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IsobelleI swatted the air in dismissal. “He means my eyes are watering. Not that I’d sprung an actual leak. Carry on eating your dinner,” I chuckled.Dad cringed in a silent apology.“Sorry about that," he apologized for the misunderstanding. “So, how’s life in Whitehaven, and you know, with being a werewolf and what not?”“I love it here. It is a wonderful place to live. Other than that, I’m still adapting to the whole werewolf thing. It’s not as glamorous as it’s made out to be in films,” I assured. “People are always complaining about their kids coming home from school with fleas, and ever since I shifted, I’ve molted like a German Shepard. You should see the amount of hair I have to pull out of the drain each time I take a bath.”Lynn clapped her hands with a hearty chuckle as if she felt my pain. She dabbed the corners of her eyes with the pad of her finger.I didn’t want to mention the leg hair situation, and then the bushy underarms if I skipped shaving for a day. Dare I say i
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Lucas“It’s going to be okay, baby, I’ve got you,” I murmured, holding her close to me as Alex drove us to the hospital.At least it had stopped snowing long enough for the roads to be cleared. I couldn’t tell which one of us was trembling more, Isobelle or me.Isobelle cried out with another agonizing contraction, clutching hold of her stomach as if it was going to explode.“Argh!” She buried her face against my chest, and I held her close.My brothers’ thoughts mirrored my own. All we could do was comfort her and watch helplessly from the sidelines.Our parents followed in the car behind us. Grayson must have been too dazed to think straight because he handed the keys to his beloved Porsche to Isobelle’s old man and told him he could take his car to the hospital.“That’s it, baby, keep breathing just like we learned in the Lamaze classes,” Grayson coached, mimicking the actions so that Izzy could copy them.Holy shit! I’m going to be a dad. We're all going to be fathers. It's really
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Isobelle“Easy now . . . take it slow. Here, place this into your mouth and drag in two long deep breaths,” a familiar female voice instructed me.The strange-tasting gas left a nasty metallic tinge on my tongue, but it took the sharp edge off the pain. Not by much, but it was better than nothing at all. The agony ebbed away but was replaced with gut-wrenching nausea, causing me to gag. They thrust a kidney dish out before me and I retched into it, vomiting the remnants of my Christmas dinner.“That’s a side effect of the gas and air, I’m afraid. It can make you sick,” I recognized Dr. Rayne speaking beside me.My fingers clasped the plastic nozzle of the Entonox cylinder as if it were a vital lifeline.“Don’t take it away.” I clung to it. “I need it,” I growled, prepared to fight to the death for it.“Isobelle, I need you to relax for me, sweetheart,” Dr. Rayne instructed. She inserted two fingers of her gloved hand inside my vagina and had a good old poke around. “You’re fully dilat
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IsobelleOne month later . . .Soft whimpers stirred me from my sleep — if you could even call it that. It only felt like minutes since I last got the girls settled.I cracked my eyes open; the air stung my corneas, and my head spun like I was suffering from a hangover. Exhaustion had kicked in, siphoning my energy and willpower. For the past few days, I had been running on the fumes of my sanity, thanks to a narrow window of four hourly feeds that never went according to plan. My God, those girls could eat.One feeding time rolled into the next, and before I knew it, hours had passed by. Owning one pair of tits instead of a set of udders was a tremendous disadvantage. It was a quadruplet mother’s pitfall. The only way that I could feed them all at once was to change into my wolf form, and even then, it was no easy feat. The girls could not shift and struggled to latch by themselves. It meant I had to express milk and rely on my husbands to help. Keeping up with the supply and demand
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Five years later . . .“Jasmine, Daddy said no,” Grayson spoke, his tone serious and authoritative.Jasmine gave up with a huff, then made a beeline for me. “Mommy, can we have a kitten?” she asked, trying her luck with me.I had to chew the insides of my cheeks to stop myself from laughing. “No, sweetie,” I backed Grayson up, although I felt awful about it. “Nobody is home all day, so it wouldn't be fair. Your daddies work anti-social hours, Mummy works too, and you girls are at school all day.”Jasmine scowled, then stormed off. We both strained to listen as she relayed the information back to her sisters. They talked loud enough for us to hear, purely to pull on our heartstrings.“Mom and Daddy Grayson said no,” she huffed.“They're such big meanies,” Harley muttered.“I know what to do!” I heard Allyson respond with a gasp.“If you’re going to throw eggs at Daddy Grayson’s car again, then I’m not playing,” Faith pleaded.“No, I’ve got a better idea,” Allyson replied. “Stop whining
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Eighteen years later . . .“Faith, is that my Angora sweater?” Jasmine accused, glowering at her sibling.Faith was busy fussing over the cat, Tiddles. She focused on him, pretending not to have heard her sister.“Hey!” Harley raged as she stormed into the kitchen. “Who used all my deodorant?” She shook the empty canister in her fist as evidence.“Mom! These thongs aren't mine. You put them in my drawer,” Allyson bellowed. She flung the skimpy garment across the room, where they skidded across the tabletop. The guys all recoiled from where they were sitting, enjoying breakfast, eyeing the lacy thong as if it was diseased.“Get it off the fucking table,” Lucas roared, horror-stricken.“I'm not touching it!” Grayson refused, point-blank, and I saw the whites of his eyes.The joys of parenthood.I seized it, letting it dangle from my index finger. “Who do these belong to?” I asked, holding them up for all to see.Jasmine snatched them from me with an embarrassed huff. “Those are mine. Yo
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Isobelle“Bye, Mom, we promise to call you every single day,” Faith's words came out as a rough sob as she flung her arms around my neck.I was fighting back the tears, holding back the floodgates as best as I could while my four husbands stood along our front porch with their heads bowed, their eyes trained on the weathered decking.It was uncomfortably hot. Whether we were sitting inside or outside, it made no difference at all. Summer was upon us, the birds had been fucking tweeting since the butt-crack of dawn, sweat was dripping down me like the falls of Forest Hills, making my clothes stick to my skin as if it molded them to my body. This was supposed to be one of those days when we could lounge around on deck chairs in the back garden, sipping on cold beers or a glass of prosecco. Instead, we were standing on the front porch, bowing our heads in mourning as if somebody had just died.“You better call me,” I warned, bouncing my watery gaze at each of my daughters, “or else I'll
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IsobelleThe boys busied themselves in the kitchen, preparing a banquet for five. I took the time to freshen up and changed into a full set of black bike leathers with a surprise underneath. They did a double-take as I stuffed the Union Jack helmet onto my head and gave a slow twirl."I love my kidnap-iversary present. It fits me perfectly," I told them, appreciating their humorous taste.We hadn't even left the house yet, and the row of tents forming in my husbands' pants was enough to poke someone's eyes out. The salacious grins on their faces hinted I was in for a rough-and-ready ride, and I wasn't talking about the forty-minute drive to the mountains. I glimpsed Alex and Grayson slipping suspicious items into the picnic hamper. The pacifier gag went in straight after a rolled-up bundle of black rope, along with a blindfold.Mason gave the chinstrap of my bike helmet a gentle tug to check I secured it, then sent my ovaries into overdrive with a flirtatious wink. The dragged-out moa
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