Lycan's Rise, Book 2

I opened my eyes, hearing screaming from outside our room; I tried to sit up, finding myself buried underneath my mates. Yes, I know I have several mates, and I would not change it for anything in the world. Seriously, who can say they have Lycan mates and a Vampire mate? Yes, I said vampire...and damn, is he gorgeous.... yes, he looks very brooding, but damn! My mates all look like they could be models. How did I get this lucky? Yet they all like piling on me to make sure I go nowhere without them.

Since returning to the pack, everyone has been bustling around preparing things for the Luna ceremony. I wonder if I will be the first Luna to have four mates...and they are not normal mates by any means. We are Lycans, along with my one mate, who is a vampire.

Yes, I know; as the old stories go, Lycan’s ceased to exist a thousand years ago. The prophecies foretold of my mates and myself, saying I would end up the Lycan Queen...ruling over all werewolves. I still don’t know about that, but I know I have my mates where I want them. Hehe...they are attentive and fiercely protective and possessive.

As I look over at each of them, they look like angels sleeping; well, mind you, they can be ruthless killers. Yes, even Brent has gone after several werewolves for even looking at me more than a passing glance. Is it necessary to rip someone’s eyeballs out with your claws? Talk about harsh...but he is who he is. As I felt my sleeping devils stirring beside me, I looked down and grinned at them.

“Devils, are we, or are we the angels you were just peering upon? Make up your mind, woman!” Johnathan laughed.

All I could do was grin at him as my cheeks turned a bright red, almost the shade of a very ripe apple. I giggled as I felt them all begin to move against me. The feeling of sparks and surges sent me into overdrive. I have to admit being pregnant has made me even more aroused when they touch me. Not that they are complaining about it in the least.

I think they love it so much they would rather keep me pregnant. Yet, they did that to me anyways beforehand as well. I cannot get enough of them any way you spin it. They are my mates and my loves, and I loved every single inch of them...mm. I need to get my thoughts straight, or I will not get the opportunity to update you. I am getting sidetracked by them. So where was I?

So, what has happened since Jameson? We stabilized my old pack land; my father and mother have returned to it. He is once again the Alpha there; our pack has returned to the land. My father is also Alpha of the old Pike Peaks pack, which is now part of the Blood Moon Pack.

He has made a transition between the two parklands easier, and a road runs between them. The pack members get to choose what area they choose to live in; yes, pack members are added to it often, so I am happy there is plenty of room for everyone. As for our pack, it is growing, and we have gained many warriors from the Pike Peak pack as well. Some of our good warriors have taken the initiative of going to our branch of the pack, where my father is to train warriors. They needed it badly. That pack is part of our pack, so it needs to be strong and ready to defend at any moment.

As far as my mates and myself, coming back home felt wonderful...Damien is still here. He won’t let me leave his sight. Nor will Cliff, Johnathan, or Brent...they are extremely protective, even more so now that I am pregnant. I am already feeling as though I have been pregnant forever. It has only been about two months since I got pregnant, but still, I can feel the changes. Alright, yes, I know mood swings and being emotional go with it...but no one warned me about turning even more vindictive and to the point, Lycan.

With all this screaming going on, I cannot concentrate on continuing going over the past two months. Things are looking up; our packs are expanding and are happy. Ugh! Whoever is screaming better shut up before my mates rip them apart for waking me. They don’t play when it comes to me.... they rather remove the problem and be done with it. I hope this is satisfactory for an update well to this point but if not, tough! I am irritated with this yelling and screaming going on outside my door to care about anything.

Cliff climbed out of bed and walked for the bedroom door, his bare ass so tight and firm, his muscles bulging and moving under his flesh... mouth-watering, I must admit. Wait a min.

“Mate clothes! MINE!” I yelled at him.

His eyes widened, looking down, realizing he was as naked as a jaybird; he turned his head to me and grinned. He walked over to the dresser, pulled out a pair of shorts, and slipped them on as he walked to the door. Damien and Johnathan climbed in front of me, blocking the view from the door to me. Oh, yeah, I am naked as well...they don’t like me being seen by anyone. So even when I shift, no one is allowed around me until I am dressed, per my mates.

I would hate to think what they would do to someone if they saw me when I shifted back. Considering what Brent did to the werewolf for looking at me for too long. Cliff yanked the door open to see many people running along the hallways yelling at the top of their lungs. Orders are being barked out from one to another. What could have everyone in such a tizzy? I did not like being woken like this, that is for sure.

Cliff grabbed a man that was running by the doorway by the arm, his expression of shock that his Alpha had just grabbed him.

“Why is there so much yelling going on? Did you not realize our mate was sleeping along with us? How is this called for? Now tell me why everyone is freaking out!” Cliff demanded.

“Johnathan’s parents have arrived. We were not expecting them yet, and now we are trying to get everything prepared. Their car should be arriving at the house in a moment.” The man rambled.

Johnathan growled lowly, knowing now he would have to deal with them. He wanted to kill his parents, so perhaps this is his opportunity, that is, if Cliff doesn’t kill them first. I am sure his beta was with him as well...the one who portrayed Cliff's father all these years. Cliff loved his parents, no not the ones who gave him away but the ones who loved and raised him to be a good man. I could feel the rage building in Cliff because Johnathan’s parents had stolen the Alpha-ship from him and tossed him away as if he were useless to them.