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Epilogue
Olivia P.O.V
Troy and I did mark every different on the final full moon and it felt wonderful. I feel so blessed to have Troy as a mate and he has been so affected person thru my nightmares and all of my struggles. I comprehend that I could not have asked for a better mate.It's been a couple of months when you consider that then and Troy and I nonetheless have not achieved the mating process or the luna ceremony... however I finally sense ready. After all of the love and support that I have gotten from Troy and the pack I be aware of that I'm ready.Robert and Terry ended up marking and mating each other on the full moon and they are the cutest couple. They have been having a gift conflict recently the place they provide every different a small present each and every morning and a love note. They are so in love and it is notable to watch. The pack was once terrific supportive of them being chosen mates and it used to be super to see.After the fuRelated chapters
SEEING HEART The End
olivia P.O.V*****flashback to the luna ceremony*****I observed Robert a bit reluctantly as he dragged me away from my mate and out the door. "What's the hurry?" I chuckled at him."We have so an awful lot to do and so little time!" Robert scoffed as he opened the automobile door for me and helped me inside. I watched as he went around to the driver's facet and hopped in cheerfully. "So... I asked Terry to be my chosen mate" Robert blurted out as he started driving."And?" I requested with a smirk."Well I took him out to a best restaurant and paid for the meal and then once it was once darkish I requested if he wanted to go for a run" Robert started, "he agreed fortunately and it was amazing.... the moon used to be so bright. We even modified into our wolves for section of the run" he sighed dreamily. "And then we obtained to this small waterfall and there were fireflies in all places and I simply could not wait anymore.... the second was to
SEEING HEART New story. Title: finding Harley, chapter 1
Harley I’m baking, something I haven’t done in years. That time my life went to shit and I ran away to Italy, I learned to bake from Marcos’ mother. Not that Marco, the other one, we have two, I’m starting a collection. Baking is normally something I only do when I’m depressed, so the fact it’s been years is a good sign. I discovered that when my hands were busy with something, and I followed a recipe written out in front of me, my turbulent thoughts subsided, at least until I put whatever I made in the oven and realized I had to clean up. Luckily, my kitchen here at home is top of the line and makes that process a whole lot easier. My sister Mikayla roped me into making her a wedding cake. Her literal words were, “if I have to suffer through all this wedding crap, I’m taking someone down with me.” So here I am in the wee hours of the night, fucking baking. I have no clue if these are appropriate flavors for a wedding cake either, but I have chocolate, lemon, and mojito. I was te
SEEING HEART chapter 2
Erik The moment I stepped into the hotel room I had to get out of there. For whatever reason lilies seem to be a standard flower used by hotels and it instantly reminded me of the funeral. It was my mother’s favorite flower, which meant that anyone who knew her brought lilies and the heap of flowers that rested on her burial place in the cometary was pile with them. I should have asked for a no flower service and had everyone donate to Cancer research or something. When you’re a son you don’t think of these things, well, I never did. I thought my mother would live forever. She was always there for me in the past, death was out of character for her, it snuck up on her, jumped out of nowhere and hit her with a motorcycle while crossing the street. I had to get out of there. I took a quick shower and almost felt human again after a nine-hour flight with Jack Daniels for company. He’ll be back in a few minutes sweating out of my pores.
SEEING HEART chapter 3
Harley The bell rings as I open the door of the cafe. It was the first thing I had installed when I bought the building to open shop. That little vintage bell just makes me smile every damn time. There’s a line of people waiting for their morning hit of caffeine, but I quickly find Mikayla sitting at our usual table and set the box down in front of her. My older sister does not look amused. She’s been especially moody recently. It must be the hormones, but you won’t find me saying that out loud any time soon. “Finally.” She mutters. “Oh relax, I’m not that late.” I make my way behind the counter and stuff 10 dollars into my swear jar before grabbing some forks. Every Saturday we use whatever’s in my jar to buy drinks at our favorite bar. It’s usually enough to buy all six of us two rounds each. What can I say, I’m an advocate for all words. All but one. Mikayla notices my deposit. “What ha
SEEING HEART Chapter 4
Harley I double check our weekly order list against our stock. Vanessa and Sam are busy with lunch while Marco trudges in with another load of dishes to wash. Not that Marco, the other Marco. They came in a set, where one goes the other follows. I met them while going through Montegranaro on my way to the east coast of Italy. Their fathers were and still are to this day rival shoemakers. When they had no interest in following their father’s footsteps they decided to somehow get out of there and I was more than happy to assist in their escape. They upgraded their mopeds to motorbikes, and we made our way through Italy together. When I opened the café here, I made sure to import and sponsor them both. They say they owe their new life to me, but little do they know I owe my life to them. I was in such a dark place at times I’d be riding on a coastal road and on more than one occasion thought about how easy it would be just to drive off this or that cliff.
SEEING HEART Chapter 5
Erik “Just wait for me, Okay?” Jack pleads. I nod and he disappears through the door back into the courtyard. I lean against the fence and wait in the alleyway for him to return. It was her again. Why did it have to be her? I wanted to devour her without delay, like some animal. It’s the first time I felt anything other than sorrow, or anger since my mother’s funeral. Simply put, it scares me. The way she stirs me up scares me. I love and despise what she’s doing to me at the se time. I hate losing control, but one look from Harley and I’m coming apart at the seams. I had to leave just to hide my arousal. That hasn’t happened since I was a kid, now twice in one day? As a young boy some days all it took was a warm breeze flowing up my shorts and I’d have to go to the bathroom for a few minutes. Jack comes out and sighs, putting his hands in his pockets. “One-week paid trial. But you need to chill out man.” “I know.
SEEING HEART Chapter 6
Harley Erik looks out of place in the kitchen. It’s not a small space but his presence makes it feel smaller. He’s undoubtedly a dominant person. I watch Marco give him a rundown of his role and all the exciting things dishwashing entails, like clearing tables and using the industrial dishwasher. “We only serve breakfast and lunch; they are the busiest times. We close at 3:30 and are closed on Sundays. Sometimes you will need to help Vanessa and Sam preparing food, but rarely, and only if they will ask. Any questions?” Erik shakes his head. After retreating into my office for a few hours of thrilling paperwork I emerge in search of food, and a much-needed coffee to see Erik at the sink, rinsing down plates before putting them into the dishwasher tray. Damn, I could watch him be domestic all day. Vanessa grabs my arm and pulls me into a corner. “I can’t work like this. I’m drawing a line.” “Work like what? What’s wrong? What
SEEING HEART Chapter 7
Erik When I make it to the front of the café Marco watches me sit at one of the vacant tables as I wait for Harley. I don’t know what it is about this particular Marco but he’s suspicious of me. The other one accepted me almost immediately, but this one’s been giving me funny looks all morning. He gives me the impression I’m invading his turf. It was his hand on Harley’s waist in that photo I saw this morning. Maybe they have a romantic history? Harley comes from the kitchen carrying a bag of coffee beans. When Marco sees her, he goes to take the bag from her and starts talking to her in rapid Italian. It irks me to see how comfortable she is with him. She laughs and throws back some banter his way. I know I’m not the most approachable looking person. It’s not just my height, I have this permanent glare fixed to my face that I can’t seem to shake. Not that I want to. It’s not up to me to have to change the way my face looks just so other peopl
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