Vicus Luna
Marshall surveyed the room, looking for the newest addition to his pack. He was anxious to get this part of the evening out of the way. Once he had their latest acquisition settled, he could go about his business. It had been a long day and all he wanted was a drink and a willing woman.
“She’s right here, Marshall.” David pulled Cady to her feet and ushered her forward.
Cady stopped a few feet away from the large man facing her. Her mouth ran dry in both awe and fear. The alpha of the Vicus Luna was the tallest man she’d ever been around, standing easily at six-foot-four inches tall. His muscular shoulders and thick upper arms filled out his t-shirt; the material clung like a second skin, accenting his chest and washboard abs.
She eyed him uncertainly, not sure what to expect. Chancing a look at his face, her breath caught. His dark brown hair fell over his forehead just above his dark eyebrows; his eyes were a dark mossy green and his nose was straight. Full lips rested above a firm, square jaw. Overall, Cady had to admit she hadn’t seen a better looking man in all of her nineteen years. If she had to guess, she’d put his age around twenty-three or twenty-four.
Marshall quickly looked her over, taking in her slim form and petite stature. Her long chestnut hair fell to the middle of her back in waves. Eyes the color of chocolate stared at him uncertainly. Her nose was small and dainty, above full sensuous lips, all set in an elfin face. She was easily the most beautiful woman they’d managed to snag thus far.
“I’m going to do things a little differently this time,” he announced, looking around the room. “Anyone interested in claiming her should step forward.”
Marshall wasn’t sure what had made him utter the words. Something about her brought out a protective streak in him. She may not be able to choose who she wanted outright, but he could narrow the field down a little and then give her a choice. Something told him he would feel guilty if he just gave her to a random guy.
His brothers, Paul and Robin, stepped forward, as well as their long-time friend, Brendan. Marshall wasn’t entirely surprised, but he was a little dismayed. It would be hard having her in the same house with him on a regular basis. He had hoped someone else would step forward.
“Only three?” he asked the room.
Marshall sighed. Turning toward Cady, he motioned for her to step forward. “I guess I should at least get a good look at you before passing you off to someone. Come here.”
Cady hesitated a moment, but felt a push from behind, sending her sprawling against Marshall. The collision with his hard body nearly knocked the breath out of her.
Reaching out to steady her, Marshall couldn’t help but notice how fragile and soft she felt. Her full breasts pressed against him and he immediately felt himself grow hard. He wasn’t use to having such a sudden reaction to a female and it took him by surprise.
Setting her back on her feet, he backed up a step. He looked down at her, letting his eyes travel from her head to her toes and back again. He had to admit she was delicious. Marshall wondered what she would taste like, what she would feel like lying under him.
“She’s right here, Marshall.” David pulled Cady to her feet and ushered her forward.
Cady stopped a few feet away from the large man facing her. Her mouth ran dry in both awe and fear. The alpha of the Vicus Luna was the tallest man she’d ever been around, standing easily at six-foot-four inches tall. His muscular shoulders and thick upper arms filled out his t-shirt; the material clung like a second skin, accenting his chest and washboard abs.
She eyed him uncertainly, not sure what to expect. Chancing a look at his face, her breath caught. His dark brown hair fell over his forehead just above his dark eyebrows; his eyes were a dark mossy green and his nose was straight. Full lips rested above a firm, square jaw. Overall, Cady had to admit she hadn’t seen a better looking man in all of her nineteen years. If she had to guess, she’d put his age around twenty-three or twenty-four.
Marshall quickly looked her over, taking in her slim form and petite stature. Her long chestnut hair fell to the middle of her back in waves. Eyes the color of chocolate stared at him uncertainly. Her nose was small and dainty, above full sensuous lips, all set in an elfin face. She was easily the most beautiful woman they’d managed to snag thus far.
“I’m going to do things a little differently this time,” he announced, looking around the room. “Anyone interested in claiming her should step forward.”
Marshall wasn’t sure what had made him utter the words. Something about her brought out a protective streak in him. She may not be able to choose who she wanted outright, but he could narrow the field down a little and then give her a choice. Something told him he would feel guilty if he just gave her to a random guy.
His brothers, Paul and Robin, stepped forward, as well as their long-time friend, Brendan. Marshall wasn’t entirely surprised, but he was a little dismayed. It would be hard having her in the same house with him on a regular basis. He had hoped someone else would step forward.
“Only three?” he asked the room.
Marshall sighed. Turning toward Cady, he motioned for her to step forward. “I guess I should at least get a good look at you before passing you off to someone. Come here.”
Cady hesitated a moment, but felt a push from behind, sending her sprawling against Marshall. The collision with his hard body nearly knocked the breath out of her.
Reaching out to steady her, Marshall couldn’t help but notice how fragile and soft she felt. Her full breasts pressed against him and he immediately felt himself grow hard. He wasn’t use to having such a sudden reaction to a female and it took him by surprise.
