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Airen's POV What did I just do? I stood there, stunned. I had just said that Johnathan would be sticking around. For a while. And that we would be seeing more of him. What had I just done? The whole point of me not looking for him this whole time was that I didn't want him involved in my life. And what about James? I internally groaned. I didn't know how, but I was going to have to keep them away from each other for the next two days. At least until I could figure out how to fix this. 'I could always run.' The thought had crossed my mind. My family had reached a point where I wasn't really needed as much anymore. Yes, Dad was still very weak but he was slowly getting better and he was working from home now. Between him, Mom, Elena, and Elena's husband they could handle my grandparents. And with my job, I could work from anywhere. A plan began to slowly form in my head. A tug on my hand pulled me out of my thoughts. Rachel stood in front of us, my hand in hers, looking at Johna
Airen's POV Carlotta was waiting for us just inside the back door. The moment we stepped inside she pounced. "Oh good! Finally, Rachel, I have some things for you to look at that we could use for the baby's room!" She exclaimed happily, showing us her phone which was currently on a baby shopping site. I looked at the phone in surprise while Rachel looked pale. "Mother, do you really think that's necessary right now? I mean we're not even done with the wedding...." "Of course it's necessary! Before you know it the little tyke will be here and you won't have time for anything anymore. Now, look at this bassinet, I thought it would be perfect for the living room here....." Carlotta continued on and on while Rachel groaned and shot me yet another dirty look. After about 20 minutes of onesies, pacifiers, bibs, cribs, and toys Rachel's head looked like it was about to explode. "Mother, why don't we pause this discussion until after the wedding? As in when I'm back from my honeymoon?"
Airen's POV Rachel and I sat in the kitchen talking for a while. She sipped her coffee while I chugged glass after glass of water. No matter how much water I drank I didn't feel any better. If anything I was getting worse. Nasuea ruled my stomach with an iorn fist until even ice-cold water sounded unappealing. Lightheadedness and dizziness forced me to take a seat on a bar stool next to Rachel. My body was shaking like a leaf in brutally harsh wind and I felt weaker than a newborn lamb. Aches soon began to curl around my muscles like shadowy fingers strangling them. I tried to focus on the conversation with Rachel, and tried to act like nothing was wrong, but I knew that soon my nose would start to bleed and I would be forced to the bathroom in order to throw up the very limited contents of my stomach. The mention of my son, however, forced me to re-focus on the conversation. "So James is....." Rachel trialed off allowing the unfinished thought to linger in the air. I nodded and
Airen's POV When I first woke up I didn't want to move. Not because I was in pain, but because I was so comfortable. I was surrounded by a heavenly warmth that made me feel safe. The pillows and blankets were soft and fluffy and they were covered in a wonderful scent. They smelled like whiskey, mint, and eucalyptus. I felt safe and warm and cozy and all I wanted to do was burrow further into the soft bed and cushions and sleep for a million years. At least, until my very embarrassing scene came crashing back into my memory. Then all I wanted to do was bury myself under the blankets and hide. "I know you're awake." a deep voice rumbled. My eyes flew open and I sat bolt-upright in bed. A bed that was not mine. It wasn't even the one that I used when James and I stayed at Rachel's. I looked around the room, desperately trying to regain my senses and figure out where I was. Had I been kidnapped and I just didn't remember it? I sat on the bed, feeling utterly lost and confused, waiti
Airen's POV His thumb caressed my lip again as I felt him lean closer. "Now, tell me, Mio piccolo coniglietto," his warm breath brushed my ear and I felt his lips graze my cheek. Shivers of anticipation and pleasure ran through me. "Why were you panicking?" And just like that, the cold water of reality rushed through me like ice. I opened my eyes and jerked back. "I wasn't panicking," I stated firmly. His eyebrow raised and he gave me a look that said he knew I was lying. I met his look with a glare of my own. The last thing I was going to do was let this man in on what I was thinking. "Then why was your heart racing?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow of my own. "Let's see, I wake up in the dark in a strange room with a strange man that I can't see talking to me. Why do you think my heart was racing Einstien?" "You were scared." it was more of a statement than a question, but I'd take it. "No shit Sherlock," I said rolling my eyes. I glanced at my watch and winced at how much
Airen's POV Once the dishes were done I finished cleaning the kitchen by wiping off all of the counters. I then washed my hands and dried them on a kitchen towel. "I know you're there," I said quietly to the darkness behind me. Everyone else had long since gone to bed or gone home. There was only one person who could be standing there watching me like a predator watching its prey. Which I guess was technically what was happening. "I wasn't trying to hide the fact that I was." His deep voice came from the kitchen doorway. I hung the towel on the oven handle and turned to face him. I crossed my arms and pinned him with a pointed stare. "So now what il mio piccolo coniglio?" He said in flawless Italian. "Well, now you can stop calling me your little bunny." I bit harshly. He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Oh? You speak Italiano Bella donna?" "Enough." "Perfetto." "No, not perfetto." "What's wrong?" He smirked as though he was amused by the conversation. "Nothing's wrong, I just d
Hello, I want to apologize to all of you for my lack of regular updates to this story. I have had a lot of things going on in my personal life that has been keeping me busy. However, some things have happened and a few circumstances in my life have changed so starting next week there will be more regular updates to the story. I am also pleased to announce some upcoming stories that I will be putting out soon! Rogue's Human Soul: Prequel to Alpha's Human Mate Coming Early 2023 Hotel of the Dead: Coming Spring 2023 Alpha's Human Luna: Book Two of the Alpha Logan Series Coming Summer 2023 Thank you all for reading and for your patience! Please vote for this story if you are enjoying it!
