it took me a bit longer, because I was moving some furniture around in the boys' room. I wanted to put a desk there so they can have a pc for school and games.
Isaac’s pov Grandma Lily, Grandpa Os, and Aunt Kyra all stood in front of us, smiling happily. But it were Grandma’s tears that made Emmy worried. It had been an adjustment getting used to her emotions. I knew Emmy was hiding a lot, but I had no idea how much. It wasn’t always easy not to pity my mate, when I could feel what she was going through on a day-to-day basis. But I knew that pity wouldn’t fix anything. Emmy needed to feel her emotions instead of pushing them down. And now I could share those emotions with her. Help guide her through them as best I can. While I was raised in a happy family and had been taught how to handle my feelings in a healthy manner, it didn’t mean I was familiar with everything Emmy was going through. To be honest, I had not experienced the same hardship she had. So to suddenly feel such immense guilt and sadness was something I had to get used to. I had to make sure her emotions wouldn’t overwhelm me. Because when Em was feeling down, I sometimes f
Argo’s pov “I feel fucking restless.” We just had dinner, but I had no fucking clue what to do with myself. Maybe I should just go for a run to release some fucking steam. “I can help,” Mila suggested, wiggling her eyebrows. “Are you talking about sex?” It was pretty fucking obvious, but I didn't want to assume anything. Plus, I actually wanted to hear her say it. Mila rolled her eyes at my cluelessness. “Of course I am talking about sex, pretty boy.” “If I ever say no to you offering sex, you need to fucking shoot me, Sunshine.” I replied before pulling my mate towards me. “But do you want to talk about it first?” Mila must be fucking joking. I chuckled, “talking or fucking, which do you think I prefer?” Mila winked at me, “I just want all your attention on me. That’s all. And if you're still thinking about everything, then you might get distracted.” Sure. My smart mate knew that fucking would only make me feel better for a while, but that it wouldn’t solve all the shit that
Hi! I'm busy writing chapter 108, but I'm a bit stuck at the ending and don't want to give you a chapter that's only 1400 words. But... I did rewrite the story I mentioned before and turn it into a billionaire story. That seems to be more popular and could earn me some extra cash during these expensive months. So I was thinking of posting the three chapters I've written, free of course, until I am finished with chapter 108. I haven't applied for anything yet and am unsure if the story will change slightly. The character of Ripley will have some backstory elements that are similar to my own life but exaggerated. And Cas will be an arrogant ass that curses a lot, who will be changed by love and have some secrets that will ruin everything. This is the blurb so far: The arrogant billionaire Cassius Hemming is intrigued by the single mother, Ripley. Not only does she have no interest in him, while most women throw themselves at his feet, she actually shows distaste when talking t
Ripley’s pov To be clear, it wasn’t my choice to move here. I mean, of course, it’s a nice city. But that’s not why I moved to this city. A city I know nothing about, a city where I get lost all the damn time because every building looks the same to me. Maybe it’s because I’m bad at directions; I get out of a store, and I immediately forget if I came from the left side of the street or the right. Or maybe because I’m from a small town and I’m not used to skyscrapers and shopping malls everywhere. It’s a beautiful city, though, and it’s nice to be somewhere where nobody knows who you are or where you came from. But no, I didn’t come to this great and wonderful city for a specific dream or reason, other than the fact that it’s the farthest away I can legally move from my former parent’s in-law. “Ripley?” The kind lady across from me said. Her black hair was in a top knot, and she looked about forty, but I have always been bad at guessing someone’s age. “So, why did you move here?”
