Bonnie And Damon Novels & Stories

"The Duskwood remnants claim the southern expansion is encroaching on their sacred hunting grounds. They’re restless, Eamon. They still remember the old wars, even if their youths don't." Before I could answer, a heavy warmth enveloped my shoulders. Ronan had entered without a sound, his powerful frame settling right behind me. His dark, messy hair now heavily frosted with silver brushed my neck as he leaned down, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the sensitive skin right beneath my jaw. The mating bond flared instantly, a wave of liquid heat that briefly made the map on the table blur. "Let them grumble," Ronan murmured, his low growl sending a familiar thrill straight down my spine. His

“I’m carrying us. But I can’t afford to falter. Not now.” She kissed his shoulder. “You don’t have to.” For a moment, the war and betrayal faded. It was just the two of them—partners, lovers, survivors. Then Damon’s phone buzzed sharply. He glanced at the screen, the message chilling in its simplicity: “You think you’re close. But you’re already too late.” His heart skipped a beat. The next day was a flurry of action. The team prepped for the most dangerous operation yet — tracking Katrina to her hideout and ending the nightmare once and for all.

Then again, maybe he needs a spitfire like Elena to finally put him in his place. “Uncle Cole!” a small voice screams from somewhere behind me, and I turn to see Brock and Astrid’s daughter, Sloane, tearing across the yard toward Cole Bauer, the alpha of the Denver pack, arriving with his mate and pups in tow. Callum’s arm slides around my waist as he leans in, his lips hovering beside my ear. “Eat.” I turn to him, arching a brow. “Bossy, much?” “Just trying to take care of my girl.” He winks, pressing a kiss to my temple, and damnit I can’t stay annoyed with him when he’s being all sweet and looking at me that way.