Setting her back on her feet, he backed up a step. He looked down at her, letting his eyes travel from her head to her toes and back again. He had to admit she was delicious. Marshall wondered what she would taste like, what she would feel like lying under him.
Fatum Luna
Cady Whitmore had been mated to Brendan, the new alpha’s twin, for nearly two years. Despite the horrors she had faced when the Vicus Luna had first captured her, she was content with her. While Brendan had not married her as she had hoped, she knew he loved her, and that was enough.
She smiled as she watched Chelsea toddle around the small backyard of the home she shared with Brendan. A quaint white cottage with a picket fence, Cady had transformed the backyard into a paradise with flowers blooming everywhere, which were in full bloom on this beautiful spring day. Her precious daughter was eighteen months old now and growing rapidly. She had her father’s black hair and blue eyes, but her face was her mother’s.
Looking up at the cloudless sky, Cady realized it was nearing noon. With a frown, she wondered where Brendan was. He had left early that morning to run what he had promised would be a quick errand. And yet, several hours later, he hadn’t returned and there had been no word from him. She hadn’t thought to ask if the errand was pack related, and if it was, she had reason for concern.
Just the night before, a werewolf had been found dead, killed by a vigilante. Cady knew it had to be one of the townspeople, probably someone who had lost a loved one to the Vicus Luna. For that, she could not fault them, but the werewolves had become her family and she feared for their safety. Her daughter was the first girl born to the werewolves and she wasn’t sure whether or not Chelsea would shape shift or not, only time would tell, but it made her afraid for her daughter. Would someone try to kill her just because she was Brendan’s daughter?
She looked over to where Chelsea played, the sun gleaming off her ebony curls, and smiled. Her daughter brought her joy no matter how bad her day might be. Even though Cady had given up college, she didn’t regret her choice. Brendan and Chelsea were the best things to happen to her. At twenty-one, some thought she was too young to be a mother. Cady had learned to ignore the whispers whenever she ventured out into the town. For the most part, she only left her house when a werewolf was with her, usually Brendan.
Sensing another presence in the yard, she looked toward the house and froze. At first glance, she thought Brendan had come home, but a closer look revealed Eric standing in her backdoor. The twins were identical, but Brendan always looked happy and carefree, smile lines creasing his handsome face. Eric was every bit as handsome, but there was a seriousness about him that his twin didn’t share. Cady had no doubt it came from being the pack’s alpha. It was a lot of responsibility to shoulder.
Eric’s drawn expression made warning bells go off in Cady’s mind. She knew something was wrong and she dreaded what it could be. With slow, shaky steps, she walked over to Eric until she stood a mere foot away from him. Looking up into the blue eyes that were so like her mate’s, she saw they were glassy with unshed tears and she knew – she knew at that exact moment that something had happened to Brendan.
She smiled as she watched Chelsea toddle around the small backyard of the home she shared with Brendan. A quaint white cottage with a picket fence, Cady had transformed the backyard into a paradise with flowers blooming everywhere, which were in full bloom on this beautiful spring day. Her precious daughter was eighteen months old now and growing rapidly. She had her father’s black hair and blue eyes, but her face was her mother’s.
Looking up at the cloudless sky, Cady realized it was nearing noon. With a frown, she wondered where Brendan was. He had left early that morning to run what he had promised would be a quick errand. And yet, several hours later, he hadn’t returned and there had been no word from him. She hadn’t thought to ask if the errand was pack related, and if it was, she had reason for concern.
Just the night before, a werewolf had been found dead, killed by a vigilante. Cady knew it had to be one of the townspeople, probably someone who had lost a loved one to the Vicus Luna. For that, she could not fault them, but the werewolves had become her family and she feared for their safety. Her daughter was the first girl born to the werewolves and she wasn’t sure whether or not Chelsea would shape shift or not, only time would tell, but it made her afraid for her daughter. Would someone try to kill her just because she was Brendan’s daughter?
She looked over to where Chelsea played, the sun gleaming off her ebony curls, and smiled. Her daughter brought her joy no matter how bad her day might be. Even though Cady had given up college, she didn’t regret her choice. Brendan and Chelsea were the best things to happen to her. At twenty-one, some thought she was too young to be a mother. Cady had learned to ignore the whispers whenever she ventured out into the town. For the most part, she only left her house when a werewolf was with her, usually Brendan.
Sensing another presence in the yard, she looked toward the house and froze. At first glance, she thought Brendan had come home, but a closer look revealed Eric standing in her backdoor. The twins were identical, but Brendan always looked happy and carefree, smile lines creasing his handsome face. Eric was every bit as handsome, but there was a seriousness about him that his twin didn’t share. Cady had no doubt it came from being the pack’s alpha. It was a lot of responsibility to shoulder.
Eric’s drawn expression made warning bells go off in Cady’s mind. She knew something was wrong and she dreaded what it could be. With slow, shaky steps, she walked over to Eric until she stood a mere foot away from him. Looking up into the blue eyes that were so like her mate’s, she saw they were glassy with unshed tears and she knew – she knew at that exact moment that something had happened to Brendan.
