TYSON So, things may have started out a bit awkward. It's not exactly the best timing for your mate to go into heat while you're stuck in a moving vehicle in the middle of the sky that you can't exactly get off. Well, we did get off, more than once—just in a different meaning of the word. And, holy shit, sex in heat is like sex on steroids. I mean, everything just feels that much better and that much more intense. That was the first time I ever raw dogged (what, I can't exactly risk bastard children)—and holy fuck, that only made it that much better—the way I could really feel her body, the way the bare head of my cock brushed against her inner walls, all the sensations. Damn. I'm officially done with condoms. And considering I've met my mate, I see no more purpose for them. After we got off that plane, we high-tailed it to the closest hotel where I proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of Gigi in every position known to man on every surface of that room. Suffice to say, it wo

GINGERGoddess, what had I gotten myself into? Tyce had told me that his family was intense, but I still didn't exactly know what to expect. And never in my wildest dreams would I have expected what I'd witnessed.After lunch, Trav and Sara left almost immediately to head back to where Sara was staying. I went upstairs to take a nap. I hadn't gotten much sleep in the past couple days, and I was pretty exhausted. Tyce walked me to my room. "Hey, sorry about that." He brushed his hand through my hair. "I told you, my family is all assholes.""Is that how you all communicate with each other? Through insults?" I asked, baffled."Yeah, pretty much, actually.""Wow, that's horrible, Tyce!""I mean, what am I gonna do? It's my family. I can't exactly just kick them out of the packhouse.""Alpha Blake and Beta Luke's families don't live with them back in my pack.""Yeah, but the tradition is different here. It's always been like this. That's why our packhouse is so huge. We have the alpha, be

TYSON "Tyce, I feel like we should show your family my wolf form. I'm finally starting to learn to accept it," Gigi said to me as I dodged her right hook. "We will. But tension is really high right now. I want to find the right time. You know they're going to have something to say." "It's okay, I can handle it, I think. I mean, it's not like they haven't been calling me fat without calling me fat the whole time I've been here. Your mom and grandma both give me looks every time I serve myself and then I look over at their size two bodies with their bowls of salads and, Goddess, I feel so gross sometimes." "Don't, Gigi, don't. You're so beautiful. Do you really feel unhappy with how you look?" I moved closer to her, brushing my palm against her cheek that had become rosy from the chill. We were now in mid-September and the temperature had noticeably dropped since arriving. It wouldn't be long until the first snow of the season. "I mean, I didn't. I honestly didn't really think ther

TYSON I'd never felt like such shit in my life. My dad took the wheel and the hour ride to the pack was fucking painful. We ended up dumping Trav's mate into the trunk. I stayed facing front, but it didn't stop me from feeling the agonizing daggers Trav was shooting into my back. I had to be the worst fucking brother in the world. I could only imagine if our places were switched and he had gone with our dad to knock Gigi out and dumped her in the back of our trunk, transporting her to—well, Trav knew exactly what her destiny was. When we made it back to the packhouse, my dad finally broke the silence that had suffocated us the entire car ride. "Trav, I'm sorry." "She didn't do it. I know she didn't." My dad shook his head. "You're being influenced by the mate bond, son. Look, I understand. But no one gets away with murdering someone in my family." "That asshole deserved to die. You know it, Tyce knows it, and I know it. Whoever did kill him did this family a favor." "Get out," m

TYSON My father and I got back to the packhouse that evening to find my mom, Beta Liam's mate Nina, and Gigi situated in the office. "Hey," I nodded toward everyone and then went over to Gigi to plant a kiss on her cheek. Just the touch of my lips to the skin of her cheek instantly calmed all the tension that had built up inside me from the day. "I'm sure you heard that your grandfather's body was found?" my mom asked. "Yeah," I replied. "Dad and I are planning to go view it in a bit after we get a chance to eat." She nodded. "And Trav's mate is dead now?" "What?" I asked. "Well, I'm assuming you took care of the murderer." "She's not the murderer," I replied, not in the mood to elaborate. "Come on, Gigi, come with me." I turned to my mate, no desire to go through an interrogation with my mom. I helped Gigi up and pulled her hand to take her out of the office. When we were at the stairs, Gigi said, "Trav hasn't come out of his room all day. He won't talk to anyone." She looked