Liam’s POV Luckily we anticipated these waits and brought a deck of cards. We got some odd looks but we had fun with our parking lot poker. Finally my Luna emerged after what felt like eternity. “You win us some money honey?”, her voice is like food for my soul. I scoop her up and spin her around, making her squeal a little. “We get to pick lunch huh?”, as I leave a little kiss on her mark. “Yeah, you guys pick Hooter’s or something?”. I squeeze her into me as Zak chuckles. “Why on earth would be take an entourage of our women folk there?”, Zak chides. “Culture Zak. Besides, Ian’s never been I bet”. He busts out laughing. I nip Emma’s shoulder lightly, “what did you guys do in that dress shop that has you so defiant miss Emma? No. We aren’t going to Hooter’s nor would we. Believe it or not, we’ve actually never been AND… I’ve heard their food sucks. Besides, I’ve got all the hooters I want right here”. I playfully caress her boob. Dana giggles, “You started
Emma’s POV “I can’t believe it’s already been three weeks. Are you sure everything is ready?”. I’m a nervous wreck. Ruth is curling my hair, getting us ready for the ceremony. “Relax, Emma. Darling. Everything is set, just chill”. Grace comes in, followed by Savannah, Michelle and Dana. They’re all dressed and look stunning. Each chose their own style of emerald dress with gold jewelry. Grace in a gold dress. “Mama Grace!”, I look her up and down. “You are gorgeous”. She twirls and curtsies. Ruth scolds me, “quit moving child”. I sulk, “sorry mother”. She finishes my hair and light makeup. “Oh boy, the moment of truth. Hopefully it fits”. I step into the bathroom and shimmy into the gown only this time Grace steps in behind me. “Oh honey, you look stunning”. I look at myself in the mirror as she laces up the gown. “Thank you Grace”. She pulls a box from a bag and reveals a stunning pair of emerald earrings. “Oh my, Grace. That’s too much”. She swats my hand
Liam’s POV *about six weeks later* “Liam, stop pacing”. I look up at Emma who is in labor but can’t push yet. “Why is she so calm?” Kalen nudges. I just shake my head. I have no idea how she’s this calm but it’s going on 20 hours now of labor and contractions but she hasn’t been able to actually push yet. “Oww… ehhh”, Emma lets out a slight shriek. I rush over to her. “Baby, tell me what you need”. Grace comes in, also cool as a cucumber. “Is this like a woman thing Liam?”. Kalen is just as nervous as I am. “Kalen buddy, I have no idea. But I’m freaking out too”. She squeezes my arm, oh shit that hurts. “Oh sorry baby”. I rub her hand, “no, squeeze all you need it’s fine”. I may regret that later. Grace checks her progress, “ooh, Emma my girl, you are finally ready. You feel like you can push?”. Emma takes a breath in, “no, I’m just gonna chill here a while and do a crossword”. She giggles, “yes, please… get them out of me!”. Grace looks at me, “you
I can feel the heat surrounding us. I am not old enough to have a wolf so my skin is nipped sharply by the flames. My mother and father surround me in their wolf forms. Just then, my father nuzzles me up onto mother’s back and urges her forward, jumping across the line of fire. Papa follows suit. As we eye our escape and fresh air ahead, a band of rogue male wolves block our path. Father sideswipes them and clears the way for my mother to lurch forward at full speed. She stops and turns to find her mate. They make painful eye contact as my father is attacked from all sides. They’re mind linking which I cannot hear and just then my mother starts to walk backwards, halting to take one more look at her mate and then turns to run for our lives. &nbs
I wake up drenched in sweat again. Another nightmare. I hate these sweats because it meant that I would freeze the rest of the morning until I made a fire. Blinking a few times, I decide I cannot sleep any longer. I don’t wish to return to my nightmare either. My home is a rock cave that I found about a week ago. It’s hidden nicely behind a waterfall so I feel somewhat sheltered, protected. I begin to build my small fire in hopes of warming up. Over the last several years, I had collected some clothing items from rogue camps, but left it all behind when I was trapped a few weeks ago.I preferred to live in wolf form for many reasons, not having clothes being one of them. My wolf, Morrigan, came to me about three months ago. She is a comfort
Zak’s POV “Alpha, may I have a word”. I am sweating a little, not sure if it was the right thing to bring a rogue in, well not after what happened to the town a year ago. Liam barely turns his focused head, “hmm”. He is a statue of a man. He is taller than me and I am at least six feet. Easily womps any of us at sparring and has muscles to prove it. Scars too. He has been in a few brawls, mainly to protect our town and pack. I have known alpha since we were small boys and we have always been good friends. My father was his father’s beta. They were both murdered during the attack. “Sir we came across a lone she-wolf in the far territory. She had been camping in a cave. I’m not quite sure how long she has been there but well… we”.... “You wha
Liam’s POV The thought of a rogue in my house makes me queasy, she-wolf or not. I step lightly down the kitchen stairs and see Grace conversing with a seemingly small human on a stool, facing away from me. I could not tell her exact stature as the clothes were easily five times too big. Her hair cascading down her back. Mom looks up at me suddenly, “Alpha, son. There is someone I would like you to meet”. The girl stops eating, setting the apple slice down and lowers her head in submission. Keeping her head bowed, she turns toward me. I can’t quite see her face with the light shadows and her immense amount of hair. “What’s your name?” I ask. She lifts her eyes to meet mine. It feels like a bomb exploding in my gut. Kalen rushes forward, “MATE” he screams, loud enough I thought they all heard. My heart racin
Liam POV Holy shit, holy shit. “Oh my goddess Liam, did you see our mate? She is BEAUTIFUL!”. “Yes she is Kalen. I cannot believe our mate is a rogue?!”. “But did you see her bruises? Those were gnarly. And the choke mark on her neck”.. “Wait what? Did we see the same woman, Kalen?”. “You seriously didn’t see her face full of bruises? Wow you really were affected. Don’t worry, I am too little guy”. I have never seen Kalen this, well, emotional and sort of girly. He is gushing big time. But bruises? Why can I not remember any bruises. As I walk hurriedly to some unknown destination, I bump into Zak and Leo. I did not really acknowledge the bump and keep walking. They jog to catch up, “Alpha, everything ok?” Leo asks. I turn to