We stand in the kitchen watching Evelyn storm away from us once again. We seem to be good at irritating her right now. That is likely not a good sign for us as mates. Though having three mates arguing over her is never going to be a good thing I imagine. I know for certain having two other men there vying for her attention is doing nothing but getting on every single one of my nerves! I want to kill the pair of them! “Well that worked fucking well didn’t it!” I snarl at them both. “Oh wind your neck in, Jax. You are as much to blame as us.” Cayden argues back. I should have known he would not take my shit. He was always willing to argue with me. “Well, we are not doing well. It is okay for you isn’t it? She marked you already, though the fact she stormed away implies she wants nothing to do with any of us at the moment!” I say angrily. “What are we to do?” Aiden suddenly speaks up. Each time he speaks, he takes me by surprise, I almost forget he is there. A
I stand in the kitchen of Mystic Shadow Pack, having exposed the secret I had held for many years. Of course, those within our camp knew the truth. They saw me as their Alpha, their leader, and treated me as such. But it meant nothing when we were living as rogues on another Alpha’s pack. My pack members liked to make sure I was escorted wherever I went, and as a whole I allowed that to happen. I knew they did it to try to protect me, which is ironic considering I was an Alpha, and if anyone could protect themselves it was me. But, after losing my father it had hurt them, hurt us all. So much. They did not want to lose their Alpha once more. The two men in front of me seem genuinely shocked by my revelation, but do not seem to be disregarding my title the way I expected them to be. I expected them to be dismissing it, considering I no longer even have a pack. I knew they did not see me as their equal. And I understood that. “No Aiden, you are an Alpha, just at the mo
I take in the expression upon Aiden’s face at Jackson’s words. He is feeling something, I am sure of that… “So that element fits…” Aiden utters, which we already knew, we had spoken of that before, but disregarded it as coincidence. Or Jackson had, even suggesting perhaps Ariella had seen Evelyn’s wolf and used her as inspiration for the scroll. Either way the scroll and the words upon it had been disregarded until now… I watch Aiden as he continues to read the words inked across the old parchment. All a part of the visions Ariella had been having, I believe. She should be here to explain, I am sure she could help… “But not with one by her side, thrice times the strength is needed fate shall decide.” Aiden’s voice breaks my thoughts. “Again this is fitting, isn’t it?” “Keep reading then…” Jackson says, his head in his hands, now sat on the sofa within his office, looking as stressed as I have ever seen him. I am reading over the shoulder of Aid
I am sat in the room provided to me within the packhouse since I began working for Mystic Shadow Pack. I have done very little since returning here but sitting on my bed and trying to process the events of the day. And all I had come up with was that it had been one fucked up day. One thing after another that I did not expect. I had begun as a she-wolf heading for work, maybe fantasising a little of one of her bosses, then to be heading home to a warzone. Only to discover her fated mate was one of the enemies. An enemy that did not want to be fighting for them but had no choice. A fated mate that took my breath away… To have him snatched away in a heartbeat. My life turned upside down as I fled. Brought back to the pack I had been so desperate not to leave earlier that day… only to discover three fated mates. Three second-chances. Three second-chances that would not give me the chance I needed to consider what was best. My mind was a mess. Unsure of what I needed. Perhaps I
I am never going to turn down my mate. She is requesting I stay with her. Of course, I would stay with her. Why would I not? I did not want to leave her in the first place. I had only caught sound of her words just as the door was about to close. Thank the goddess for our exquisite hearing abilities being a werewolf brought… “You want me to stay?” I ask, re-opening the door and quickly slipping inside, closing it behind me. She stands awkwardly looking at me, her beautiful silvery eyes looking anxious, like she was nervous to have even asked, but she nods. “Well, I told you I would be here whenever you needed me.” I say with a smile, implicitly glad it was me she called upon to stay with her and not one of the other two, though I do have a feeling that as soon as Jackson realises I am not walking behind him he will be here knocking on the door. I watch as she perches herself gently on the edge of her bed. “Why do things work out so strangely?” she qu
I am not sure where I had found the courage to ask him to stay, let alone the courage to tell him I wanted him. Something had changed the moment I had marked him. Orla had been desperate to be alone with him too. We were now marked, both of us, we should be mated too. I had wanted him long before we knew we were mates, but this was an added need for him. One that was so difficult to ignore… all so new to me. Something I was not used to. I think he knew that. He had to be feeling the same things, right? As I wander across the room to him I see his eyes not leaving mine, the rise and fall of his chest has quickened, telling me he is more than a little flustered. “You have had hell of a day Ev, are you sure about that?” he says quietly, offering me his hand. Wait… is he trying to put me off? Did he not want me? My heart drops at the thought, and my wolf, Orla is whimpering within my mind… I have hesitated at the edge of the bed, and it has clearly made him aw
I am looking down at my beautiful mate, hearing Evelyn moan for me as I teased at the wetness we had created only drove me closer to wanting her. Needing her. I had been thinking of this moment for so long, ever since we shared that first kiss in the office… I had wanted her then… if we hadn’t stopped things then, I am sure I would have taken her. I had wanted her so badly. But I had known there were reasons it shouldn’t happen… Yet now there was nothing stopping us. She was mine. My perfect, beautiful fated mate. Laying in front of me, moaning my name as I slide my fingers faster inside of her, her raising her hips to meet me as she kisses me with such intensity it is blowing my mind… I add another finger, feeling her tense slightly as her body adjusted, before I continue to tease, she seems to like the added pressure, moaning harder and faster for me as I build the speed a little more. She grips my hair with one hand while her other hand slips to my boxer shorts, sli
I had walked from Evelyn’s room with the weight of the world on my shoulders. Why would she not give us the time together we needed to try to resolve all of this? If this prophecy was in fact written about us, then we had to work together to decide how best to work on this. Create some sort of a resolution. Instead all we seemed to do was anger her, though perhaps my behaviour was a little out of character… I cannot describe the feelings this is bringing to me, the constant pressure on my mind at the thought of having to share her with two other men. It turns my stomach. You were always raised to believe the matebond was sacred, that your mate belonged to you and you alone. That any relations outside of that matebond was sacrilege on the bond that our goddess created for you. And why would anybody want to do that to their mate? Though sadly many did. But I never thought that was right. I considered the matebond pure. Sacred. To be respected the way it was meant to be