“Yes baby. Yes, you feel so damn good around me. I’m so close” Williem announces his orgasm to me, and before I know it, I am contracting around him, coming for what could be the fifth or sixth time. I ‘ve lost count.
My orgasm triggers his and with a roar he comes in me, drenching my insides with his seed.
This is heavenly.
Chapter 8
Angelina
The week before the full moon is wonderful. I may still have worries about other things like what being Williem’s mate meant, and what the full moon’s arrival would mean for me but I don’t let it get me down for a single second.
I have decided to take each day at a time and that is exactly what I do.
Surprised but not worried when Jonathan asks to speak with me for a bit, I am stunned when the first thing he does is bring out an old photograph and shows me a beautiful woman who almost looks like me.
“This is who you remind me of. I had mentioned it to Williem, but I still had to do more digging before I could say anything to you.”
“She is very beautiful, Jon. Is she a friend of yours?”
“Yes, in some ways she was the best of friends to me, I had at times wished we could be more, but it wasn’t meant to be. In some ways I was a perfect friend to her too, but in others, I failed her.” His face is lined with years of regret, and I want to hug him if that would take some of the pain away from his eyes.
“I’m so sorry to hear that, Jon. You can definitely reconcile with her. I’m sure she’ll love to see you again.” I say, intent on comforting him, but his next words just confuse me further.
“She is no longer living, but I want you to know her. I was just going to show you her picture, but then I got caught up. I wanted to know what had happened to her, so I took a picture of her and gave her name to Eric.”
Eric is a sentinel who exists in his own world. He is as strong and fast as every other Lycan, but his interest lies in computers and everything digital.
Responsible for the satellite blind spots over this Territory, Eric was literally God’s eye, capable of accessing cameras and records all over the world in conjunction with his pseudo lieutenants; the techies, as I call them in my head.
I still have no idea why Jon felt the need to tell me about his old flame but I let him talk. He has always been one of the kindest people to me, so if he wants to talk, you can bet I will listen.
“Did Eric find anything for you?” I ask, hoping that at the very least he finds something to give Jon closure.
I know how difficult it is to look for someone and get nothing back. I had searched for my birth parents for most of my adolescent and subsequent adult life.
“He did.”
That should be great news, but Jon isn’t happy. The dashingly handsome smile I know to be part Jonathan is absent. It doesn’t bode well.
I don’t know how Williem knows I am worried, but he is by my side in a flash. I am worried about Jon so it surprises me when he asks me to sit down instead.
Jon begins talking, and my world starts falling apart around me.
“Her name was Felicity, and she was the happiest and most beautiful woman I knew as a young man. A Lycan, she was breathtaking. This picture doesn’t do her justice.” Jon starts. “Your eyes are just like hers. She was your mother, Angelina.”
Luke I am your father.
I snort at the thought that crosses my mind. I can see it startles Williem, making him eye me strangely, and confuses Jon. He must mistake my incoming mental breakdown with disbelief because he immediately starts explaining more to me.
I can barely pay attention to the individual words but the broad details of it stick to my mind.
She was a Lycan from a neighboring pack, formerly located in the next county.
Her entire family and pack were killed by a surge of rogues resulting from a solitary human community being attacked by an rogue who was more concerned with turning humans than killing them.
She fell in love with a human man, forbidden by her pack’s rules, and was denied habitation because of the threat her human lover posed.
Living in a mostly human population, her new family is attacked by the same rogue pack, killing her and her husband. The only survivor being a premature baby in a hospital’s neonatal intensive care unit.