Look out Slater pack. Plenty of pissed off people coming for you.
DANTE Had you ever encountered someone that you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt would be your absolute downfall? Anyone who ever had to face my mate should know that it was her that would be their downfall. We had gotten everyone together today in order to devise a plan for the Slater pack. With both Haleen’s and Pamela’s testimonies, Coverstone had enough to launch an investigation. However, that could be extremely problematic because it would show that Pamela had survived and was taken in by another pack. They might begin searching for her. They would do so under a ‘dead or alive’ order. We would rather avoid that at all costs because they would accomplish it by whatever means necessary, no matter who they would hurt in the process. So, we had to come up with another plan. My mate knew that she could not be a part of this fight because she was pregnant, so she was leading the planning in order to make up for it. I had to admit that she was very sexy when in charge. Ziyah’s fury
DANTE We were heading out to Slater pack shortly, but I did not care one fucking bit at this exact moment because my mate commanded all of my attention. My pants had just hit the floor, and she pushed me down into my office chair. I was already hard and ready for her. The sexy Fae in front of me stripped off her dress, making me realize that she had been walking around without a bra or panties. She had been completely bare under that dress. Fucking hell. My eyes greedily raked over her entire body, savoring each inch that was revealed to me. Her perky breasts with nipples that were already hardened peaks. Her trim waist that had our branded tattoo. There was a baby bump there now too, reminding me of our precious little blobs. The normally bare pussy had something new. The initials D and R were created by just a little bit of hair. Fucking right, babe. That pussy did belong to me. ‘Perhaps you should see if she’ll let you tattoo that right there,’ Byron suggested, excited by the s
DANTE My eyes scanned our surroundings. Alpha Dion and who I would presume to be his Beta stood in front of the training field. They were both only wearing basketball shorts. Tattoos covered their bodies, but they did not look tasteful like mine and Kade’s. Men and women were dressed in workout clothes, listening to the presumed Beta go on and on about the importance of following orders. I could only imagine what the fuck this could apply to – every dirty thing that the Alpha wanted done was to be done. Too many Alphas were like that, and it was disgusting. “Everyone wants to be at the top,” he said, staring the crowd down, “but not everyone deserves it. You have to fight for what you want or watch someone else rip it from right in front of you.” He called a man and a woman to the front of the group. One of them looked like he was built from a fucking mountain, and the female did not look like she was built from even half of what he was. They looked at each other nervously, either
DANTE My shooter did not look like he was all that happy with his restraints. If looks could kill, I would definitely be dead. He could not kill me with a bullet, so he was resorting to glaring me to death. Chris and I stood in front of him, facing each other, with arms crossed over our chests. Unadulterated amusement. That was what we were experiencing right at that moment. We came. We saw. We conquered. Now, we got to fuck with people. Fucking with our enemies was always the best part of any battle. “You know what I think?” I asked Chris. “Hmm.” He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Only pussies shoot guns. Actually, I take that back. Pussies and wannabes. He wanted to play with the big boys,” I pointed out, bumping his shoulder with my own. “Should’ve just gone for a headshot. Looking at him, I bet that’s what he aimed for, but he got scared, started shaking, and lost his sight through all of the fat tears rolling down his cheeks. Then bam. Got you in the gut,” Chris mused, snorting
DANTE As exhausted as I had been after finally hitting the bed, my mind would not shut off. So, I just held my mate while she slept. I felt fear the moment that I was shot. I feared that I might not see her again, hold her, and have the future that we had begun building. Byron and I had feared that we would never hold our pups. We took a shower once we got back to our suite. She had been adamant that it was her turn to take care of me. I knew that she had also felt fear since she was not by my side. She had been afraid that something – anything – could happen. I saw the truth in the way her lips quivered as she undressed me. I saw it as her hands shook when she washed me. So, I gave her what she needed to banish that fear. I gave her control. Her heart began thundering in her chest, but she was still asleep. Fear rushed down the bond, so I tapped into my gift. - I was standing in a massive ballroom that was decorated for a party. A banner hung between two marble pillars that said,
DANTE ‘Stop it, babe. It wasn’t your fault, and you shouldn’t feel guilty. He shot me because he did. It was his choice and wasn’t your fault. Your aura saved my life and saved our people from getting hurt by the fuckers that it knocked out. I wouldn’t have changed a single fucking thing.’ Her eyes met mine, and I saw the guilt lessen as my words washed through her. This was not her fault at all. I had never truly been able to understand what Kade had gone through when he was in front of those who had hurt my sister. Well, that was until I had experienced it with Ziyah. Now, I was able to understand the pull between destroying the threat and leaving said threat to experience the painful consequences of their actions. This fucker before us was one who hurt my mate. Byron was pissed. I was pissed. We both wanted his blood, but we also wanted his suffering. Our instincts quieted some when Ziyah had her cousin bring something that she had created. It did sound really fucking painful.
DANTE I had never really been a morning person until my mate became pregnant and began doing prenatal yoga each morning. The pack had quite a few pregnancies right now, so she started a morning class for all who were interested. There were over twenty. Each class gained at least one new participant. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a creepy fucking stalker?” Chris asked, leaning along the railing next to me. “Yes, they have,” I said matter-of-factly. “However, if I’m one then so are you because your eyes haven’t left your mate.” He chuckled because he knew I was right. This class started because Ziyah needed to do it for our blobs, and she felt that it would be good for Charlene as well. After this class, we were heading over to the estate so that she could get checked out by the team there. We were curious about the genders, but it would be easiest done by the specialists. It did not matter to us what they were, but we were both the type who preferred to be as prepared as p
ZIYAH Two girls and a boy! I still could not wrap my head around that. I could not wait to hold them in my arms and show them how much they were loved. I had honestly given up hope of ever being a mother the moment that I woke up, chained to that concrete floor. It just proved that there was hope even in the most terrible of situations. “I was thinking that we could go somewhere special,” I told Dante with a mischievous grin. I had already planned on visiting Solana the moment that I knew that we would be coming to the estate. There were questions that I wanted and needed answers to. The only way I would be getting those was from her. We would be forced to deal with the Darkies sooner or later, so we needed all of the intel that we could get on them. Until I had escaped, I had only ever been in two rooms. Then I had always been blindfolded when I moved between the rooms. Solana would be our source of intel because she had visited there. I highly doubted that they would have treat