Kira The tour was incredibly boring. Ben was professional and polite, wandering at a pace that Lo could keep up with, without getting breathless and being able to contribute to the conversation. It annoyed me how courteous he was. Jack spent most of the tour looking around inconspicuously for all of the cameras, finding their hidden reflective lenses in the niches of wood and leather around the Archives. From what I could tell, he’d found twenty-six of thirty. A flashing, toothy smile catches on another camera. Fine. Twenty-seven. They were just making the far side of the stacks, near the stairway that led down to the pack Archives, when Sirius became incredibly more interested. “And what are these?” He asked pointedly, looking at the stairs and the ropes that separated them off from prying visitors. “Ah. The Royal Archives of the Aperture Pack,” Ben said admiringly. “Home of our pack lineage, royal birth and marriage documents, copies of temple ceremony proceedings, and histori
Deidre “Fontaine?” I flick through my mental list of scholars. Nothing registers. “Well, if he’s not a medical scientist or researcher, I probably wouldn’t have heard of him.” Mark grunts, throwing his phone down next to his lunch plate. “I’ve got nothing. The internet is supposed to be helpful. All I have are a bunch of university papers and a bunch of research I can’t make heads or tales of.” “Ah yes. My husband’s Beta, ever the academic,” I smile over the brim of my cup. “Quit it,” Jason growls, absorbed in his own phone screen. “Janas is keeping tabs on him, but other than going back to the infirmary, he hasn’t done much apart from call a taxi to take him to a restaurant.” Mark blinks. “A restaurant?” “Yes,” I quip. “The social environment in which people elect to eat and enjoy one another’s company–not that you’ve been to one in the last ten years.” “Seriously?” Jason snaps, head swiveling between Mark and I. “This is the last thing we need.” “A restaurant is not a securit
Perrin The sound of my camera phone clicks and I don’t bother checking it before sending it to Lo. Then I switch shirts, and send another. PERRIN: Blue or green? LO: Either. They each bring out one of your eyes. LO: Goddess you look good. Before I can type a response, a video call from Lo pops up on the screen. I can tell based on the angle of the camera that she’s propped me up against a glass on Dina’s counter in the kitchen. “Hey there, beautiful.” Beautiful doesn’t do her justice, even mid-meal. Her eyes are bright and full of laughter, as if she’d just been joking with Dina. She munches on a carrot stick, grinning. “You know it’s not fair for you to just send me pictures like that.” She lowers her voice. “When you know I really want the other kind of picture.” I laugh, angling the camera so she can see my bare chest. “Gross,” I hear a mutter somewhere off-camera. “I’m not going to be attacked while I’m having lunch, Jack. You can be excused for ten.” “Thank Goddess.” Ja
Deidre“How about this?”Mistra shakes her head, the pink dress I’m holding not doing it for her. Of course it wouldn’t. Mistra only wears dark and… darker. Except for the day she came back from vacation. From ‘visiting her son.’ Here. In Texas.“How about this?” This dress is darker, with a slit up to the thigh that should make any she-wolf her age think twice.“Too revealing,” she dismisses it. The hangers clank loudly on the rack as she disapproves of yet another rack of options.“Mistra?” The clacking plastic stills in response. “You wore pink when you came back from Texas. You think I didn’t notice?”A considering pause follows, then, “I was in a different mood, then.”“Oh?”“Yes. It was… the fresh air.”“So logic would dictate the color would suit you now as well, wouldn’t it?”Another pause. “I suppose.”I thrust my arms around the corner of the clothing rack, holding the original pink once again. She grabs it reluctantly and holds it up to her chin in front of a full-length mi
PerrinEvery curve of her was supple and warm, wanting to be touched. But every time my hands stroked her–found their way around her hips, up to her breasts; she peeled them off of her. Gently, but firm. She wanted my hands above my head where I couldn’t touch her.It was a game, and one that I was totally down to play. And it was incredibly hot, watching her naked body cover my own, her breasts trailing along my abdomen. I felt my cock pressed against her smooth belly as she roved over me, eager for attention. But she took her time, her lips were wet against my skin, trailing fire with an intensity that filled my blood.“Lo,” I moaned, as she kissed my hip bones, her tongue forming a hot trail on my blazing skin. But in the next moment, she had me in her mouth. I was already near the brink, and the feel of her to
PerrinMy father, Mark, and Kira listened intently as I played back the recording of my conversation with Marge. When it stopped, they sat in silence, considering what they had heard.Mark broke the silence. “Three, at least?”“Let’s start with three,” my father said, pressing his palms together. “We don’t need to go looking for more than that, at least to start.”“Isn’t three bad enough?” Kira said, gawking. “And potentially a fourth that couldn’t be there?”“You can’t forget what Gowan had said,” I offered. “It could have been an Ididorahd, all things considered.”“I don’t thi
PerrinPERRIN: Hey beautiful. How’s your day going?LO: You’re up early <3PERRIN: Wish I wasn’t. Interrupted a good dream.LO: Oh?PERRIN: You were in it ;)LO: Are you going to tell me more?PERRIN: I’d rather show you in person.LO: Too bad it will have to wait a few weeks :(PERRIN: Don’t remind me.PERRIN: What are you up to today?LO: I’m heading to the local pack archives to pack up my things, hopefully round out a few things about a recent paper I submitted to our pack journal.PERRIN: That sounds excitingLO: Right. Because you believe spending time in a pack archive is exciting, lol
Perrin“Can I see Jack?”“He’s not awake yet,” sighed Deidre. She looked troubled about that. She had been walking me back to the front lobby.“I don’t care.” It was the truth. Throughout everything, Jack had been there when it had mattered. He helped us narrow down where to find Kira, covered for me after the announcement ceremony with the press, and above all else, he forgave me for not believing in him or expressing any confidence that he was worthy of being my Beta.“Right this way,” she said, leading me down another series of halls, then stopped short in front of a door. “Can you find your way back on your own?” She glanced at her watch. “I have a call in ten minutes.”