Hi. Hope you're having a great monday! Sorry for not writing during the weekend, but that time is mostly reserved for my family. Saturday we went bowling and sunday we went to the movies. Kungfu Panda 4. It was fun. I love Jack Blakc, but we watched the movie in dutch, though. for the kids. thanks for reading and I hope you loved this little break.
Ripley’s pov “Um, uh…” Never before had Leticia not known what to say. That woman was wise beyond her years and always seemed to know what to say in any situation. Could she tell what Cas and I had done in the car? Could she see on my face that half way through the trip I actually started to really consider giving him a blowjob since that hard on wasn’t going anywhere? No.... silly, she isn’t a mind reader, I told myself. “Did something happen?” I asked, jumping to the worst-case scenario. Because why wouldn’t I? Last time I left my girl somewhere, they were taken. “Um, sort off. The girls are safe and here. They didn’t see him. But um.” She sighed. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Ripley. Someone came asking for you. And he… he said he was your husband.” Cas laughed, “some paparazzi bullshit trying to gain information probably.” “What did you say?” I asked. There wasn’t a single part of me that took her statement seriously. We had buried Oliver. Well, part of him. “I told
Cas’ pov Just a phone call. She acts like it’s just a fucking phone call. Doesn’t Ripley realize this could change everything? I’m not even fucking sure if that’s really her dead husband, but if it is, it will change everything. Every fucking thing! Fuck, it makes me angry. Things weren’t perfect. I mean, just this morning we had an awful conversation with her bitchass mothers, but still. Things were as perfect as they could be despite the circumstances. And I am not saying I am perfect, either. I am a piece of shit, who is trying to be better. I am doing my fucking best to be the best person for Ripley, and the weird thing is it doesn’t even feel like work. Because when I’m with her and her daughters, how can I not want to be a good person? Being around them makes me better. It makes me happy. Ripley, River, and Rose are my favorite people in the world. And if this man on that fucking doorbell video is Oliver, then... Then I’m screwed. Doesn’t Ripley realize there are only two
Ripley’s pov My feet could not stay still. My whole body needed to move for me to feel calm, which felt counterintuitive because every tap of my feet caused Cas to glare at me. He was nervous too, for a different reason than I was. “I think I should stay.” He said again. We have had this same discussion three times now. “I don’t think that’s smart.” I replied. In honesty, I am kind of scared Cas might try to fight with Oliver. “Ley…” “Cas…” Cas sighed. “I don’t like you being along with him.” “Nothing will happen. You know that.” Cas shook his head. “I don’t know the guy. And I need more information on him. Why did he come back now? What does he want?” “I will ask him all these questions. But if you’re here, it will only make things more tense. Besides, you were going to spend the day with River and Rose.” It slightly helped that I didn’t want the girls here either. Only slightly, though. “If he tries anything...” Cas threatened, and I knew I had made the right choice. It w
Cas’ pov I tried my best to focus on the girl, but I had this nagging feeling that this conversation between Oliver and Ley would go very differently than she thought it would. That’s why I wanted to be there. It’s my job to protect her. Not that she can’t protect herself, but still. I would rather it be me who beat up her ex than her. There is no way he could have a good reason for faking his death. Nobody who fakes their death does so because they aren't in danger or are dangerous themselves. I stared at River and Rose. What could convince someone to abandon these two girls? The only valid reason in my book, was if he was held captive. And tortured or something. But if that were the case, he’d be injured a lot, fucking more, and probably pretty traumatized. He didn’t sound traumatized based on what Ripley told me, but I have never been to war, so what the hell do I know? “Cas?” Rose asked. “Can you push me?” I pushed her swing softly at first, picking up a little speed. I did
Here is chapter one of my new story: Huntint Our Mate. Here is the blurb. For now. It might change: “Just stop it. It won't work.” I sighed, making Raiden stop midsentence. “You're lying, Zev. You like our little mouse.” “If your aim is to get me to fall for her, why do you continue to call her ours?"I teased my friend back. Raiden shrugged, “because she is. Until she's not... When you claim her as yours.” When Alpha-heir Raiden sees his best friend staring at the new girl, Atalanta, he notices an instant spark between them. Zev is against the notion of having a mate and refuses to date anyone before he has rejected his mate. Raiden tries everything to get Zev and Atalanta alone, hoping they won't be able to deny their attraction. But the more he tries, the more Raiden realizes he's developing feelings for Atalanta as well. Atalanta has no interest in dating either; she's too busy focusing on her mission. She has been sent by the hunters to find out as much as she can about
Raiden’s pov “You’re mean,” my best friend Zev said. It was just a joke. The girl needed to get some hair on her chest. Not literally; I mean, some people might be into that sort of thing, but I like my girls as hairless as possible. But she needs to toughen up. I have no clue why anyone that timid and shy is here. Nothing about her screams high-ranking wolf. She looks sick, weak, and maybe kind of pretty with those big blue eyes and pouty lips. If you like that heroine chic look, I guess. This is an academy for the best of the best. A school where you can learn to become even better so you can serve your pack. A place where you can make allies that can benefit you for years to come. My grandpa is actually the one who started this school as a way for our packs to learn to get along. We were so busy fighting stupid pack wars that we failed to realize how much we had in common. But that wasn’t even the primary reason to open the school. Grandpa Vince explained to me a few years ag
