether. “Enough,” she said firmly, standing over Camille’s head. “Once you sense the ether, tell him to breathe.” “Ready, Alpha?” “Almost,” Vikron exhaled, his voice barely steady. “Yes.” Melinda balanced herself in a half-yoga stance, arms extended, chanting spells that summoned the ether to channel through Camille. Slowly, the elements awakened, water rippled, the candle flickered, the air stirred. The ether grew strong, its presence almost visible.

Ethan countered. Without further words, Ethan adjusted his position. He lifted Aurora's leg slightly, separating her thighs right beside his own father. In one deep and powerful surge, Ethan united his essence with Aurora's. "Mmph!" Aurora bit her lower lip hard, her head tilted backward. She wanted to scream from the sudden pleasure piercing through her, but she was fully aware of where she was. Her hands gripped the bedsheet so tightly that her nails almost tore the expensive fabric.

Something closer to reverence. I stepped closer, letting the flame dissolve into embers that winked out in the dark. Slowly, I reached for his hand. “I’m only dangerous if I’m alone. With you, Killian, I am whole. With you, I can be what I was meant to be. We can't protect the Ether together.” For a long, taut moment, he just looked at me, his eyes storm-dark, searching. Then he let out a breath that sounded almost like surrender, and his hand closed around mine, warm and solid.

Luna Mary took a moment before resuming, “Then I shall leave first, Kalil is looking for me. Thank you everyone and be careful while cooking.” “Thank you, Luna,” everyone said in unison and return to what they were doing earlier as soon as Luna Mary close the kitchen door. I was happy that the Luna allowed me to resume my kitchen duty. “Etheral?” But to rejoice in the freedom I got minutes ago is bad luck. “Where are you, Etheral?” Nix called over the private mindlink. I sighed. “I am in the kitchen, waiting for my cakes to bake in the oven. Don’t worry, I am just sitting here, away from anything sharp.”

Chapter 19 The silence in Ethan’s penthouse was usually a comfort. Tonight, it felt like a prison. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of amber scotch untouched in his hand. The city of Seattle sprawled below him, a glittering grid of lights, but all he could see in the reflection of the glass were a pair of steel-grey eyes. Leo. A four-year-old boy who bypassed a municipal firewall because the Wi-Fi was "inefficient."

The heavy lock clicked loudly, like a gunshot, cutting off the heavy thumping bass of the club outside. The private room was so quiet it was crazy. The flashing neon lights of the dance floor didn't penetrate in here. Ethan sat alone on a black leather couch. He held a crystal glass of amber liquor in his large hand. He looked like a dark god in the shadows, perfectly dressed and impossibly wide. When he looked up at me, something dangerous, hot and highly predatory flickered in his dark eyes, and then his face settled right back into a terrifying stillness. I did not hesitate. I couldn't afford weakness now. I walked directly across the plush carpet and stood right in front of his massive f

I grab my water glass, my knuckles white, as he begins a slow, torturous rhythm. "Are you okay, Zora? You’ve been coughing all day," Althea says, her eyes full of that devastatingly genuine concern. "Just... allergies," I stammer. Ethan leans over my shoulder, his face inches from mine, ostensibly looking at the seating chart. "Are you sure, Mother? You look like you’re having trouble catching your breath." He increases the pace of his fingers, his thumb finding my clitoris and grinding into it with a brutal, relentless pressure.