-Roman- I had enjoyed my run with my little mate a lot. Ana had teased me and tried to outrun me, but I had caught her in the end and I had finally gotten a chance to taste her. She seemed different this morning. She didn’t just have more energy, but she didn’t even fight me. Ana just let me push her down on the ground and revealed herself to me. She gave herself to me and I had shown her just how much I appreciated her submission to me. I had been hard the whole way back though, and I very much wanted to feel my mate’s hands on me again, so I could find some release. But after changing into some clean clothes, she turned to me and said something that concerned me. “I think I should go home today.” I looked at her, confused. Had we not agreed, she should stay here. We aren’t letting her go home! Verlon was definitely not letting our mate go back to her home. She was staying here from now on, so what the hell was she talking about? “Had we not agreed you’re moving in?” Ana nodded

-Roman- Anastasia’s uncle was not very thrilled about me, because I was taking away what he considered his daughter, but he quickly warmed up to me when he continued to make me promise I would take good care of her, and when he heard how well I had taken care of her after she had her two episodes. I didn’t blame the older alpha for feeling protective of Ana. It only proved his love for her, and I liked to know my mate had been taken good care of. She had been through enough. She didn’t need horrible family members to get their claws on her and treat her even worse. There was love in this house, though. I felt it strongly. It was surprising how cold Ana could have stayed with all that warm love around her. But she chose her anger, and she chose to isolate herself. She did that to keep herself safe. At least, that was what she believed. Like I believed not wanting a mate would be the better thing for me. I was so wrong, though. One look at Ana and I was sold. She had me right where she

-Roman- It thrilled me to see my mate standing in our closet putting away her clothes. Yes, it was now our closest. Like it was our bedroom. I would not have different bedrooms like I did with Daphne. No, Ana was moving right in and into the same bedroom as me. She and I wouldn’t be apart even at night, I didn’t want that, and she had surprisingly not argued against me about this. But maybe she had already caught onto the fact I couldn’t be without her, and didn’t want to waste her energy. That was smart of her, if that was what she was thinking. Ana had looked tired at her suitcases as they stood in the closet. She had really not wanted to bring this much, but I didn’t mind. I had enjoyed seeing the tired look on her face because she really looked so cute. Her aunt was a special kind of woman. I very much liked her, and I could see how much she cared for her niece like she was her own daughter. “Do you want some help?” I asked her. Ana looked over her shoulder and shook her head. A

-Roman- I was lying in bed when my mate came out of the bathroom, wearing my t-shirt. She had other clothes now to wear, but she had chosen that. Why was that? I smiled, pleased, as I watched her resting on my arm, which was under my pillow. She looked so good wearing it, and when she climbed under the covers, I quickly pounced on her, pulling her closer and kissing her neck and shoulder. “Roman!” “Goddess, it drives me crazy seeing you wearing that,” I whispered. “Your t-shirt?” “Exactly!” I placed a hand low on her thigh, sliding it to her inner thigh and up. “Roman…” “Want me to stop?” She turned quiet, and I proceeded running my hand higher and higher until I found her pussy. She was wearing panties, and I quickly pushed them to the side before I found her clit, rubbing her slowly. “Ah… yes…” she moaned into the pillow, and I smiled at how easily I made my mate respond to me. She always sounded so good. “More?” I whispered in her ear. She nodded, and I quickly got her o

-Anastasia- Roman looked at me with slightly narrowed eyes and I looked at him, surprised. He looked almost like I was the guilty one, but I had been a child. I hadn’t even made my first change. I couldn’t have torn my family apart, leaving their body parts scattered and their intestines… No, I felt sick just thinking about it. I shook my head slightly and focused on Roman again. “Oh, because a ten-year-old could have killed them all?” I asked him. Roman shook his head. “I just don’t know why you were left alive,” he said. “I hid…” “Where?” “In a closet. It had this deep bottom,” I told him. “But I don’t think they even thought of looking so… so fast it happened.” “And only you made it out?” “We had a big celebration that day,” I said. “My brother’s birthday… He was going to be eighteen… or he was eighteen when it all… happened.” “Fuck…” “Yeah, so most of the members were gathered by the pack house, and the few who weren’t… well, they weren’t spared either,” I told him. “Ho