Garren's POV: Roman was very happy with how open we were being with our mate, while I found it a little uncomfortable. I was telling her things I feared to tell anyone, and that was a first for me. I frowned, observing her movements carefully as she shifted on my lap. We talked and laughed happily, and then out of nowhere, she yawned and closed her eyes. As I sat still, trying my best not to disturb her, she fell asleep. "Roxanne," I called softly, trying to wake her up. I had no idea where her bedroom was, although I could easily find it. It would be rude to just go there without her permission. What if Ian or Amelia was waiting for her there? "You need to wake up," I whispered, and then tensed when she groaned softly. "Should we just find her room?" I asked Roman. "Yes," he responded. I sighed, then slowly stood up with her in my arms, walking out of the study room. I closed my eyes for a second, picking up everyone's scent. Once I had determined where her scent was coming
Kyle's POV: I walked into the living room where no one was and sat down with a low groan. After Chase had left, everyone went into their rooms. As for me, I went to the training field to blow off some steam. Once I was done, I just wanted to rest for a few minutes in silence before going to my room. That's why I was in the living room. "Love is surely a beautiful thing, don't you think?" I asked my wolf softly. "No," he answered in a disappointed tone. "You don't have to be this upset over everything," I said silently. When he didn't respond, I continued to talk to him. "I know how hard it must be for you, but she's not our mate, she's Larson's," I said sadly as he growled loudly. He hated my words, yet there was nothing he could do to change how things had turned out. When did we start having feelings for Tamara? It was when she turned fourteen. Although she was annoying at first, it was entertaining for us to watch her whine and pout whenever Felix told her no about somet
Ian's POV: "Alpha, what the hell was that?" Logan asked seriously in my office. "What?" I asked reluctantly. I couldn't believe he had the guts to mind-link me and Amelia to come into my office when he knew it was late and that we were resting. "That thing you brought into our pack," he answered. "Logan, that's not a thing, you know, right? It's him, and he is Roxanne's mate," I responded seriously. "I'm sorry, son, but I too would like to know why you have allowed him into our pack. Did you not sense that he is a vampire? Logan and I were shocked when we saw him carrying Roxanne," my mother said at the top of her voice. "I know what he is, and he is not just a vampire. He is actually a hybrid. Half lycan and half vampire," I answered as her expression instantly turned cold. "What!" Logan exclaimed. "You heard him, Logan. Garren is a hybrid who will be staying with us for the time being. He is also Roxanne's mate, so we expect your total respect towards him," Amelia answered
Garren's POV: "Aren't you exhausted?" I asked Roxanne softly, then yawned. The whole night, we chatted about our past lives and spent hours laughing and jokingly mocking each other. It was a first for me, and my desire for sex was easily overcome by my need to get to know her more. "Why should I be?" she asked back. "Because it's morning, and we didn't sleep a wink," I answered. She shifted in my embrace, then laughed softly. "I don't want to sleep," she whispered as I pulled her even closer. When a knock on the door came through, I cursed in silence, then slowly let her go and sat upright on the bed. "Roxanne," a familiar female voice called. "I'm coming," Roxanne answered and then got up and walked to the door. "Good morning, Nana," she greeted in a respectful tone once the door was opened. "Morning, child. Your father has asked me to invite you to his office," she answered. Roxanne looked at me with a frown, then back at her. "He wants to talk to me, why?" she asked as
Roxanne's POV: "This sucks," I whispered softly, then frowned deeply. "Are you still complaining about Garren being busy with his training?" Mother asked seriously, with a raised brow. Yes, I was! A week went by with him being overly busy with his so-called exercises. "It's not training, mother, it's exercises," I pointed out as she laughed. "Is that what he told you?" she asked. "Yes," I answered as she looked at me seriously. "Honey, he is definitely training," she said. A second ago, I had thought he really needed to exercise, but now that my mother had said how he was training, it became clear that he was. He usually made sure to wake up early before me to hit the training field. I thought he would return for breakfast, but he stayed there until lunch or supper. Whenever he was invited to dine with the family, he declined and went on to say how he didn't need to eat like we all did because of him being partially a vampire. Then he would go into his room, making me take hi
Garren's POV: "Forward," I instructed Kyle as he moved swiftly and hit the rolling ball with ease. "Perfect," I said loudly. He stood upright, taking a labored breath and brushed his hand through his hair. "I'm so fucking tired," he whispered softly. "You shouldn't show such weakness or speak that way when you are an Alpha," I warned seriously. He looked at me from head to toe, then took a few steps closer. "Why do you act as if we have been friends for a long time?" he asked as I smirked. "Because you are my mate's younger brother," I answered in a low tone. It's not like I didn't feel the same way. This was our eighth time training together, yet it felt like we had been doing this for a very long time. Since I came to the training field and saw him training, I couldn't help but notice how some of his moves were reckless. When I pointed it out to him, he challenged me to show him some of my perfect movements, which I gladly did. Since then, he decided to show me some of h
Angelina's POV: "Oh my, you are up early," my mother said when she entered the kitchen in her wheelchair. "Yep, I rarely oversleep," I answered, then kept quiet, thinking back on my encounter with Roxanne. Was she hot? Totally! Was she my type? Obviously. I was a full-on lesbian, or at least that's what I thought. Although I had no interest in men, that didn't mean I couldn't appreciate a good-looking one. I cared more for women because of the level of understanding we shared. Not only did they treat me like a queen, but our bond was top-level. We shared a lot of things in common and spent most of our time in peace. I felt for them hard and held on even harder. No one in my pack knew about my preference, and I was planning to keep it that way. My mother and father would not only flip, but they would force me out of the pack with their words. As much as I feared them, I just couldn't control myself. I was so scared of hurting their feelings, but at the same time, I hated pretendi
Angelina's POV: I knocked on Ian's door and patiently waited for his response. "Angelina, come in," he answered loudly. I opened the door and hesitantly walked in. He sat behind his desk, looking at his laptop. "Morning, uncle," I greeted as I closed the door behind me. "Morning, dear. Do take a seat," he responded, then closed his laptop. I moved to the couch and sat down, facing him. After my mother had told me everything and what was going on, I couldn't believe it. But then again, she could never joke or lie about something like that. Now everything became clear to me. I finally knew the reason why I was ordered to return to the pack without an actual explanation. "Uncle, I heard what is going on from my mother, but just to confirm, are you truly going to ambush the coven?" I asked. "Of course, that's why you were asked to return back home. If anything goes wrong on that side, we will have to find a healer ready in our pack," he answered. "Uncle, pardon my question, bu