Chapter 60 – A Turning Point in The Necklace That Protects Me by Miranda James
In this chapter of The Necklace That Protects Me, Miranda James introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 60 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Internet genre.
Michael also revealed the discussion with the council and the happy atmosphere disappeared. Everyone looked worried. As much as I hated to do this on my wedding night, it was important to let the pack know. We answered questions the best we could.
Before long it was finally time to go. The nervousness and excitement raised inside of me. Michael and I were finally going to mate! It seemed like we had waited an eternity!
Instead of leading me to the room from last night, Michael led me out of the pack house. I look at him with questioning eyes but he just laughed and picked me up, bridal style of corse, and headed into the woods. There was a charming little cabin a little ways in the woods that I hadn't ever seen before. It was a small log cabin with a chimney puffing out white smoke.
The entire inside was wooden. There was only a bed, fireplace, and kitchenette in the main room. The only other room was the bathroom. I loved everything about it, especially the fireplace that was lit, emitting a soft warm glow around the cabin.
Michael laid me down on the bed on my back and rested on his elbows above me. Nervousness was plain as day in his eyes. I laughed and pulled him to me, kissing him deeply. The kiss quickly became heated before he broke it and started kissing and sucking on my neck.
I started to moan and grind my body against him, the need for him was building up inside of me.
"Are you sure Noel?" He asked in a deep husky voice, seemingly restraining himself, "there's no turning back from this."
"Yes!" I breathed. "I am yours Michael, forever, and I want to be one with you."
With that Michael returned to my neck. His canines grew longer and he teased the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. Then he sunk his teeth in, the pain was brief and was immediately replaced with pleasure. I moaned and thrust my hips into him, earning a playful growl from him.
I flipped us over and pulled his shirt off. I was sitting right on top of his not so little member. I rolled my hips, then stopped and leaned down to kiss him. He returned the kiss with intensity before grabbing both of my hips with his hands, slowly pulling my hips forward then pushing them back.
I was moaning loudly into his neck. My canines grew and I bit down marking him as mine. I sat up to looked into his eyes. I saw the need in his eyes grow. He literally ripped my clothes off before greedily placing kisses all over my body. I was in complete heaven.
When I woke up in the morning everything felt different. I felt renewed and strong. There was definite pain between my legs, but it wasn't a bad pain. It was a pain that made me long for more. I would never get enough of Michael.
Since I had conjured the forest, I closed my eyes and focused on my parents. All of the sudden I smelled cedar wood and frankincense. I opened my eyes to see the man from my dreams. My father! Tears immediately filled my eyes.
"Don't cry my little Noel!" Orion said as he rushed to my side. He engulfed me in a huge hug. A hug that was second only to my mate's.
"Is this real?" I ask blinking away tears. I felt like it was but I couldn't be sure.
"Yes my dear. I'm guessing one of your powers have manifested. The ability to converse with the deceased. By your neck I'm assuming you've newly mated." Orion explained, a blush creeping to my cheeks, but also confusion as I didn't understand what it had to do with anything. "When white wolves become one with their true mate it awakens their power. There are other ways but it takes time."
"So you knew I was a white wolf?" I ask sheepishly.
"Yes. Your mother and I hid our relationship, and you from the council because we didn't know who to trust. We were scared and just wanted you safe. Jackson tracked us down before we made it to our safe house though. I am so thankful you escaped!" My father explained, pain and regret evident in his eyes. "I was killed that night. But your mother was not."
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