So they get to be interrogation babysitters for their cousins.
Thankfully, the drive from the airport went well. Chesed tried to rear his ugly head, but I handled him. I wouldn’t let him give my mates any shit or try to scare them with his driving. I want to protect them from that while I can. Goddess knows Kat will eventually get them in a car while she is driving, and like the rest of us, they’ll forever fear being in a car when she drives. We arrived at the Nebrodi patrol office with a plan. My mates would monitor their cousins to ensure they didn’t interfere with what needed to be done. I hoped the McBroom siblings wouldn’t cause problems, but better to be safe than sorry. As we pulled up behind the other cars, it was apparent who drove Tie and Kat’s SUV based on Dean’s pale and frightened expression as he stood with Livia. Of course, Kat was driving. Tie likes to drive, but when Kat decides she’s doing anything, nobody can stop her. She’s even more stubborn when pregnant, so there was no hope of compromise. Kat driving also explained how th
I wanted to switch jobs with Gunnar the second the door shut behind me, closing me in a small interrogation room with Alpha Alec D’Amore. He may have seemed less intimidating during the car ride here, but I knew that was only because he was talking to Zoe. I wasn’t about to forget that aura he was putting out at the airstrip. That kind of intense power isn’t something you forget. ‘I swear to Goddess Ashley, if you act up and piss off Alpha Alec, I’m not going to protect you. Pollux is strong, but he’s not stupid. Lavender isn’t stupid either, so she better keep you from doing something stupid.’ I warned in our family link as I guided her to stand against the wall near the door. I chose to stay near the door, so if Ashley did act up, I would drag her dumb ass out into the hall. I wanted us to stay out of the fucking way. Based on what Zoe told me about her cousin, Alpha André is unpredictable. Zoe said André is generally a fun-loving guy that Gunnar and I would get along with. That’s
The air in Sicily has been tense. Okay, that might be a bit dramatic of me, but it feels that way to my family. Ersilia is out there somewhere plotting against Alexander. She has his sperm, super gross, and her great-granddaughter Domitilla. All she needs is the blue moon to take a second shot at forcing this damn prophecy. There was less than a week before the next blue moon, and every day that brought us closer to it created more unease amongst the ranked wolves in the packs. We’ve been in Nebrodi for three weeks, and it feels like we’ve made zero progress. Livia has been showing Dean around Nebrodi and waiting until she can return to Ironfur. Primo is under house arrest in Madonie with Ashley until Ersilia is found, and then… I don’t know what André will do with him. I only know that Kat lifted the magic Ersilia was using on him to keep him safe, not that Ersilia has shown herself in all this time. This lack of even a clue to where she went was pissing me off. Okay, it’s pissing u
Adjusting to living in Nebrodi hasn’t been smooth sailing. Henrik and I are doing our best to study that EIGHT HUNDRED PAGE guide to being a Nebrodi Beta Luna Katrina gave us, but we didn’t have much time to focus. There is a witch out there looking to mess with our mate’s family, and she needs to be put down. We’ve spent most of our time as our wolves running all over Sicily trying to sniff the hag out. Even with a scent sample of her and her great-granddaughter, whom she kidnapped, we’ve come up with nothing. It’s frustrating for everyone searching for her. That’s why Isadora was insistent that we come for dinner. She said her family needed time away from the hunt. Given that I found Zoe looking at real estate listings, I had to agree that she could use the mental break. Thankfully, Zoe didn’t put up much of a fight about attending dinner at her parents’ house. While she got ready, my brother and I got changed and waited for her. I felt overdressed when Zoe walked out in jeans. Sh
I know Zoe shut down the possibility of her being pregnant, and logically, I know the likelihood of it is very low, but I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. What if she is pregnant? Would it be mine or Gunnar’s? Does it matter? What would a kid call us? How would they differentiate who they call dad? ‘Stop worrying about it. There are plenty of names for male parental figures. One of you can be Dad and the other Papa like Zoe’s cousin and his mate. And no, it won’t matter who genetically is the father. Any pup of Zoe’s is ours.’ Pollux rolled his eyes. I knew he was right but couldn’t stop thinking about it, even as we followed Isadora to the large dining room of her home, where the rest of the family were seated. Despite being in Sicily for almost a month, Damon is the only person at the table I feel I know to any degree because he was in Ironfur. There hasn’t been a lot of time since we got here to play the getting to know the in-laws’ game. ‘I don’t think their plan is for you
While I can’t believe Gunnar and Henrik kept this from me, I can forgive them, given their upbringing and where they are from. I don’t want this to sound offensive or like I’m saying all Americans are like that, but Opera and Ballet are often considered unmanly by American standards. Not that other countries don’t have a similar mindset. However, these aren’t talents we’d look down upon here, especially in my family. “I don’t know your mother, so I’m only speaking as one myself. She likely wanted to ensure your individuality, especially in a sea of many children. I’m not dismissing your feelings on it.” Mama sighed. “She shouldn’t have made you feel you had to perform for anyone. However, no one should feel ashamed of their talents and expressing them.” I frowned, giving Henrik and Gunnar’s thighs a squeeze. “You won’t find that kind of discouraging attitude in our family,” Regina gestures around. “You’re seated at a table with three singers. Zio Alec is a big supporter of the arts,
I knew the Petridis family learning about our talents would come out eventually. Just as I knew Henrik’s would instantly be accepted as Zoe and her parents are singers. There hadn’t been many occasions for me to show off my skills unless you count strip teases for Zoe or that happy dance the day after the family dinner when that hag Ersilia lost her head. Now that the bitch is dead, I was looking forward to things getting to a new normal. No more long days trying to track her down. The hunters, fuck it’s weird that hunters were on our side, were able to explain how Ersilia stayed hidden from being scented or magically tracked. Angels! Mother fucking ANGELS! I’d never seen one till I got a look at Bert. He was the only angel the hunters left alive for questioning. I don’t know if all angels smell the same, but Castor and I committed the scent to memory. I don’t understand why the angels were working with Ersilia and won’t till the hunters get Bert to crack, but if they were involved i
Watching Gunnar and Henrik interact with their nephews and nieces, despite the long separation, was a heartwarming sight. I had always known they were good with children, having witnessed their interactions with the heirs at Ironfur and here. But seeing them in this familial setting, I was certain they would be exceptional fathers. We had discussed the possibility of having children, but it was a different feeling to think about it as a near-future reality. I tried to hide my relief when they confessed they both hoped to be dads sooner rather than later. I managed to stop myself from touching my belly. I’d already been doing my best not to think about the positive pregnancy test I took this morning. Kat had been nagging me for a few days to take one and showed up in my office this morning when I was doing some last-minute work and had me take it. I haven’t been able to tell Gunnar and Henrik yet. I figured I’d wait till we got through to their family’s arrival. I wanted them to know