Airen's POV I don't know why I agreed to stay in his room, and more specifically, his bed other than I knew I had a choice. All day the feeling of being trapped had followed me like a dark cloud. Fear and the invisible pressure of becoming a werewolf's mate became heavier and heavier throughout the day. And not just any werewolf's mate, but an Alpha's mate and one of the world's most feared Alpha's at that. Past experiences made me fearful of commitment and long for freedom. The feeling of being trapped or tied down to someone other than myself or my family always made me skittish and usually at the first sign of anything becoming permanent I run. I had a feeling though, that running in this case would not work. Despite the growing fear and pressure on my chest, I had some of the best sleep of my life that night. At least, until I got sick. I knew it was coming once I got the nosebleed. Becoming nauseous and throwing up were only more symptoms of my mysterious illness that were ma
Johnathan's Pov I did not sleep well. Between being restless over the separation from my mate and Morte being restless over vampires being within 100 miles of our mate and son, it was a long and uncomfortable night. At some point, I must have dozed off because one minute I was stressing out over what to do about my mate and her lack of communication and the next I was waking up to the bedroom door being opened. I had fallen asleep sitting up against the door, so when it opened I fell into the room, backward. I lay there, looking up at a very displeased Airen. She was wearing another white t-shirt, denim capri pants, and Converse. Her hair was down around her shoulders and damp as though she had just gotten out of the shower. There was a pair of sunglasses perched on her head and she was carrying a duffle bag, a book bag, and a purse. I wondered what she needed that required that many bags for just a few days before I remembered that she was supposed to be here for two whole weeks
Airen's POV After Tobias and Dayton crashed the reception, the party mood had been effectively killed. Everyone went home, almost imeadieadtly, giving Rachel and Cade murmured congratulations on their way out, all the while casting, me, Cade, and Johnathan nervous looks. Cade because of the new information that he was a werewolf and now lived among them. Johnathan because he was still fuming with barely contained rage and me because I was the obvious cause and target of Johnathan's rage. Mom offered to take James for me so Johnathan and I could "talk", the whole time casting uneasy glances at Johnathan who was watching me like a hawk. I shook my head. "I appreciate it, Mom, really, but after everything I want to keep James here with us." Mom looked at me, concerned. "Honey, I don't know how I feel about you staying here eith
Johnathan's POV I smelled them before I saw them. Vampires. Before I could do anything, Airen tensed in my arms. She was looking at something over my shoulder and I could see the fear in her eyes. She reached out and pushed James behind her, never taking her eyes off of what I could only assume to be the vampires I was smelling. I looked around and saw that everyone else was watching something behind me. I also noted that the music had stopped and Cade had pushed Rachel behind him. I scanned the crowd for Brenna and found her frozen and as white as a sheet. I made eye contact with her and motioned with my head for her to come to get James. That seemed to shake her out of her frozen state. She nodded in acknowledgment and began to make her way toward us. I then focused on Airen. Her hand had slipped down to my chest at some point and she was now gripping my shirt with white knuckles. She was shaking, though I doubt she noticed, and had pressed herself up against me, whether subcon
Airen's POV It wasn't hard to avoid Johnathan. I was the Maid of Honor, after all, I had plenty to do. Mom was watching James so I had one less thing to worry about during the reception. Even so, I constantly found myself looking for him in the crowd. Anytime it took more than 0.5 seconds to find him, I began to panic. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but that phone call with Nolan had shaken me up. I also found myself looking for Johnathan in the crowd quite often as well. Every time I saw him he was already looking at me. It was as though he was keeping steady track of me with his eyes. Every time I looked quickly away, my cheeks heating furiously in embarrassment. So far the reception was going well. Cade and Rachel had already cut the cake, we had eaten dinner, they had their first dance, and in a move that surprised everyone, Cade danced his mother-and-son dance with Carlotta while Rachel did her father-daughter dance with Jonathan. I watched the dances with a smile. It was nic