Zev’s pov I had no clue why Raiden invited the poor girl. She’s not the type of girl who hangs around him. Not the type of girl he invited back to our room. Not that Raiden’s very picky. As long as they have boobs and a pretty face, he's game. That man is an ass man, though. If the girl has a good butt, he’ll try extra hard for her to like him. Not that he really has to try. Raiden is one of the most well-known Alpha heirs. People want to hang around him all the time, either to try and get a meeting with his dad or to be friends with the next Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. Alliences with our pack are like covited treasures. I guess I’m lucky. I don’t have to do anything. I’m born to be his best friend. Our mothers were best friends. They became pregnant together and even gave birth to us on the same day. Mom died when I was young, and ever since Luna Grace and Alpha Ethan took me in. They’re like my parents in a way. I’m lucky to have them in my life. Grace, Ethan, Raiden, and
Atalanta’s pov I couldn’t believe how much food Raiden bought for me. I knew I couldn’t refuse it, even though I could never finish it. But I hoped that I could take some back with me. It meant I would have food for a few days. But then Raiden ate it all, and I’m embarrassed to say I almost cried when I saw him shove everything inside like it was nothing. I shouldn’t have been surprised; he had been cruel to me from the moment we met. Well, not all the time. It was very confusing. He would call me mouse, "our mouse", which meant who's? Zev’s and his? Or everyone’s? And then he would buy me food, which seemed nice but also felt like a test. But then the cookie... Why did he feed me part of a cookie? And why. And this is the big one. Why did I like it when he called me “a good girl”? Probably because no one has ever called me good. Yeah, that must be it. It took a lot of money to send me and my brother here, which I was reminded of countless times. But since General Sweets, our le
Cassius pov“You’re so fucking beautiful.”“Language, dad.” Rose scolded me.I rolled my eyes, “you know what I mean. You are the perfect bride, Raven.”Seeing my youngest daughter get married reminded me of my own wedding. Ripley and I had wanted to do a quick wedding with just the three of us, not knowing at the time she was already pregnant with our middle child, Rayne.After we went to Malachi’s and Kennedy’s wedding, Ripley had wanted to get married in Europe too. But instead of France, she chose Greece.Even now, twenty plus years later, I can still remember how fucking gorgeous the country was. The white building, the blue ocean, my perfect bride in her summer dress.It was simple, but it suited us both. I didn’t need a big fucking wedding. I just needed my girls there. Rose and River wore matching dresses; they were so fucking cute. We had done the official part at home, at city hall. Ripley had asked two of the hotel staff to be our witnesses—two people who were now friends.T
Malachi’s povShe smelled and tasted even better than I remembered. I loved seeing that bump above me as I ate her pussy out. I kept my promise; I made her cum every time she told me she loved me.By the end of it, she didn't seem shy about it any longer; all the awkwardness between us was gone.She loves me, and I love her. And I intend to show her in every way possible.Once her legs felt putty and she couldn't move, I carried her to her room.“This is going to be our room now.” I stated, and she smiled at me.“Can you go inside the closet and grab that little bag for me?” she asked.I did what my woman asked me to do, looking for a small bag. I suspected it was my ring but didn’t want to assume.Once I found the bag, I handed it to her, and she took out a little box."Malachi Ford, you're nothing like what I ever imagined my husband would be like, but exactly what I need. You’re a sweetheart; you love to dance and sing, and your fashion sense is growing on me.”I chuckled at her wor
Kennedy’s povLong story short, I heard everything. Yeah, it’s an invasion of fucking privacy, blablabla. It’s my home! If I want to watch the security cameras for a bit, just to make sure everything is okay, then I can.I mean, it wasn’t like I was spying on them.Okay, I sort of was, but who cares?Malachi loves me. He said so twice now, so it’s like a fact at this point.And if he does get upset I eavesdropped, then he should also get angry at Leon, because that sneaky little man must have overheard my call with Cassius and Ripley.Yes. I talked to them. Of all people.But it wasn’t even about Malachi. They called me to see how everything was going after Juliette’s death and offered their sympathies. It was just a normal conversation until the fucker, Cassius, of course, started annoying me.He asked about the wedding and a bunch of other shit, that doesn’t seem really important right now. And then he started teasing me, like a fucking child.Ripley tried to stop him, well, sort of;
Malachi’s povHow do I even start?I wish I could put this off. I wish I could just wait a bit, but we have to go to France so Leon can say goodbye if he wants to. I read everything I could online about young children and death, and they all suggest letting the kids have a choice.Both the funeral and her burial will take place there.I can’t let my own feelings get in the way. I am angry; I’m sad. I’m so many things, but none of them are important right now.Is that what it’s like to be a parent? Putting someone else first, always? I respect momma in a whole new way.Every time I asked about my dad, did she hurt as well? She never showed it.“Papa?” Leon said, looking at me with big eyes.He’s so beautiful. Such an amazing kid.I swallowed, trying to keep my voice from breaking.Things were awkward between me and Kennedy because we almost kissed. But she was still here, her hand on my shoulder, trying to keep me sane.She’s a good woman. A good mother. And I am lucky to have her here.