Ripley’s pov Dropping the girls off at daycare went surprisingly better than suspected. Maybe it was all the toys, or maybe they weren’t fully awake yet. I know, I am not. This job starts early, and I could barely sleep last night. Although this job was good news—a chance at a new start for me and the girls—I was still really nervous. All night, I prepared for every possibility in my head. It was something that I had always done, but it became worse once I had kids. Every scenario and every thing that could possibly go wrong had entered my mind. I had countless conversations with people that didn’t even exist. Conversations about my girls, my late husband, and my life in general. Things that would probably not even come up. Yet, I had practiced every response to every stupid question I could think of. I yawned behind my hand as I walked towards Allison. I had already gotten dressed in the uniform she had laid out for me. It wasn’t a classic black-and-white uniform like in the mov
Cas’ pov Married? Yeah, right. That woman looked barely older than twenty. And she had been eyeing me all fucking day. No way she was married. She was a handful, though. It had been a while since someone had spoken to me the way she did. Normally, I would have made sure she was fired on the spot, but she intrigued me. There wasn’t really anything special about her. She didn’t have big boobs or a great body. Her ass looked all right when she was picking up the trash, but other than that, the cleaner was pretty basic. Short brown hair, while I preferred long blonds. Brown eyes and little to no make-up on. Her hair was all over the place, like she didn’t give a fuck how she looked. Maybe that’s why she intrigued me. Because she didn’t care. Every woman and man cares who I am. I am Cassius fucking Hemming, the richest man in town. The guy who owns most of the buildings in this damn city. It’s hard to tell who actually wants to get to know me or who wants my money. That’s why I usua
Isaac’s pov Life is good. Which is odd considering we’re preparing for war. Even though the threat against my grandfather is real and we’re all terrified of him getting hurt, life is still better than it has ever been. ‘And you feel bad about it?’ Linus asked, already knowing the answer. Yes, I do feel bad. But I have never been happier. I have a job I love, a pack where I can prove myself as my own man instead of my mothers’ son. But most importantly, I have a mate who loves me just as much as I love her. Emmy loves touching me now. We have sex a lot. Perhaps to catch up, or maybe because Emmy finally realized that what was done to her before she met me wasn’t sex. Or maybe she’s trying to distract herself from the pending doom. ‘Or she’s happy too.’ Linus suggested. She did look happy. Every chance I got, I checked in on my mate. Not because I was worried, which I was too, but more because I loved seeing Emmy in her element. When she was training with my mom or doing well wi
I need to really prepare for battle chapters, so I am trying to make a short version of everything that needs to happen and devide it between each character. which will take me a while. In the meantime I did write another chapter for the new idea. both my kids are playing roblox right now. So i had some time. It's a long one, because I was on a roll lol. chapter 4. Ripley’s pov “Heather will be training you this morning because Mr. Hemming has requested your services today.” Allison told me, first thing when I arrived. She looked so proud, while I felt mortified. It was my second day, and I knew that there was no way in hell that Mr. Hemming had good intentions in asking me to work in his room. That man had only shown arrogance and irritation around me. Besides, I was nobody to him. So what was his deal? Heather rolled her eyes at me and put an obvious fake smile on her face. “I’ll show you how everything is done.” Okay. Does that mean she’s going to purposefully tell me the
Hi!it seems I wasn't very clear. but the chapter from Storm’s pov is actually the end of the Stolen Alpha. So it's not something I can change. I simply forgot about it and I started writing the first draft of Nivia's story and went to read the end to make sure it matched whatever I wrote last year.hope this clarifies things.and yes, Kyra was alive in the chapter. but since Eli named his daughter Kyra, we can pretend its her and not reveal that I sometimes forget my own story......anyway once again thank you for your support. I first need to finish the Luna prophecy before I start on Nivia's story, whatever that may be
- - Five years after chapter 119. -- Argo’s pov Airk slapped my thigh a lot, fucking harder than was necessary. He knew I had been training a lot, and my muscles were still sore from sparring against his mate. Everyone might assume he’s a fragile little luna, but that man works out daily, and he is very fucking protective of Brax. “So, you almost beat him this time.” Airk said, and I wasn’t sure if he was complimenting me or threatening me. “It’s my goal, you know. He is the only one left to beat.” I joked. “You didn’t beat me.” Airk replied, raising his eyebrow. “I beat you when we were fucking fifteen! How could you forget?” As a kid, I’ve beaten him countless times, but I didn’t want to rub it in too fucking much. Mila entered the room, looking like the most beautiful duck as she waddled towards us. I would never call her that to her face, though; my sunshine had turned into quite a monster this pregnancy. She’d fucking rip my balls off if I called her a duck. "Hi, beautifu
So... I thought of a story line for Nivia and started writing the chapter, but then I remembered I actually already wrote a chapter about Nivia (Aeryn's daughter) at the end of the Stolen Alpha. I'll post it here as well, so you don't have to go looking. It's free; don't worry. But in the story, I reveal that Osiris is in his 70s. I did the math, and since Osiris was 28? I think when he became a dad for the first time, Asher was 20 and Aeryn was 18. Once Nivia is 18, Osiris should be... 84. Which in werewolf years isn't that old. I thought he was about 100 now, but I forgot they all had kids a lot younger than humans. So he's safe for now :D But I have three options for Nivia and haven't really settled on one yet. But for most of them, she will go to a special academy for werewolves that they started a few years ago to make sure future alphas and betas won't make the same mistakes. It is something Asher started to make future leaders see they have more in common than they realize.
