I could have stayed between Maeve’s thighs for the rest of my life. Her sweet taste, her mewls and moans of pleasure and the sound of her screaming my name made me find my own release more than once. The only thing better than tasting my mate, is waking up beside, my scent all over her. Last night was beyond perfect. She accepted me as her mate, or at least, as her fiancé. She’s wearing the human version of my claim on her finger and hopefully soon she’ll be wearing my mark on her neck so every human AND every werewolf will know that she’s claimed. And if all of that wasn’t enough, she finally trusts me enough to bring Meadow and Tate home. She’s still sound asleep beside me, but I know that she needs to get up. Her shop has been ridiculously busy this week. I know she’s not going to return with me to the pack to deal with Gwen. I really want her there with me, but I also know that she needs to be there for her shop patrons. It does make me think about our future. If we are able to

I take Tate’s hand and pull him behind me as we move quietly through the night. Two days ago, when we were moving to the next hotel, I saw them. The Whitmore brothers. Levana was stupid to send them after us, they stand out in a crowd. They are huge and they look like goons. Even out here in the wild west, they look more like outlaws from the old western movies than the good guys. And somehow, they had found us. “Do you think it’s our phones?” Tate had asked me. “I don’t know but if we get rid of them, we won’t be able to contact Maeve.” “Send her a text now and then we can ditch the phones.” I had tried, but the area we were in had spotty wifi and in the end, I just had to ditch the phones. Tate and I had hid and sure enough, it was the phones that had somehow drawn them to us. “Spell.” I said quietly as Tate and I snuck away. They had used a spell to find our phones. “Where are we going to go?” “I don’t know, but we have to move. Fast. If they found a way to hook into our bu

I wake to warm hands rubbing over my arm and a purring vibration against my back. “Maeve?” Xander’s quiet voice says in my ear. “Mmm, yes?” “My parents are almost here with your siblings. Did you want to go downstairs to greet them?” I’m out of bed before he finishes talking. “Oh my gosh, yes. What time is it?” I say, looking around the room, realizing that I’m in Xander’s bedroom. “I don’t have any clothes in here.” “Your bags are right there,” he points to the bags by the door before heading to the closet. “We’ll move the rest of your things in here today or tomorrow. I quickly get dressed, brush my teeth and hair, realizing that my hair is a disaster and pulling it into a ponytail. When I step out, Xander is once again looking like a fashion model. “How do you do that?” “Do what?” he frowns, looking down at himself. “Always look like you just walked out of a fashion magazine?” I ask, heading for the door. “Good genetics,” he says, taking my hand. “Are they here yet?” I a

After chastising my siblings, then hugging them for loving me so much that they put their own lives at risk, I made sure they went to bed. I know they are exhausted. I am too, but I know there is work to do and if there is a battle coming, I want to be prepared to help. When Xander finds me, he encourages me to get some sleep. “We can show Meadow and Tate around the pack lands when they wake up. That way, they know the boundaries and we only have to do it once. You’ll also be able to think better if you’re not exhausted. Just a couple of hours,” he says, curling up with me. I’m asleep in minutes. When I wake, I’m ready to get started. This pack has been nothing but loving and kind to me, well, besides Cecelia. If I’m going to accept Xander as my mate, which I’ve decided that I am, then I need to be prepared to help protect this pack. I need to get a feel for the area, where I may need to set up protections for pack members, where Levana would most likely attack from. We collect Mea

As the evening goes on, I begin to get more and more nervous about tonight. It’s not that I don’t want to be with Xander and I know that he loves me. It’s just, well, it’s my first time and I don’t want him to be disappointed. What if I don’t do it right? As we finish our pizza, I watch Meadow and Tate showing Reagan our spell, explaining what we’re doing and how we’re going to do it. Xander comes over and runs his nose through my hair to my ear. “Why are you nervous?” I look up at him. “I can smell it,” he says softly. I shake my head. I don’t want to say anything in front of my brother and sister. “Hey! I have an idea!” Reagan says. “What’s that?” I ask. “A sleepover! Meadow and Tate should come stay at my house. Mom and dad won’t care.” She turns to look at them. “It’s more like living in a real house, which is probably more comfortable for you. And Cayd’s home, so we can have a movie night, make popcorn. It’ll be fun.” “Can we Maeve?” Meadow looks at me, excitedly. She has