LeslieWe were ready to face a week of heat that could start any moment. Dr. Owen warned it would be worse than my usual heat cycle since pregnancy disrupts the cycle and it could be longer. I had an average of three to five days, but the chances of bathing in mindless pheromones for seven to thirteen days and satisfying my body were a little scary.“Ben just left.” Azrael said as he came in with another carton of bottle water.He tore the box open and handed me a bottle. “Hydrating for a start, you’re soaked.”My breath was ragged as I smiled weakly. Slick dripped between my ass, tickling my skin as it lubricated my thighs.I grabbed the bottle and corked the cap, but it was challenging. Azrael took the bottle and opened it up before aiding me to drink.He threw the empty bottle aside and stared into my eyes. His eyes were red and his fangs longer and sharper.“Your scent is driving me crazy.” Azrael struggled to speak as he touched the collar on my neck, ensuring it was tight. “It’s

The door opened and closed, distracting me from my laptop for a second. My eyes went to the clock; twenty minutes to one in the morning.“I thought you weren’t coming home today.” I said as I rubbed my neck.Azrael sat down beside me and placed his head on my shoulder.“I’m sorry about today and Lucas.” Azrael sighed. “He wasn’t on his best behaviour.”I laughed. “I like Lucas; he’s cute and unpredictable, different from Kioko, like a teenager. It’s refreshing to meet the person who raised you, and I’d rather deal with him than Jennifer.”Azrael chuckled. “Was she that terrible?”“We can’t stand each other. We ruined Thanksgiving dinner over the siblings’ favourite meal because they forced us to work together. She’s nice to everyone except me, but having her grandchild changed something.”“It’s great we don’t see her so often.”“Because of Lennon.”We laughed, and Azrael leaned closer. “This is nice.” He said.“It is.” I peeked at Azrael. “Hey Azrael,”“Yes?”“Don’t antagonise Lucas w

I unlocked the door, and Azrael slammed the door behind him.“Why did you agree?!” Azrael asked, and I balled my fists.“You saw what he did. If I don’t bring them and he, by any chance, goes to my dad’s house because Lucas knows what he’s doing, this relationship will become a tug of war.”“Does it matter? You just reconnected with your twin a few days ago and you haven’t spoken to your family yet but agreed to invite them to Lucas’ party. Lucas wouldn’t see them until after his party, so he can focus on them.”“I didn’t know, and maybe this is the push I needed to go see my family.” I lowered my head. “I was going to tell you that.”I raised my head and stared at Azrael.“Are you embarrassed about Lucas meeting my family? I mean, it’s a leaping step in our relationship if our families meet each other. I never had that with Ben and there’s no guarantee my dad will come, even if my brothers show up.”Azrael sighed and placed his fingers on the crease between his brows. “I’m not embarr

Leslie“Welcome home, son.”My eyes watered and I ran up the stairs. I hugged my dad, overwhelmed with joy, and he hugged me back. It’s been years, but he felt the same.“I missed you.” I whispered.“There was a never a day that passed when I didn’t think of you.” Dad replied.“Come here, you little rascal.”I gasped when someone lifted me from my hip and placed on his shoulder.“You’ve gotten heavy too. All that baby fat came back to your ass, mostly.” Jamie said, and I blushed.“Stop embarrassing me Jamie.”Jamie put me down and Kim hugged me. “I was worried when Ancel said he was inviting someone special. I’m glad I came. It’s great to know you’re not dead.”“I’m a tough nut to crack.”Konrad came closer, and I squatted so he could pat my hair.“You won’t run away again, will you?” Konrad asked, and I glanced at dad.“No, even if dad is stubborn.”“He won’t be. He wants you home.” Konrad glanced at my back. “Are you going to introduce us?”I turned my back, and Azrael was standing

LeslieI was searching for dad but he was no way to be seen. I was heading to the study when I saw Oliver in the living room with books scattered on the table.“Hey. Oliver right?”He nodded and dropped the pen on the table.“Can I help you with anything?” He asked with his Irish accent.“Have you seen my dad and Ancel?” I asked.“Ancel left for work early. Mr. Valentin might be in his study working. If he’s not in his study, he is either in the garden or he’s gone out. He doesn’t stay home all the time.”“I see. What are you doing?” I asked as I approached him.“School projects. Ancel and Mr. Valentin said I should at least have a high school diploma if I decide not to go to college.”“That’s nice.” I turned to the door.I was going to leave the room, but stopped in my tracks and faced Oliver.“Are you okay with everything that happened? You’re a little too young to have a kid in this age.”Oliver smacked his lips and gazed into my eyes. “I’m great; things could have been worse.”“My