Gideon Book Galatea Novels & Stories

Gideon felt a pang of apprehension himself, knowing that being in the same bed with Avla would test his resolve to wait. "You can put everything in my room," Gideon confirmed, his voice confident but gentle. He could see the question in Avla's eyes and reassured her, "Don't worry, I promise we'll take things at your pace." She nodded, her trust in him evident, and they made their way to his room. Once there, Gideon's face flushed slightly, and he cleared his throat. "I'm going to take a shower. Make yourself at home." As he disappeared into the bathroom, Avla's gaze fell on one of the gifts – a beautifully bound book detailing the history of the Luna. Intrigued, she settled down on the bed a

This time, the journey was deeper, darker. He didn't immediately land in a garden or a beautiful landscape. Instead, he stood in a long corridor filled with many doors. Each door bore a name: Taro, the others, and one large door labeled "Gideon." From behind every door came the sounds of laughter, crying, or whispering. This was the Temptress’s collective dreamscape. Siron walked to Gideon’s door and pushed it open. Inside, Gideon was sitting in a magnificent private library, surrounded by rare books. He looked younger, healthy, and was writing something with great fervor.

“What?” “If this ends well,” Gideon said, solemn as a knight taking an oath, “I’ll get you a goat. A quiet place. Cinnamon buns. Shelves full of potion bottles and too many books. And a cupboard of chipped teacups, if that’s what makes it feel like home.” I stared at him, stunned. “Wait—how do you know about the cinnamon buns?” “The palace kitchen,” Gideon said. “Years ago. The night you climbed the armory oak for cinnamon buns. I was certain you were going to fall—but you didn’t.”

Jogging up beside him we headed further into the trees. We walked for several miles and I side-eyed him in irritation. “Are we close?” He nodded and said, “It's built next to a cliff overlooking a pristine valley with a small waterfall. So when you hear rushing water we will be there.” Tilting my head I listened and could hear birds chirping and felt another presence. Glancing behind us, two red eyes narrowed at me. Startled, I jumped back into Gavin. “Gideon?! Why are you here?” “On orders from the council. Apparently, you two have stirred up the damn high king, and the Goddess says whatever you both did must be rectified,” he asserted.

"Show me." The captain bowed and started walking fast ahead. We didn't have to go too far because he pointed at a large residential apartment complex partially on fire and I saw the giant letters spray painted in red. "Death to the Moon Goddess vessel." I read the large text.

Watching the two of them in the flickering firelight, I joined in, clapping and shouting, "Say yes, Beta Gideon! The Moon Goddess is watching!" Gideon's head snapped toward me, his face a mask of disbelief. "Thalia, are you insane? Have you forgotten you're my mate?! What the hell are you doing?!"

Gideon I turned back to Elaine and my family. "Actually, why don't we go check that spot out again now?" The five of us exited the pack house, and I stopped in my tracks. There were twelve strangers waiting along the driveway. Elaine turned to me. "Prince Gideon, I'd like you to meet my coven. When you texted Cora, we teleported her and your parents here." She smiled at me. "We were all a little anxious to get here and get started."

Silas’ tentacles stuck to my leg. “Thank you Goddess,” he smiled one more time before he sunk into the ocean. Galen helped me up. The little hairs on his legs brushed my shoulders and I shivered. “Sorry I repulse you,” Galen hung his head. These monsters Poseidon created were so sweet. I surely hoped their mates would think the same. “I don’t find you repulsive Galen.” I pulled his head closer to me, trying not to wince. “You just remind me of the smaller ones that don’t have a big heart like you do.” Galen’s stiff smile had him chittering until Athena called me again.

And around his neck hung a necklace made of severed, shriveled witch fingers. This was Gideon. The rogue Lycan who hunted dark arts for sport. Dominic and I stepped into the interrogation room. Gideon didn’t stand. He leaned back in his steel chair, boots up on the table like rules were for other people. His eyes were a sickly, pale yellow, and they latched instantly onto my swollen stomach. "Well, well," Gideon rasped, voice sounding like gravel being dragged over stone. "The billionaire Alpha and his glowing little Luna. Word on the street is the First Moon has returned. And she’s got a bun in the oven."

She really loves those books and yet she is now outside Gideon's house, watching a box of erotica being eaten by fire. Jewel was in tears. She didn't quite think Gideon would disagree with her. That jerk was the cause of this mess! But she didn't have the power to dominate him! It was as if his confession to her last night was not true. Jewel looked at Gideon who was at the entrance of the house and was talking to Tang. Dalya and Pedro were not outside. Her fists clenched. That controlling beast! Tang entered the house while Gideon walked towards her. It occasionally looked at those erotica's being engulfed by fire. He stopped in front of her and smiled. "Let's go?" he asked.