We'll go down to the hotel, Mary," she announced to the maid, pulling from her bag the London guidebook she had taken from the library. Let's see which one is the most suitable..The horses slowed as they took the path that led to the bridge over the river. Eden glanced out the door at the fog-shrouded landscape, then back to her guide. “The Pulteney looks to be the most comfortable and central," she explained, trying to keep her tone light, "but it's certainly very expensive. Let's see.”The sedan lurched forward and, at the sound of hooves on logs, Jimin realized they had reached the bridge. There was a terrible creak. The coachman screamed and the sedan pitched sideways. Eden tried to grab hold of Amara, but her hands could only clasp Mary's dress as Icy water invaded the darkened cabin. They had fallen into the river.Ian waded to the edge of the torrent, the water almost completely submerging his high boots.“Too late," he announced. The dam's already broken. There's no way
Ian first saw the shattered pillars of the bridge, then a wavering figure stepped out to meet him, a small dog barking frantically at his heels. Ian jumped down from his saddle and Toby leapt into his arms. A baby's cries could be clearly heard over the roar of the river.“Where's my omega, Philips?”“Still in the car, milord. With the maid and the baby. The footman's a little hurt, but he'll be alright. I sent him for help. It was the floodwater that caused the bridge pillars to collapse as we drove over...If we make any sudden movements, it'll cause the rest of the bridge to collapse.” Ian put the dog down and ran along the bank, the coachman on his heels. When he reached the carriage, Ian had to fight the urge to jump straight into the water to save his family.“We need ropes, horses and... Ah, thank God, there's Murrow!”The carpenter galloped down the hill, pulling his wagon team along. When he reached the bank, he braked with the reins. The men with him jumped down from th
“Sir”It was Philips' voice that brought Ian back to earth; he'd just lost the most important person in his life.“Sir." Philips insisted in the face of his master's silence. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but we await your orders. It's getting dark, the current is preventing us from crossing and continuing our search, so I think it's best to go back inside, get warm, regain your strength and start again tomorrow. Also, you'll have to prepare for the worst, sir, with the low temperatures and the cold.”“Are you mad?” Ian asked, his voice full of fatigue but above all full of bitterness. “Excuse me, sir?”“My wife has just been carried off, I don't know where she is or what state she's in, and all you can tell me is to go home, get warm and prepare for the worst. So I repeat, ARE YOU CRAZY?”“I'm sorry, I…”“Enough... Send Jem to tell my Aunt and Alexis to take care of Amara. Then gather all the men near the clearing with the best hunting dogs you can find. I want everyone to get to work,
Ian made it his own, sensing that this was their real first time. The alpha forced himself to control his desire and keep an eye on Eden’s, which rose and rose, until the final conflagration, the simultaneous deflagration.“My love…”Ian gasped again. “Forever and ever. Forever and ever.” “My omega,” Ian whispered, stroking the back of her neck.Ian looked at his omega with such tenderness, as if he couldn't believe he had it all to himself.“You're mine, aren't you Eden?” The alpha asked, looking tall and majestic above her“All yours” Eden nodded vigorously, her breath catching as she felt Ian’s hands wrap around her ankles, caressing her calves before spreading them apart, making more room for between her thighs“Yes," Eeen murmured, "yes, all yours, mark me.”“Are you sure?”“Yes, I want to be yours, completely”Ian let out a tiger-like growl just before he bounced on his prey, before leaning in, his mouth hot and heavy as he rubbed his lips across Eden’s cheek, up to her chin,
March 26th “These flowerbeds are going to look great this summer.”Eden leaned against Ian by the window of the large living room, above the flowerbeds that Johnson and his men, including young Trubshawe, were preparing, burying the flower bulbs.“Amara is growing, too. It's late March, spring is in the air.”Ian put his arm around his omega’s shoulders and drew her closer. It was still a shock for him to know she was his.“Do you think it's possible to be this happy?" asked Eden.“No, not usually," he replied, smiling. Then he leaned over to tickle Eden’s earlobe with his tongue, watching for her reaction. “But I know lots of ways to enhance the sensation.”“Oh, I know that.”Eden tried to react like a respectable viscountess and show a little reproach towards her rascal of a husband, but she hardly succeeded.“As it happens," Eden whispered to him in an engaging voice, "we have no obligations either this afternoon or this evening. I've kept us a few moments free, since we're packi
The competition sounded bizarre to Anastasia , but her omega had guided her to this pack for a reason. Did she travel all the way here to escape fate, to only end up in a remixed version of it? This can't be real.As she pondered the logistics of it, her omega spoke to her again.Join, you will find our mate there.So Anastasia entered herself into the competition, even though she was confused as hell.She trusted her omega more than anything. The few times she actually spoke to Anastasia she made the right choice, from choosing to run away or hiding her hair from that one suspicious omega who asked her about it years ago. She had never been wrong. It didn't mean that she didn't question her decisions though. The journey to get here had been grueling, with her somehow avoiding rogues. If it wasn't for the mass migration of people in this direction at this time of the year, she would've ended up lost or dead.As she sat in the Inn,she reminisced about the events from the past two weeks.
She nervously waited in line for her turn to enter. Spending a little of the money she had to buy a nicer shirt as all of her old ones were not nice looking. The twins would pay no mind to what she was wearing, but she still wanted to look nice. People had stared at her oddly when she had signed up, an omega most likely could not bear alphas just like betas due to their weaker wombs. Despite the stares, she persisted, waiting in line until it was her turn to go. Anyone could enter, just as long as they had presented and hadn't previously gone.Her bones still ache slightly from the night before. Shifting in such a small room was enough to make her wolf anxious, adding to the fact that it had been so many years since she had last shifted it made it even worse. Most wolves shifted at least once a week, sometimes daily. It was dangerous for them not to. Anastasia hardly ever did , and when she did it was for brief moments in her room, too scared to spend more than an hour in her w
“Shift back,” the warrior announced menacingly, he wanted his omega in his arms. This was their mate for god’s sake! The omega whimpered a bit, cowering down to cover herself. With an angry huff, he grabbed his twins around and turned him around, giving the omega privacy once again. The minute he sensed that the omega had turned, he twirled around again, marching to the omega quickly and dropping to his knees in front of her, eyes ablaze. Anastasia had only managed to grab her shirt to cover her front parts.The alpha watched her, analyzing her every detail, a hand reached up to touch her silver hair. The omega flinched. She felt the other twin sit next to her, wrapping his arms around her protectively and burying his face in her neck. Anastasia felt terrified but safe at the same time, so she bared her neck just like her omega instincts were telling her to do in front of the alphas. The warrior kept touching her, face looking angry as he trailed his hands over her face, never brea