I ate my breakfast slowly, my mates studying each mouthful, and I suspected their minds were churning as to what the scan would reveal and how long it’d take for me to eat my eggs and toast.When I was finally ready to leave, Dante picked up the keys to my car but I protested I didn’t need a ride. “Fresh air is good for me.” I was throwing my mates’ words back at them because for weeks, they’d pestered me to go outside while I’d wanted to stay in bed with my laptop, saying I had to get ahead with work before the baby arrived. And while that was true, eating candy and catching up with my favorite telenovela was another reason.They shared a glance, but they knew they were beaten; I could see it in their eyes.“Fine. We’ll all walk to Healer’s.”I was huffing when we were halfway there, but as I was leaning on Alicia and catching my breath, Grant turned up in my car. “Thought you might like a lift to Healer’s.”I caught Dante’s eye and he shrugged. This was his doing. My mates were look
Even Healer was chuckling. “The T word?” That set everyone laughing even more.“They’re a good weight so we’re done, unless you have any questions.”He handed me paper towels to wipe the gel from my belly but my mates took over and cleaned me up. And when we finally got outside, we linked arms and walked to the car. It had been a good day. I’d gotten over my fears and Healer had confirmed I had three babies inside me.TWENTY-FOURDANTE“I feel bad leaving him.” I set my folded clothing onto the boulder. “What if he needs us?”Our mate was pregnant—very pregnant. Like even the paternity clothing no longer fit him pregnant. But that was the way of things when you were carrying triplets. There was just a whole lotta baby growing inside our mate.Babes.Ours.Home.Now.My bear was being a butt. Or maybe he was just echoing how I felt. In either case, he was right. We should be there with him.But then again, I’d been saying that every perimeter run for the past four weeks. It wasn’t a ne
“No. Smalls will do.” Alicia opened his wallet. He was ready to pay and not even pretending to play the which is a better value game. Of course bulk made more sense financially. That didn’t make it better for our mate’s happiness.The teen tallied the bill, Alicia paid, and we stepped to the next window waiting for our order to be ready.“I guess babies do make you want ice cream,” a different teen than the one who waited on us noted. “I thought that was a myth.” He placed our dishes of ice cream on the ledge.“Not a myth.” I chuckled, grabbing as many of them as I could hold. “Better get plastic spoons. They taste different.”At least, according to our mate, they did.Alicia took the remaining ice cream and the spoons and followed me to the truck where we put them into the cooler.“You know he didn’t mean our mate, right? The babies wanting ice cream comment.” Alicia held out his shirt that had Papa Bear scrolled across it. Once Clarissa found a place that had them for non- sleepwear
ALICIAI didn’t argue with Clarissa about spending so much money on a new car. No way could the other one have fit three of us, the triplets, the babies’ paraphernalia, plus our luggage into his old vehicle. The new SUV with three rows of seats was perfect for our family.And we were only driving a short distance which would probably be not short enough with three small children.Not wanting to fly or drive cross country, Clarissa’s family had agreed to meet us in Oakheart. We’d considered returning to the coast where we spent that amazing day eating lobster rolls and swimming in the ocean. But when we thought about getting three babies onto and off a plane, we all said, “No way.”Unbeknownst to Clarissa, Oakheart had a couple of snow leopard shifters and we were going to not only introduce the babies to their grandparents, but on learning the triplets would be visiting, the snow leopard council decided to hold their annual conference in the town. Luckily we’d snapped up a family suit
There was a beast in their basement.Jules Blake had learned about it completely by accident. He had been looking for his kitten Sheba, and after fruitlessly searching the entire house, Jules had decided to check out the basement no one ever used. His hopes hadn’t been high—the basement was so cold, dark, and damp that even his not-very-bright kitten should have been smarter than to go there—but when Jules got downstairs, he was surprised to find security guards at the door. Armed security guards.There were suspicious noises coming from behind the door. Growls? Had someone just screamed? The guards’ eyes were wary and troubled, their hands close to their holsters. It was beyond strange, considering that the basement door was massive. Nothing should be able to break through that door. Why were the guards so twitchy, then?“What’s going on?” Jules asked, taking a step closer.The guards blocked his way.“Stay away from the basement, kid,” one of them said. “Your uncle’s orders.”“Not a
Swallowing, Jules pushed the thought away. This wasn’t the time for moping.He studied the alpha curiously.The Xeus was… large. He was pure muscle everywhere, powerfully built, with a dark trail of hair leading downward to a—Flushing, Jules tore his eyes away. He felt a mix of embarrassed, flustered, and painfully curious. He’d never been so close to a naked man. But was a transformed Xeus a “man”? Most of him looked like one, but the long, scary-looking claws at the tips of the Xeus’s fingers seemed to point toward the answer being “no.” The alpha’s face was very ugly, his features vaguely male but distorted into something predatory and beastly. Dark, fur-like facial hair obscured his features. And those eyes… those glowing green eyes that were tracking Jules’s every movement didn’t seem entirely sentient, though they were oddly attentive for a simpleminded beast.The Xeus emanated strength and virility, which was probably why it took Jules a while to realize that he was hurt. Ther
The Xeus glowered at him, his harsh breathing the only sound in the room. But he did stop thrashing. Could he understand him after all?Jules cocked his head to the side. “Can you understand me?”The Xeus just kept looking at him with the same unnervingly intense, not-quite-rational look. His muscles were very tense despite him being still. He wasn’t relaxed by any means. He looked like an animal ready to attack at any moment. A cornered, wounded animal.Wounded animals were dangerous and unpredictable; that much Jules knew.Jules looked around until he found a bottle of blood stancher. Clicking his tongue in disgust—why wouldn’t his uncle’s people use it on the Xeus when they had it right there?—Jules grabbed it and headed back to the alpha. He hesitated, meeting the hostile gaze. He was soft-heartened, not suicidal.“I don’t mean you any harm,” he said, keeping his voice as non-threatening as possible. “Will you let me treat your wounds? That gash on your arm looks nasty.”The Xeus
Jules hoped his baby brother would be able to find a nice match. That said, everyone knew Liam was the brother who would be marrying up: he would probably marry some rich, handsome, and important alpha, maybe even one from the upper crust of society. As for Jules… Uncle Wayne said Jules would be lucky if he got any marriage offer at all. Jules kind of hoped he wouldn’t get any marriage offers, but obviously he didn’t share that opinion when Uncle Wayne was around.“There’s no cure,” Eric said, his forehead wrinkling as he read something on the screen. “It’s funny that you asked about that, actually. I can see increased activity for search terms ‘Xeus’ and ‘kerosvarin.’ Something is up. Considering the rumors…”“What rumors?” Jules said.Eric shrugged, his eyes still on the screen. “There have been all sorts of rumors circulating since the Opal House event last month.”“Really? I thought the event was NDA-locked?”“It was,” Eric said. “But the NDA technology wasn’t enabled immediately,