Osiris’ pov ‘Are you happy?’ Santos asked as I watched all the kids play together. ‘You can literally feel what I feel and hear my thoughts….’ I countered, annoyed with the old wolf. ‘If you consider that you got me when you were eighteen, I’m actually younger than you.’ Santos replied, waging his tale in my mind playfully. In my mind, he was still the same as always, but in reality, like me, he needed assistance. He couldn't walk properly without the help of prostethics. If I could have gone back in time and changed things, I wouldn’t have changed this. I would have made sure Riker was still alive, but then his mate Mia wouldn’t have found her second mate. Maybe I would have saved Kyra or any of the other wolves who have passed over the years, but who knows the ripple effect of that change? ‘You’ve watched The Butterfly Effect too many times.’ Santos said, making me laugh. I've only watched that movie once, but I knew that if I went back in time to change things, life wouldn't
Isaac’s pov Time has flown by. Way too fast. As I’m sitting here, holding my son and seeing my mate after giving birth to another couple's baby, I just can’t believe we’re here. It feels like just yesterday that everyone went home, and Emmy and I were left running the Winter Bone pack. Thankfully, my mom, Sierra, stayed behind to help. As a former beta, she stepped up and knew exactly what to do. She had basically run the pack with my grandpa when my uncle left to find his daughters. My other mom, Kate, was busy trying to find ways to help my grandparents. While I knew Sierra was here to help me, she was also here because Kate could get a little obsessed when she’s working on something. My mom hardly sleeps when she’s in the zone, and she doesn’t stop until it’s finished. Sierra would only be in the way. But now that I have a child of my own, I wonder if mom didn’t also stay behind because she had just seen me hurt badly. Being hurt in battle was the first time I had ever been
Brax’s pov “So, what made you change your mind?” My sister asked, slowly sitting down. It was getting harder for her to walk, sit down, or get up without the help of Argo or someone else. “I don’t think I really changed my mind; it was just..." Before I could finish, Mila started to laugh. “You did a 180. When Airk came home after the bonfire, it was clear you did not want a child this way.” I shook my head, chuckling along. “It wasn’t that. It felt weird to have a timeframe in which Airk and I could start a family.” “Nobody said anything about when you were supposed to have a child," Mila argued. “Didn’t they? Emmy wanted kids with Isaac, but not before helping us. So that meant putting things on hold. And Elora has her own army of pups she wants to push out, so we needed to do the egg extraction at the right time between pregnancies.” Mila giggled. “They don’t have that many kids. Mom has more.” “Mom didn’t have a choice but to keep having kids.” Mila took a deep breath. “We
Airk’s pov “It was so fucking gross.” Argo said, making the same face he made when mom put Brussels sprouts on the table when we were young. “He just ripped his whole fucking face off!” Dad sighed, “I didn’t rip his whole face off. I merely stuck my claws into his face and pulled. I’m not sure what actually came off. Maybe it was just his nose or a piece of his mouth.” Mom gagged, she was in dad's lap around the fire. “You’re not making it sound any better, Ash.” “Speaking of gross-looking things, how is grandpa Os?” Argo asked mom. Dad, Aunt Kat, and more people growled, and Argo threw his hands up in the air. “I was the fucking one that had to carry him like a baby, feeling his melting flesh against my hands. Besides, it’s how we deal with painful things, right, mom?” Mom gave Argo a wink, but then sounded very stern. “Maybe be a bit more tactful next time, Argo. You know how fucking important Os is to people.” “Fine,” Argo scoffed. “How is the fucker?” “He and Mom are doing
Asher’s pov “What the fuck happened?” Storm asked when I came close. He was surrounded by dead bodies and covered in blood. I was still holding on to Argo, who was barely able to walk. Yeah, what did happen? It was hard for me to remember everything. “Alpha Scott had silver nails laced with wolfsbane; he fought with Argo. We need to get out of here.” Storm shook his head, “no, offense, but we’re not going anywhere until you, your son, and I get some bandages or something. Because we’re in no fucking shape to take on any more people.” “Speak for yourself,” I replied jokingly. I stared at Storm’s body; his body was more red than his skin color. Storm smirked at me, “it’s mostly not my blood. But I did get shot, um, twice. So that fucking sucks.” I looked over at my son, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Storm was right. We needed to stop the bleeding and rest before we left. We were sitting ducks here, but I did just kill the Alpha of this pack. So the remaini
Argo’s pov “It’s going to be fucking fine,” Storm suddenly said, startling me. We had been silently trying to track Dad for hours, focusing on all our senses. We weren’t running in wolf shape because some of our travels went through human territory. Also, we couldn’t fucking communicate if we were in our wolf form, since we didn’t belong to the same pack anymore. “I didn’t say a fucking word…” I countered, looking at him with my eyebrow raised. “Your face is telling me enough, little fuckhead.” I scoffed, “well, big fuckhead, I am fine. And dad will be fine too. Unless you’re worried?” Storm shook his head, “Asher can handle anything.” I liked Storm. And not just because he curses a whole fucking lot. He’s good to my sisters, and he’s like a third son to my parents. And he’s given my parents their first grandkids, which puts some pressure on the rest of us. But I knew he was just as worried as I was. Storm was really fucking close to my dad. Like surrogate dad, close. Fucker