Kimberly was leant over the counter, half the washing up done. “Hey, you don’t need to do that,” Michael half scolded, half reassured, coming up behind her. He settled his arms around her, finding her belly wet with washing up water. “Should leave it for me.”  “I feel so lazy.” “You’re due any day. You have grown a whole person inside you. You are not lazy.” He placed his hands under her belly, lifting for her to sag against him, a moan leaving her lips.  “Oh, Jesus that feels good.”  “Do it any time,” he whispered, the weight of his baby in his hands, her body against his chest as she sunk her weight against him. “Has he been kicking?”  “Constantly.” “My

Luca dropped Alissa off at the end of the street. The semi detached houses had become a frequent site for Alissa. A scent Alissa couldn't place drifted up her nostrils as she walked towards Kimbery's house. Alissa knew the sight she was going to see. She was there to comfort her baby being lost. The smell was getting stronger as she walked up the path. Something was wrong, the black door had been left open. Alissa quickened her pace.   A scene of destruction met her eyes. Kimberly's home had been ransacked. A trail of blood led into the kitchen. She followed it, being careful where she stood. She could place the smell now, it was death. She knelt beside Kimberly's body. Alissa begun to shake “Luca!” she pushed her mind to him “Luca, Kimberly's dead!

Michael stared at the ceiling.Numb.He was completely and utterly numb. He hadn’t felt anything since being dragged back to the pack house. He barely even remembered the journey, or even getting here. One minute he was holding his beautiful Kimberly in his arms, the next Jack and Luca were dragging him through the corridor to his room. All he could see was her… his love… dead. Torn open. When he closed his eyes that’s all he saw. When the room was dark… that’s what he saw. When the curtains let in light. Yeah, her. Dead. The image was plastered on his eyelids no matter what he did.He knew he’d have to leave her soon. Knew their days were numbered but he’d always thought… Always hoped that maybe he could se

Michael stepped into the shower, the roar of the water filled his ears, the water cascading over his (let’s face it) filthy body. He inhaled, it actually felt good. He’d forgotten… or not cared before this moment. After the shower, he got dressed for the first time in two weeks. It was time to stop wallowing. Nothing got done from wallowing. He wasn’t sure if it was time for action but it was at least time to leave ‘his pit’ as Jack had called it at least a hundred times in the last week.  Bacon and pork flooded his nose as he put his shoes on making his stomach growl loudly. Someone was cooking breakfast and maybe he needed some fuel in his body.  Getting downstairs, he found Luca and Alissa in the kitchen, Luca cradling Peta and bouncing him around the kitchen.  “Hey,” Luca greeted, “How you doin

Luca crawled into bed, drawing Alissa towards him and sighing. It felt good to have her in his arms. Good for his body to hit the softness of a mattress. “Long day,” Alissa mumbled.“Yeah. Least Michael’s home for good now.”“True. Peta’s adorable.”“He is. We’ll have our own soon too.”“We will, will we?” She turned, quirking her eyebrow at him.“Only right. We’re mated. Pup comes next.”“Got it all worked out, eh Alpha?”“I mean… if you want. Tradition doesn’t override your wishes.”“Better. But… a little one of our own would be nice… just not yet. I want to enjoy you.” “Alright, gorgeous. So… a month?”She smacked his chest before they both burst into laughter. “Got some time tomorrow, what do you want to do?” He stroked his finger over her cheek. “Our place?”“Sounds good. Take some books.”“Perfect. Luca…?”“Yeah?”“I want to change my room into a nursery. For Peta.” “Good idea,” he whispered just before she drifted off to sleep. Alissa looked over the bannister as three me