Malachi’s pov“Do you believe in god?”Kennedy sighed. Our morning did not get off to a good start. I may or may not have assumed she had told Leon when I saw her holding him and crying.Thankfully I didn’t just yell out something stupid, but the damage was done anyway.The rest of the day had been awkward, and I still had not told Leon about his mother’s death.It surprised me that Kennedy stayed behind after our fight. She could have left. Leon wasn’t her responsibility, and she’s supposed to go to work. But she didn’t.Instead, she worked from home.Leon was now taking a nap, and Kennedy had just ordered lunch, so I thought it was a safe moment to talk to her. Guess I was wrong.“Why?”“I don’t know. Just... do you believe in God?" I asked again.“I’m a Republican; of course I believe in God." Kennedy replied stoically.I don't think that's how it works, but okay.."So you go to church, pray, and all that?"She rolled her eyes, “that’s too much. I just believe in God. And I donate t
Kennedy’s pov“I’m sorry,” I muttered.“What?” Ripley asked.“Don’t make me repeat it, please. You heard me.”Ripley giggled, “you’re sorry for what?”“I don’t fucking know. Everything? I was a bitch to you. I didn’t even want Cassius the way you want him. I never loved the man. It was a pride thing. And I don’t like people messing with my plans. And you messed with my plans a whole fu- shit, how does Cassius not curse around these kids?”Ripley shrugged, “he tries. It doesn’t always work. But you were saying?”“Yeah, you messed with my plans. Threw everything in the trash, actually. Kind of ruined everything we had planned, and even when I tried to fight back, somehow you still came out on top.”“Not every time. I was really miserable, and some of the things you did had a major effect on my and the girls’ lives.”I sighed, fuck… Why isn’t sorry enough? Why do I have to explain myself or whatever.“Look, I can go into a whole thing and explain my reasons. But we both know they were pre
Cassius pov“Um, so, fuck it. Do you want to come over so the girls can play with Leon?” Kennedy’s voice asked me on the other end of the phone.I should have never answered the phone when I saw her name pop up on the caller ID. We were having a relaxing day, the girls were almost ready to take a nap, which meant afternoon sex for me and Ripley while they slept.The naps could last for an hour or sometimes only twenty minutes, but it made things exciting, not knowing how much time we had to spend. And a quicky is still sex.Before I could say no, Ley took the phone from my fucking hands. Sneaky girl.“We’d love to; the girls can nap on the way over.”And now we weren’t having our afternoon sexy time? Hell to the fucking no.But Ripley had said goodbye to Kennedy and handed me back the phone. “Stop pouting, Cas. I’ll make it up to you tonight.”“You better…” I teased my fiancé.She rolled her eyes, “or what?”“Oh, you’ll see…” I winked at her with my smirk that she loved to hate.Ley ig
Malachi’s povShe looked damn good. I had imagined what Kennedy would look like when she was pregnant, but this was beyond my imagination.She looked beautiful and hot. The thought that this woman is carrying my baby is sexy as hell, but I can’t let her see it.Especially not after she disappeared for no good reason.We had talked for those two weeks. It wasn’t like she went no-contact. She just never mentioned she was out of the country.I was dealing with a lot myself, so when she said she didn’t have time for a date, I didn’t really care.Okay, that was a lie. I had grown to enjoy our dates. For someone who acts like she doesn’t care about anyone but herself, she is a very good listener. And she gives pretty good advice too, although a bit cold.But when you’re dealing with death, childcare, a wedding, and a bunch of other stuff, it’s nice to have someone who doesn’t get stressed out. She is calm, mostly because she buries everything. Which isn’t healthy at all. But that’s an issue
Kennedy“So you really don’t see anything wrong with what you did?” Malachi asked over the phone.How could I explain the need to leave for two weeks without giving much of an explanation.Should I just tell them the complete list of shit I am dealing with right now?First of fucking all, I am having a boy. Hooray! But no.Seriously…. My entire fucking life, I had known I would get a girl that would be just like me. It was already a thing to realize that I’d be having a mixed-race girl. Not because they’re not beautiful and pretty—I mean, they’re arguably more pretty—but because it means my daughter will not be a perfect copy.Yeah, now that I am saying it out loud. Or, thinking about it, I realize how crazy that sounds.So I will not be telling Malachi any of that.We found out that we’re having a boy, and his mother was there too. She’s a lovely lady, I guess. Very intimating, but I respect that in a woman. No bullshit attitude.She gave me some speech on how I should treat her son r