"Tell me it meant nothing to you. Tell me I mean nothing to you. Look me in the face and tell me, but don't you dare lie to me."

His jaw is rigid as he looks down at me, his eyes stormy and so dark blue that they are nearly black. 

"If you meant nothing then this would be easier," he says. His hands are trembling, fisted in my shift and I press myself against him. "If you meant nothing," he says, his lips just above mine. "Then I would not have to walk away."

***

Ella Crow was going to be the next Alpha of her pack, instead turning out to be an outcast with no supernatural gift.

Christian St Clair is a royal vampire who seems unable to control his hunger for Ella. Everything around her seems to be one mystery after another and it's not a world that a country girl from a woodland pack knows how to travel. 

Is there love to be found on the brink of war?

The Children of the Moon is created by Harriett Nielsen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The Children of the Moon

I don't sleep the last few hours of the night, even though my eyes feel like they're burning holes in my head. It's hard to process everything that has happened. I've only been at the training camp for a day and I've already landed myself in more trouble than I think I've ever been in before. Making an enemy of the Corporal wasn't my smartest move. 


I think kissing the Centurion probably wasn't either, but the memory of his lips on mine is one of the sweetest I have. I can’t bring myself to regret it.


There's a bugle call that wakes everyone else in the barrack up and Isabel sits straight up, bangs her head on the bunk above her and tears a hole in her pillow. She's not much of a morning person. 


Mitch has been hanging upside down off his bunk for an hour already, singing to himself. He is a morning person. 


Somehow the two of them remain friends despite this. 


Chapter 22: Omega Cohort