The hazards of communal living lol! Coming into the home stretch. The last chapter should be published on May 23rd!!!!!
Can Kurt get any sweeter? I don’t think so. He went ahead and drew me a bath and was going to make breakfast for everyone. He knew how hard today would be for all of us. And he wanted to try and make things just that much easier on everyone. As much as I wanted to just soak in that bath for hours, I knew I couldn’t. Perhaps another time I can truly take my time and enjoy that big tub. ‘Maybe with Kurt.’ Bastet suggested making me blush as I looked through my side of the closet for something appropriate to wear. I should scold her for thinking that way on such a sad occasion, but I’ve thought about it too. Not today, but in general since we picked this suite as our master bedroom. I remember how impossible sex was in the shower and tub combo at the apartment was. But now we have a nice oversized shower with plenty of space for us, and the tub can undoubtedly fit two. ‘See, your mind is thinking about it now too. And I’m all for it.’ Bastet snickered. I rolled my eyes, choosing a
“I know Uncle John and Alpha Logan will make sure you and your son are always cared for, but….” I started to ramble a little, catching myself as Kurt put his arm around me. “Silverclaw and our family will never forget what Nigel did and always be there for you.” Kurt concluded. “Thank you. I mean that. It’s just really hard, especially so soon. We had the memorial at dawn. And now… well…” Holly sighed, glancing at Davis, who didn’t look happy. He turned in a huff and went back inside. I don’t know what that’s about. Is he upset with us because he lost his son? Or with Holly about something? How rude to be angry with a pregnant woman after her love died. “He’s upset with my decision.” Holly sighed. “What decision?” Kurt questioned. “When Alpha Logan returns from his honeymoon, I will ask permission to go home. I have loved being in Bloodmoon, but there are too many memories of Nigel here. I want to return to Ironfur, where the only reminder of him will be the ache in my soul and o
The Silverclaw pack is breaking new ground and changing things up. My Luna is a hybrid born of a hunter and an unwilling werewolf. I’m the bastard son of what could have been the last Alpha. If he wasn’t a total asshole, even his mother knew he shouldn’t be Alpha. So if that wasn’t enough, let’s add in having a human hunter and his vampire mate as our Delta couple. Why not? There aren’t any rules against it. We’ll be the first pack to have an interspecies ranked leadership. I guess it works as we are also a cobbled-together pack. Some here have a blood tie to the old Silverclaw, but many are former rogues. In the wake of Noya’s demise of the ninety Syndicate, we captured, between both fights, all but a handful have chosen to take the oath when we have the big ceremony. So our pack has gone from nearly three hundred, including us ranked members, to almost four hundred. Beyond knowing where I need to be, what I’m supposed to say, and how I should dress, I’ve not been involved in the
I don’t think I’ve been more nervous about something in my life. I was so jittery while getting ready that I nearly let my hair stay in the curling iron too long. Thankfully Zelma took the iron from me before my hair singed. Thankfully I had the others to help me. And I tried to distract myself from how nervous I was about the ceremony. I don’t know what all goes into a pack ceremony like this. I witnessed Aunt Sarael’s Beta ceremony, but that’s very different. All too soon, it was time to go. Everyone had gathered downstairs, waiting on Kurt and Khalid. And oh boy, when Kurt came down the stairs. Don’t get me wrong, Kurt is handsome no matter what he’s wearing. ‘Especially when he’s wearing nothing.’ Bastet snickered. I opted to ignore her, which was easy enough given I was distracted by how good Kurt looked in his tux. I had picked it out and knew he’d look good, but I hadn’t realized how good. Given how we both seemed to be in a lustful daze looking at each other, I at least kn
It’s only been a few days since the pack ceremony, and it’s still weird to hear the voices and feel the emotions of hundreds. Sure I was in the Bloodmoon pack link, so I was connected to thousands then, but as Alpha, it’s different. I can’t believe Logan manages to deal with this on a larger scale. Isis, Khalid, and Dani experienced difficulty adjusting to the pack link. None of them are used to being linked to multiple people like this, Isis more so as Luna. Khalid and Dani got it easier as they just had to tune out their thoughts. As Alpha and Luna, we have also to keep emotions out. But I think we’ve been doing well, and we’ll keep getting better at it. Today, however, the thoughts and emotions of the pack are strong. Today is the winter solstice, and Isis had her mind set on a pack-wide holiday festival. Everyone in the city is buzzing with excitement and joy to celebrate. Isis has no real experience celebrating Christmas, so I was more involved in this event. I’m of course ver
In the last two years, my life has changed so much. It had its high and its low points. But for every low point, I had infinitely higher points. I found out I was a werewolf hybrid and that my online crush Kurt was my soulmate. I lost my mother, and the only man I knew as a father disowned me. But I didn’t lose all my family. I kept my brother and gained a sister-in-law. I also reclaimed an estranged Aunt acquiring an Uncle and his family by extension. So losing my mother and the man I called father was far outshined by the new larger family I gained. Then there was the whole mess with Noya wanting me dead to take Kurt for herself. But she failed, and it cost her both her mate and her own life in the end. And I gained a little sister and a pack. That has been the most significant and beautiful change, only seconded by Kurt proposing to me. It’s been a challenge to learn how to be a Luna while finishing my studies. But I made it through knowing I could depend on Kurt as well as my f
Time flies when you’re having fun. Or at least that’s how the saying goes. And given Isis and I are going on a second honeymoon vacation to celebrate our third wedding anniversary, it rings true. It still feels like just yesterday that Isis popped into my hotel room in London, and we learned we were mates. So to realize that it’s been five years since then is crazy. And now we are off to Athens to celebrate our third wedding anniversary. We planned to be away for a week, though our fellow ranked members assured us we could take an extended trip. It mainly was Collin and Tanner teasing me that this wasn’t a second honeymoon but a baby-making trip. And I guess, in a way, it is. Isis and I have discussed starting our family, and she didn’t get a new birth control implant so we could start trying. But I also know this trip is more than just a chance to be alone with Isis and perhaps conceive an heir. I choose Athens over all the places in the world to travel to for a particular reason.
To best understand the present and prepare for the future, one must look to the past. So as I sit in Kurt's apartment, sitting Indian-style on a yoga mat, I let my mind wander. I let myself go back. To go back to what I like to call our beginning. It wasn't a happy beginning, but it was where our story truly started. And it was from the ugly pain that we came together. We might be broken, but together we will rebuild ourselves stronger than before. And if we can rebuild ourselves that way, I have to believe together we can rebuild his grandmother's pack.****Three Years Ago****Thwack. “Useless.” Thwack. “Worthless.” Thwack. “You could never be a hunter.” Thwack Thwack. “You’ll never be as good as Khalid.” Thwack. Thwack. “I wish I had never given birth to