Even through a thick canopy of trees, the sun was warm on my face, but my body felt on fire. I soon discovered the reason for feeling so overheated at midday in the shadows of the woods, before I even pried open my eyes, I could smell their heady masculine scents. Before the other awareness dawned in me, I felt the press of bare skin against mine. I didn’t even need to have my eyes open to know that I was nestled between Roam to my front and Grey to my back. A tangle of limbs and naked bodies upon a bed of moss on the forest bed. Last night came back to me in more than just jagged pieces, but clearer than my nights after The Full Moon usually were. I typically remembered fragments like a kaleidoscope of memories, but my wolf claiming both of the Alphas, sleeping naked beside me, was not fuzzy at all. My memories precise and coherent. Oh, fuck me on a Monday, what had she done? Things just got hella more complicated. My head was already hurting just thinking about the fallout from la
My eyes flashed bright, my teeth bared, before I raised my head skyward and let out a roar that reverberated off the trees, sent birds flying from their perches, and animals fled through the underbrush. The humans I smelled on my land, having their lunch in my diner, no doubt thought a rabid wolf, who stalked in daylight, was out on the prowl. They probably remembered the vicious attack on the roadside years before, fear cutting through them, and hunters reached for their guns. That was the power my howl had over all the living things within ten miles or so of Mountaintop. Not even my Alpha mates were immune to the raw power I had just unleashed. Much in the way of when we all wore our fur the night before, my mates were struck still. One pair of grey and one pair of honey eyes locked on me. “Enough!” I commanded. “This is my land and there will be no more fighting or bloodshed here.” I felt the waves of Luna essence cascading off me, and I should’ve been freaked out because it was
Luckily, my cellar was a far enough distance away from my diner, that I wouldn’t be seen during my naked walk of shame. I drug my weary and bruised carcass down the stone steps and threw on my sundress, not even bothering with my bra or panties. I was tempted just to curl up on a ball on the concrete floor, and ugly cry until my exhausted body gave into sleep that often eluded me.But one look at what once had been my cage, and I knew that plan wouldn’t work. My vault was torn to hell. Blood and pieces of metal were scattered around the cellar. There was nothing left to keep predators of any kind out while I slumbered off the high of last night, and the low of this morning. This was going to be an expensive fix and I was drained in all ways possible, mental, physical, emotional. I didn’t have the energy to deal with it or my other problems currently. So I did what Harmony White does best, I avoided and I walked away.I stumbled into my cabin and into my shower to wash away the filth o
Over the next week, while both the Alphas stayed off my land, they certainly didn’t stay completely out of my head no matter how much I threw myself into my work to stay distracted. Even with a steady diet of wolfsbane, my wolf missed her mates terribly. My shriveled heart missed Grey, while my body missed Roam in ways that were more carnal in nature. I had to hand it to the dark Alpha, he was shit at everything except for working his cock and making me scream his name as I had had back to back orgasms. My grey wolf had been more of the complete package, good looks, a sweeter nature, cared more about then just getting between my legs, and the sex had been more mind-blowingly intimate between us.My wolf wanted me to forgive them both, call them back to me, and mate until I was knocked up with a little wolfy, she didn’t even care which fathered the pup, she wasn’t picky. She had chosen both the Alphas as hers and was more than willing to settle down and be a good mate to them both. I d
I tried to make a final non-violent more diplomatic approach with the armed robber. I almost felt sorry for him. He did not know just who, or more correctly what, the fuck he was dealing with. But he was about to learn if he kept that gun in my face and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I conjured a few tears to the surface and held up shaky hands in front of me to put on a good show. No one would be able to say I had not tried if the cops had to view the security camera footage of tonight. I had of course erased all the evidence of the wolf fight in my diner but had stored my sexual escapades, captured with both the Alphas, in a private, secured folder for my later viewing pleasure. So far, I hadn’t watched them as memories from both those nights still dominated my dreams, and I often awoke with wet panties afterwards. Now was so not the time for thinking about sex upon the very counter I was being held up behind with a gun aimed at my left tit. “We don’t have a safe! This place is
I felt like I was breathing through a straw as I desperately tried to suck air into my burning lungs. The voices of the young mates around me, came in and out, and I could barely grab onto any of their words. Fear and pain were overtaking me as each breath seemed to come harder than the one before. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks. I clawed at my chest ripping my shirt as the fabric was choking me. My blood ran like rivets across my now semi-bare chest, down onto the counter, then sliding onto the floor below. Wolf healing would have come in handy at a fucking time like this to slow my bleeding out. But my stupid stubborn pride and prejudice against Lycans was going to be the death of me once and for all. That bullet seemed to have hit more than just a lung on the way in. Lily’s face was pale near mine and her lips were moving but I couldn’t understand the words. I did understand when she gripped my hand in hers and held on tight. Rand reappeared in the corner of my vision and
I do not know how much time passed as I struggled to come back from the void, and my life was like fragmented shards of awareness, pain, fear, comfort. But what remained constant was the presence of my mates. Even when my basic senses failed me, I could feel my grey wolf and my dark wolf inside me in a way that defied reason and logic. Even in the nothingness, between awake and asleep, life and death, they were there with me, so I was not alone. And when my vision faded, I could still smell their scents at my side, I could hear their beating hearts, and they spoke to me with more than just words. We connected on both this plane of existence, and the next it seemed, my mates anchoring me to this world, and keeping me from crossing over to the spirit world entirely. My body hovered that thin line between life and death as I had lost too much blood, but my mates would not allow me to go. Neither would my wolf, even when my human heart threatened to give out, when it sputtered and I did
With a grunt, Roam turned and made for a pitcher of water on the counter, while Grey got some pillows adjusted beneath my back. I hissed with the movement, my chest and side were on fire and no matter how I eased myself slowly back into the pillows, or adjusted my hips, I could not get comfortable. His face scrunched up with worry and a sympathy tense on my behalf. “Tell me where it hurts,” he said softly. “Everywhere,” I admitted, through gritted teeth, “but nothing I can’t handle.” I traced down my body and felt a bandage on my side and I raised my eyebrows. The last thing I knew, I had been shot in the chest. I looked at my closest mate for an explanation. But it was the she-wolf who stepped closer to my bedside to answer. “Hello Miss White. I’m Raven, the Timberland’s pack healer, how are you feeling?” I sighed, “I’ve been better, but I’m alive. Thanks for everything you’ve done for me.” She smiled, “No problem. But I can’t take all the credit. The Moon and your mates helped