Johnathan's POV I stood at the altar next to Cade, proud smile on my face. I didn't have many friends, but out of the ones I did have Cade was my best friend and the first to find his mate and get married. I was nothing but honored to be standing next to him on his special day. The seats were filled with Rachel's close family and friends. Her mom sat front and center with an overly excited grin on her face. Mrs. Carter sat next to her with a polite smile on her face, but her eyes glared daggers at me. Music began to softly play from the speakers and my attention was drawn to the cutest little boy in a tux walking down the aisle. I smiled, big and proud of my boy as he brought the pillow with the rings on it down to the altar. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Mrs. Carter scrutinizing me as I watched James. 'Great. If she didn't know before, now she's going to figure it out on her own.' 'And that's a problem? Now she will know that she cannot just take our son without our pe
Johnathan's POV The day had been a blur. After the girls came in from talking on the porch, Airen looking determined and shooting Rachel with dark looks, and Rachel looking very concerned and guilty, we had all eaten our fill. A good thing too, because we haven't had a thing to eat since. There was a sandwich and snack table set up earlier around lunchtime, but Cade and I had been busy dealing with some setup issues that had come up. By the time we got back the food was gone and cleaned up and the party planner, some girl named Lily, said that we couldn't have anything else until the reception tonight. I'd nearly growled at her I was so hungry. After showering and being hidden away in Cade's room we began to get ready. Airen had brought James by so he could hang out with us for a while earlier. Unfortunately, she wasn't dressed yet, so I couldn't get a sneak peek at her in her dress. James had been ready though, and he had giggled when I pouted and whined about not seeing Airen in h
Airen's POV BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. I groaned blindly reaching for my phone where the incessant buzzing noise was coming from. It wasn't my alarm, or it would be screaming at me, not buzzing. Who was calling me at this hour? Suddenly the buzzing stopped. Great. I was going to have to call whoever it was back. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. Or not. Something reached over me and grabbed the phone. A moment later something warm and deliciously soft pressed against my ear. "Who's Ryker?" My eyes flew open. I turned to see a not so pleased looking Johnathan holding my still buzzing phone. RYKER was spelled out in bold white letters across the screen along with a picture of the offending caller. "Who. Is. Ryker?" Johnathan growled again, his voice deep and rough from just waking up. His blue eyes were no longer blue, but black and I could practically feel the tension in his body. Every muscle was coiled like a spring, ready to attack. I swore under my breath. "Give me that." I reached for my phone
Airen's POV "How long Airen?" The words came out as a low growl causing his chest to rumble with the vibrations. I gulped. "I-" He cut me off. "Don't lie to me. And if you say 'I don't know' again I swear to the moon goddess I will put you over my knee." He quirked an eyebrow at me as though daring me to test him on it. I bit my lip. A groan escaped Johnathan's thin and very close lips. "Keep doing that Angel, and you won't get a chance to lie to me." His husky voice whispered. I looked up into his eyes and saw him giving me a wicked and knowing smirk. I blushed, realizing that I had been caught looking at his lips. "Doing what?" I asked as I looked away guiltily. His hand reached up and gripped my chin. He used his thumb to caress my bottom lip. "Biting your lip." "Why? Does it get you all hot and bothered?" I smirked at him, both of us knowing that he had nowhere to go if he was turned on. To my utter surprise, he just smirked right back. My confusion must have shown
Airen's POV I don't know why I agreed to stay in his room, and more specifically, his bed other than I knew I had a choice. All day the feeling of being trapped had followed me like a dark cloud. Fear and the invisible pressure of becoming a werewolf's mate became heavier and heavier throughout the day. And not just any werewolf's mate, but an Alpha's mate and one of the world's most feared Alpha's at that. Past experiences made me fearful of commitment and long for freedom. The feeling of being trapped or tied down to someone other than myself or my family always made me skittish and usually at the first sign of anything becoming permanent I run. I had a feeling though, that running in this case would not work. Despite the growing fear and pressure on my chest, I had some of the best sleep of my life that night. At least, until I got sick. I knew it was coming once I got the nosebleed. Becoming nauseous and throwing up were only more symptoms of my mysterious illness that were ma