Bronte Novels & Stories

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

Sienna: The cottage was quiet, save for the soft crackling of the fireplace and the occasional rustle of the trees outside. The moonlight slipped in through the curtains, casting a silver hue across the room. Damon and I were curled beneath the sheets, our bodies tangled together, the warmth between us enough to keep the night air at bay. Everything seemed peaceful, too peaceful. But I allowed myself to admire that peace. I allowed myself to live through it.

“Let us leave your twin pups with an old Omega woman who once owed my mother a favour.” Scarlett held my hand and led me through the path to an old building. I saw the pack archives. The door sounded loud as I pushed it open. Dust floated with the thin rays of sunlight that spread over the house. “Quick,” Scarlett said, snapping her fingers. “Honestly… we really do not have much time". Afterwards, she pulled an old book from the shelf, her cracked hands were even shaking as she opened it. My father’s name was clearly written on the cover. WOLFE.

My brothers have left for a while to check on Angel and get a little rest and to not overwhelm the Alphas while they digest this loss. The two new Alphas sit down on the sofa and Alpha Jeremy sits in an armchair and then Leo and I sit on the two-seater seat opposite them. Alpha Demitri doesn’t look up. Leo looks like he wants to ask but at the same time doesn’t want to know the answer. “It is a young woman from the Blue Ridge pack. Her name is Greta Polanski. She was a tailoress. Not married and no children.” Alpha Jeremy tells us “Thank the goddess for small mercies” says Alpha Demetri. He looks like he’s holding back tears.

Making Ruby chuckle. "But honestly, that Madison is senseless."

I introduced myself with my full name – I felt it provided a buffer to protect me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rafe smirk when I used my full name knowing full well everyone called me Kate. As I paused the gentleman continued holding my hand introducing himself, “It’s very nice to meet you Katelyn Adams, although the circumstances are not ideal. My name is Boyd Maxwell from the Red Moon Pack. I am Rafe’s Uncle and I believe we have some business we regrettably need to discuss this morning.”

She took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air and the promise of a new beginning. As they approached Arlo's home, Lune was surprised to see a small gathering waiting for her. Arlo’s aunt, a graceful woman with a kind smile, and his cousin, a young woman with an energetic demeanor, were standing near the entrance. They both stepped forward as soon as they saw Lune, their faces full of warmth and relief.

“Sorry, I am late.” “It's fine, you are not late because you have been here practically the whole time.” She ran her hand through her hair before her gaze moved to Callaghan and me. “Oh pardon me, this is alpha Callaghan and this is Lady Stacy, my cousin chosen mate and this is Nicole, Alpha…” She interrupted Brittany, “Nicole… just Nicole... and nice to meet you two, goddess, beta Brake got his eyes on...” “Ahem…” Brittany cleared her throat, even though she had given a hint to her that I was alpha Bellini chosen she still wanted to associate Brake with my name. “Meet my brother, alpha Callaghan,” Brittany distracted her.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "