Eudoria Holmes Novels & Stories

The thought of even going to Maverick’s house already made me sick to my stomach. Eudora got up and walked to the window. “I must confess, Aurora,” she said. “Confess what?” I asked. “Arlo Bronson is a stud!” Eudora complimented deeply. I was still processing what she just said, and how could have gone from wanting to take me away from him to saying he is sexually attractive when she looked out through the window and screamed.

Logan chipped in, “What is this thing you need?” “It’s who. It’s ‘who’ I need.” “Who is it?” I was the one who asked this time. “I hear she lives here as an Omega but that is far from who she is.” Eudora. He’s talking about Eudora. How in the world does finding my mother concern Eudora? “Eudora? Are you kidding me?” Logan said, scoffing. “What is she?” I asked the logical question. It took a while for the man to give an answer,

Claude wraps my cloak around me while helping me up. "The guy who opened the carriage doors, he have purple eyes." I tell them in a bitter tone. "You mean someone got close to you?" It was Hyde's voice that ought to raise this time and so I refused to respond to the likes of him. Like Alpha, like Beta. "He also said that I'm too beautiful to kill." I was looking Claude straight in the eyes and witnessing the way his expressions turn grim. He then turns towards the Alpha who nods at him. "We continue South!" Hyde announces and the troops divide.

He didn’t have the time to shut his wolf because he was waiting expectantly to see the mystery person behind the chair. Seconds felt like an eternity for Dylan, who had sat up straight to have a better view. He had totally forgotten about the fact that he was kidnapped and brought to God knows where. She swiveled the chair around to face him and it was as if time stopped. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest from the goddess before him. She was breathtakingly beautiful with her effortlessly smooth tanned skin and her sleek black hair, that cascaded down her lower back as she gracefully rose to her feet. Damn! She was blessed in all the right places.

The room seems to tilt, and she has to force herself to speak slowly enough that no one can pretend they misunderstood her. “I’m Rhea Moonmere,” she says. “I’m his wife. I’m your Luna.” The silence that follows is worse than the scream. Holt looks at Darian, and Darian’s hand tightens around his blade. Elin whispers from behind them, “There is no Luna.” Rhea hears the words, but they do not fit anywhere inside her. They strike the surface of her mind and break there, useless and impossible. “That’s ridiculous,” she says. “Call Maddox.”

There were very few things in this world that mattered more to me than that little girl, and she would always come first. Jeremy exhaled deeply before looking at me.“The girl is yours?” “Yes.” I don’t care whose DNA ran through her veins or whose sperm had created her. Ariel is my daughter in every way that mattered, and she always would be. He frowned slightly, suspicion flashing across his face. “I thought she was Desmond’s daughter.” What exactly has this man been digging up about Eudora? More importantly, why haven’t my men discovered that someone was investigating her? Slowly, I adjusted my suit jacket before fixing him with a hard stare.

Caleb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Caleb?” Through clenched teeth, he said, “She was a redhead, Diana. He’s a red lupus garou looking for a mate. There must be a shortage of eligible females in the area.” Diana's throat felt parched as if she’d crossed the Badlands without a lick of water.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Said the son of a bitch, separating her from me to hug her. And well he was right, the damned woman had worn a white button-down sleeveless blouse, a turquoise skirt, and not too high black heels, her brown hair falling in waves down her back. Beautiful was too short for her. “Thanks Daniel.” She replied somewhat uncomfortable because of the hug, but still answering it “But if you’re here, who is watching the party?” He laughed as if he had heard the best joke ever.

It was unlike all the other portraits that were hung in the room, it was different. It wasn't obvious and didn't look like it had a literal meaning, the portrait looked majestic in a self-proclaimed kind of way. Not only that, but it had the painting of a lady in white attire, with dark shades on her. She was elegant and had blue eyes. She had a silver wolf close to her, and Ariel eyed suspiciously. “Is she the Luna?” She asked. She wasn't sure who the questions were directed at, but they sure weren't getting any answers. She felt as if she was being watched and her eyes trailed upward to the stairs, as she saw the Alpha, Damien, staring at her.