**When Broken Stars Drift Across Empty Midnight Skies by Troy Mason Venn 84**
**Chapter 84 Ending**
**Alayah’s p.o.v.**
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The anticipation bubbles within me as I sense Khal’s presence drawing nearer to the surface. I can hardly contain my excitement for the day when Topaz will finally have the chance to bond with our Mates’ Lycans. Yet, we both recognize that this moment hinges on a decision I must make, and until then, we must wait.
This decision, however, doesn’t alter the connection I share with my Mates. Topaz is eager to solidify the Mate-bond within the territory we will soon call home, but uncertainty lingers in my mind about whether that place will be the Autumn Moon Pack.
In this moment, Nikolay has pulled my shirt away, seeking unimpeded access to my breasts. A soft moan escapes my lips as he envelops one nipple in his warm mouth, while his hand lavishes attention on the other. The sensations are intoxicating, yet I crave more than what he is providing. I shift slightly, yearning to feel every inch of him, and I feel his hands grip my hips, lifting me effortlessly.
As I straddle him, a rush of exhilaration courses through me. I begin to grind my hips against him, while we both hastily work to undress one another. Nikolay encounters a minor challenge with my jeans, and I assist him, eager to shed any barriers between us. The moment my jeans are out of the way, he captures my lips in a kiss that steals my breath away, lowering me onto his cock with a fluid motion.
Nikolay takes control, guiding me up and down his length. My breath quickens, the pace between us intensifying as I feel the world around us fade. Suddenly, my eyes snap wide open at the sound of footsteps pounding down the stairs. “Nikolay, where are the two of you?” Nathan’s voice calls out, and I catch a mischievous glint in Nikolay’s eyes as he keeps our lips locked in a fervent embrace.
We can hear the others darting around the garden, their voices echoing, but in this cocoon of passion, neither of us pays them any heed. Nikolay’s hand tangles in my hair, muffling any sounds I make, making it harder for my other Mates to locate us. His other hand travels down my back, pressing his middle finger against my backdoor. A moan escapes me as he begins to push inside, sending waves of pleasure through me, his movements expertly alternating, driving me closer to the precipice of ecstasy.
Khal and Topaz have erected a mental barrier around our link, and as Nikolay pushes us both over the edge, I hear Eiji’s low growl of frustration. He is clearly displeased with his inability to reach us. The chatter of the others drifts to my ears, but their words are lost to me; my mind is clouded with pleasure as I lean against Nikolay, struggling to catch my breath.
“Sounds like your other Mates are feeling a bit frustrated,” Nikolay whispers playfully in my ear, eliciting a giggle from me. Topaz flashes an image of my Mates, their expressions filled with longing and desire, but the growls from all four of my Mates draw my attention back to Nikolay. “Oops, I think I stumbled upon another ability,” Topaz mumbles, and I turn to Nikolay, seeking clarity on this unexpected turn of events.
“Why did you show us that image, Princess?” Nikolay inquires, handing me my jeans. I freeze momentarily, realizing I wasn’t the only one who witnessed that image. I reach out to Khal, asking him to share an image of me, and moments later, I see what he reveals to Nikolay, my other Mates catching a glimpse as well. “They must be close by,” I hear Noah grumble, prompting me to hastily pull my clothes on. I need to speak with Grandpa; I have so many questions about what the future holds.
“There are numerous abilities you might acquire, but each one is interconnected in some way,” he explains. I ponder this, attempting to discern the link between my camouflage gift and my projection ability. It takes me a few moments to grasp why these two gifts could be intertwined.
As my mind races through the possibilities, Topaz interrupts my thoughts. I glance at my Mates, trying to fit the pieces of this intricate puzzle together. Nero had overheard the conversation between Marc and Alpha Randell, while Nathan had sensed that Crystal was speaking the truth. Could it be that they inherited those gifts from me? And did Nikolay receive the gift of projection as a result of our bond?
The questions swirl in my mind, seemingly multiplying. “Grandpa, is it possible that my Mates received a gift from me after we marked one another?” I inquire, my voice tinged with curiosity. He falls into deep contemplation, and just then, Brock stands up to leave the living room. It takes a few minutes before he returns, and I can see that Grandpa is still lost in thought.
Brock hands me a journal, and Grandpa instructs me to turn to a specific page. The journal, dated centuries ago, was penned by a man named Joey. “He was one of the few who never betrayed his Mate,” Grandpa elaborates as I begin to read. The entry recounts a troubling incident that occurred just three days after he and his Mate had marked one another. His best friend had offered to become his Mate’s personal guard, but Joey sensed something amiss and requested his friend to repeat the offer in front of his Mate.
Joey had urged his Mate to share her feelings about his friend, and he wasn’t surprised when she confirmed his suspicions—his friend had been dishonest. Confused by his motives, they decided to keep him close, with her brother watching him closely. It took nearly four years for them to uncover the truth behind Joey’s friend’s intentions, but he ultimately failed in his scheme.
Joey’s friend coveted my ancestor for himself, yearning for the Alpha title that came with her. He believed that constant proximity would allow him to seduce her, not realizing that she was destined to be Joey’s fated Mate. Like many Wolves and Lycans, he mistakenly thought they were merely chosen Mates, and that assumption would cost him dearly; the Elders sanctioned his demise, eliminating yet another threat to the Blood Stone Pack.

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