Age 21… “Charlie, calm the fuck down. You’ll be fine. You’re not doing anything life changing or anything. Just committing the rest of your life to taking care of the pack, ya know,” Devin says and he’s lucky that all I can do is throw a hair clip at him while my mom and Luna Clara are doing my hair and makeup. Lauren is painting my toenails and she also threw one of the toe separators at Dev. “If you’re just going to be a pain in the ass, son, you know where the door is.” “Oh, com’on. I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Look! She’s stopped shaking and now she’s just annoyed at me,” he says, laughing. I see Luna Clara in front of me, biting her lip as she tries not to laugh. And I lose it. I can’t hold back my laughter when Luna Clara is laughing too. “You two are incorrigible,” Mom mutters as she curls my hair, but I see a smile tugging at her lips in the mirror. “Why are you in here anyway, Dev? You’ve gotta go get dressed,” Lauren asks him, cutting her eyes at hi
Age 21… “Zak, dude! Calm the fuck down!” Brandon sounded totally exasperated with me, but he can just fuck right off and I tell him so. “We’ll see how you handle everything the day before you become Beta!” I mutter out of the side of my mouth. I have been bouncing off of the walls the whole day. Tomorrow I’m taking up the mantle as Alpha of our pack and Charlie will finally find out that she’s my mate. I have no doubt in my mind that she is. I’ve always known that she will be. But having to wait for her to be sure is killing me. We’ve been dating since her birthday, just over two months. And honestly, it really isn’t that different from the time that we used to spend together, but now I get to kiss her whenever I want. Though I will never say that to her again, because it was apparently a line from the movie, Sweet Home Alabama. As much as I love Charlie and am willing to do anything for her, I think I might poke my eyes out with a fork if I have to watch that again. She
Age 21… “Darlings! I’m so excited to see you out and about after the mating frenzy! And we’re going to be designing a sex room, I hear? I love it!” That’s Rose. She’s one of the best designers in our pack. And her special penchant? Sex rooms. Because Rose is part owner of The Sanctuary. And as a mating gift for two of her best clients, she will be designing a room for Zak and I. It’s funny that a petite little she-wolf in her 50s would have this type of hobby, but to each their own. And honestly, the rooms at The Sanctuary were gorgeous. Even the dungeons had class and panache. Textures, hidden places, furniture that doubled as cozy and restraints. And the color palates are gorgeous. If anyone will understand what we need in our own playroom, it’s Rose. “Hi, Rose! It’s so good to see you again,” I say, stepping into her arms for a huge hug. “My dear girl! You are positively glowing! Of course you are. I’ve seen what your mate is packing. I’m surprised you can wal
Age 21… Charlie closes the door, cackling as Rose leaves after introducing our playroom to us. “I thought that you would have an apoplectic fit with all of the innuendos that Rose kept saying - “ She starts, but I spin her around and push her body into the wall. I kiss her hard and fast, knowing that my erection is digging into her stomach. She moans into my mouth, immediately responding to my touch. The fated sparks bloom over my skin as my hands immediately dip under the hem of her shirt and move across her abs and up to cup her tits. Charlie arches her back, pushing her tits further into my hands and I growl, ripping my mouth away from hers and moving down to her matemark. I suck at the marking of our unity. She screams her pleasure, her nails biting into my shoulders. Growling against her skin, I tell her, “Ever since we walked into the playroom and I saw that sex swing, I couldn’t think of anything else. I need you. Now.” “Yes…” she breathes out. I pick her up, wrapp
I was a young maiden goddess, newly minted and out on my own for the first time when Pan saw me. He was the god of nature and we would normally have met walking around Olympus, except for the nature of my job. I’m literally up and working all night, sleeping during the day. The only times that I really have freedom to roam are during the nights of the full moon when I am hidden from the world. One night per month doesn’t really give you a ton of time to explore. Pan became smitten with me. He loved the way his domain looked bathed in my light, the dew that covered everything and helped to nourish the flora and fauna below, and the ethereal stillness that comes with me were among the things he loved the most. But, there was no way for us to meet. For months, he planned and conspired on how to draw me to him. It was a momentous night when it finally happened. Being the god of nature, Pan was able to create anything that he could think of. He created a bright white flower,
My opponent launched himself at me, only showing his movement a split second before moving. The minute squinting of his eyes, the slight tightening of his lips and I knew he was going to move to the right. I use that knowledge to jump out of his way. My hands glide across his muscled, sweat-slicked forearm, continuing his forward motion and pushing him past me. Once he’s passed, I kick out at his knee to force him down. He easily dodges my kick, twisting his hand and grabbing the wrist of the hand that pushed him aside. Using his momentum and brute strength, he forces my arm behind my back and pushes me up against the wall of the open arena we’re in. He presses his entire body into mine and I can’t help the physical reaction my body has to him. My breathing hitches even more and my face flushes, both in response to something that has nothing to do with our fight. My pants are suddenly snugger and I was very aware of every part of his body that touched mine. Both of us ar
If Jared and Alistar had any idea what had nearly happened before they walked into the arena, they would never let us go camping alone. Shit, they’d probably never leave us alone again. I have no idea if this is a blessing or a curse. Carl and I have always had this weird connection with each other. He has been my best friend since the day I could differentiate between my three friends, noting how much more drawn to Carl I was. The four of us were raised nearly as brothers, bound to rule the pack together and born within five months of each other. We grew together, learning how to walk and talk at the same time. But Carl and I were born on the same day. We were even closer, even sharing a secret language between us, similar to twins, when we were younger. As we aged, we shared many things. Our first fights. First crushes. Our first kisses. But even as I was with she-wolves of neighboring packs, and I was with as many as would allow me, I was always drawn back to Carl.
“What?” Whereas my shock had come out as a high pitched squeal and tons of manic movement, Richard goes completely still. His voice is low and breathy. I almost don’t hear him above the rush of the river over the waterfall into the pond below, he’s so quiet. But I do hear him. I’ve always been incredibly attuned to him. Our parents constantly joke that we are two halves of the same person, just in two different bodies. I’m always so serious, towing the line and following the rules on everything within the pack whereas Richard is always so jovial, pushing boundaries to see how far he can go before he gets in deep shit.You wouldn’t think that the two of us would be best friends, but we always have been. Even as little kids, it was always Richard and me. Of course, we had Jared and Alistar there and of course we were great friends with them. But Richard and I were barely ever separated, to the point that our parents put trundle beds in each of our rooms because we slept in th