Well shit. Gunnar should have kept his thoughts/view on who should move to himself. At least for now. If he had, there wouldn't be a door between Zoe and them.
I couldn’t think of a time in my thirty years on this planet I’ve wanted to punch Gunnar with all my might. I couldn’t imagine there being a reason to want to hit him. He’s my twin and best friend. Nothing could make me angry enough at him to throw a real punch. Nothing till now. After Zoe slammed the door and locked it in our faces, I rounded on my twin and clocked him. “What the hell?” Gunnar blinked as he held his jaw. “What’d you do that for?” “You had to open your damn mouth. You didn’t need to bring up the moving thing. Certainly not like that. I told you before we came here Zoe has not just a say, but the most important say.” I growled, fists still clenched, ready to throw another punch. “She brought it up first.” Gunnar tried to defend himself. “No. Zoe didn’t bring it up.” I shook my head. “She asked if anyone would be mad about Char’s painting. You then word vomited about Mom favoring our sisters and Lorna, and it snowballed into you talking about Zoe moving here.” I rem
It took every ounce of self-control not to give Viatrix control when Séréna offered a threesome with MY mates. I may be pissed about their backward and sexist mentality that I should give up my title to move here. That doesn’t mean I rejected them. I knew if either of them showed her a glimmer of hope that they’d sleep with her, rejection would be the least painful thing they’d experience. I would turn all offending parties into stone and throw them out a window. I’d rather turn one or both of my mates into literal Humpty Dumpties than ever feel the pain of them cheating on me, least of all with someone like her. I wouldn’t care that doing so might, in the worst case, cause a war with Ironfur and whatever pack that bitch is from. Kat and Tie would understand why I did it and have my back. Thank the Goddess, it didn’t come to that. Henrik put that bitch in her place. He was already in the lead if there was a competition between the brothers for me. Henrik may have agreed with Gunnar a
Damon’s words last night didn’t immediately sink in, but they did. He had a point. I never wanted to fight with Zoe. Fighting with my mate was never on my agenda, nor was it how I thought finding her would go. Fighting for her, sure. I’d fight for her. I’d fight at her side, too, but not against her. My wolf sure didn’t like that Zoe was mad at us, or more so, mad at me. He’d been ignoring me since she shut us out. He didn’t speak to me even when he took control to applaud Pollux for shutting that she-wolf I threw in the lake. He just pushed past to show his approval of his twin’s actions. I was on board with what Pollux did, too. That bitch needed to be told off. I fucked her once. Okay, if you want to be literal, it was three times, but in succession, so I count it as once. Either way, she was only in my bed once and would never be back, even if I hadn’t met Zoe. I slept around, I’ll admit, but I didn’t generally do repeats. Repeats gave the wrong impression that it was more than s
Damn, this mate bond. It makes even being annoyed with Gunnar and Henrik difficult. ‘Difficult or hard? You know, like their cocks were getting.’ Viatrix said, licking her chops and replaying the memory of seeing my mates naked. ‘Knock it off!’ I demanded and shook away the memory. The last thing I needed to think about while in the shower was Gunnar and Henrik’s big dicks. I knew that doing so would only lead to me getting hot and bothered and masturbating in the shower or showing up at breakfast as a horny mess. ‘I beg to differ. I think that’s exactly what you should do. Either fantasize about Gunnar and Henrik and get yourself off or get yourself worked up, and when we get over to their place, have them for breakfast.’ Viatrix suggested with a snicker. ‘You were never this dirty-minded before.’ I grumbled. ‘That’s because I didn’t give a flying fuck about the men you slept with before. They weren’t my mates, so why get hot and bothered? I reserve my desires for the ones I was
Why can’t things go the way I want? I rushed through my cold shower, so I’d have plenty of time to make something for breakfast and figure out how we would get her a coffee she’d like. This is the Adirondack Mountains. We don’t have fancy coffee. We have Folgers or Maxwell House. We have varied roasts, but not like espresso or something fancy. Lorna had snickered when she saw Gunnar and me in the kitchen making a mess. Such a loving and helpful sister-in-law she is. Neither of us knew what Zoe would want to eat, so we were making what we knew. Between us, we split up the duties of making pancakes, bacon, eggs, and biscuits with sausage gravy. I had been checking all the cabinets for something that might appease her for coffee when that nosey bitch Pollux shut up last night and came in with a note telling us Zoe needed us. While I didn’t trust that bitch as far as my nephew could throw her, something felt wrong. We aren’t fully mated, so it’s not like I could truly sense her being in
I still didn’t know what I would call justice for what Séréna and her lackey attempted to do. Gunnar and especially Henrik already had a set idea of what punishment the guy should at least get. It was shocking to see Henrik crush the guy’s hand while he was still a statue. It was shocking but not something that upset me or made me think less of Henrik for his actions. Sure, to some people, crushing a man’s hand would be considered extreme. And maybe if that hand hadn’t tried to assault me, I’d think it was extreme. However, he did try to assault me, and I’m okay with him losing his hand for it. Gunnar and Henrik may be reluctant about being Beta mates in Nebrodi, but what Henrik did proved they’d fit in great with my family. As Holly and Dean took Séréna and the one-handed jackass away, I considered what may happen from all this. Will their Alpha concede that their actions require punishment and handle it? Would he side with these nitwits? Would he think Henrik went too far and deman
Maybe bringing her to our rooms was a bad idea. Other women who crossed the threshold into either of our rooms didn’t stay long enough and were too preoccupied to notice things like my Swan Lake painting or Henrik’s Phantom of the Opera poster. So, we’ve never had to explain them to anyone. I got off easy because mine was one of Char’s paintings. Henrik, not so much since it’s a signed poster. Knowing her family’s history with that opera and that she is a singer gives him an in with her and the rest of her family. I’m not a singer or a painter. I’m not sure what she’d think of my well-hidden talent for ballet. I don’t disclose that to anyone. Henrik, Mom, and my instructor are the only ones who ever knew. Char may have painted the Swan Lake water painting in my room, but she didn’t give it to me. Mom did that. As glad as I was not to have further questions about the painting or poster, I wouldn’t say I liked how Zoe’s shoulders bunched as I walked into Henrik’s bathroom. It made me w
I didn’t want to know how long I spent in Henrik’s shower scrubbing every inch of my body. My skin was red and beyond exfoliated when Viatrix insisted I needed to stop. I still felt dirty, but I stopped. Indeed, to get beyond this. While what happened was bad, it didn’t escalate to something worse. I didn’t freeze, I reacted, and I prevented that asshole from doing something that would hurt me and my mates. Maybe I’ll feel better after Alpha Dorian punishes the guy and Séréna. I was hesitant when I poked my head out of Henrik’s bathroom and looked around. Logically, I knew I was perfectly safe. This wasn’t a shared hallway where some asshole or bitch could decide to attack me. This was my mate’s bedroom in the Alpha house, where people can’t just wander around as they want. The room was silent, and through the hole in their shared wall, I couldn’t see anyone in Gunnar’s room. Once I shoved my irrational worries aside, I found my luggage still in Gunnar’s room. They still need to expl