I shake my head and take it. With a quick sip, I dislodge the sour fragment. “I’m fine, thank you.” I am still looking at them like they are each a different version of mess–probably because they are. It does cross my mind, though, that there are only three of them here with me, and I don’t like th
*Tristan* I watch Rose’s expression and start to panic because that’s exactly what I think she’s starting to do. As soon as Trevor says that he doesn’t know where Eli is, her eyes go wide, and she starts breathing funny. The rest of the Alphas seem to pick up on her panic as well. “Darlin’,” Reec
Rose looks up at me pleadingly. “I promise, little flower,” I say, “that I’ll be right back. I’ll let Reece and Mark handle finding Eli, and I’ll come back here and sit with you. I’ll know just as much about what’s happening with Eli, and when the other Alphas find him, I’ll let you know as soon as
*Rose*The way Tristan is looking at me when he says, “Well, it’s just you and me now, little flower,” I know exactly what he’s thinking. He is making those amorous eyes at me, and I feel an ache begin to form between my legs as my pulse races.But then I remember I’m lugging around four kids, and a
*Kelly*Knowing that Rose is okay is a huge relief, and I’m glad that Tristan is with her keeping her safe. I can’t believe that idiot Adam can’t even manage to hold it together for a few minutes to guard a pregnant woman. I wonder what will happen when Shelby gets pregnant. He’ll lose his mind for
“I—I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” Adam says. “Miss Rose is constantly guarded.”“Well, my men saw the Alphas leaving, or at least some of them,” says Gene. “So who the fuck is guarding her now?”“Alpha Tris—” Adam stops himself mid-word, realizing the mistake he’s made.My blood boils, and it’s all I can
*Tristan* Rose is looking at me with a confused expression on her face as she puzzles over my question. “Cora?” she repeats. “Who the hell is Cora?” I nod, not surprised that she doesn’t know who I’m talking about. I didn’t know who the girl was either until a recent conversation I had with Mark.
I do my best to smash myself up against the wall, as if I will somehow blend in and become invisible. While a human probably wouldn’t be able to see me in the shadows, any wolf would be able to, I bet. Even one as old and nonsensical as Gene. I see a familiar face looking at me, wide-eyed, and then