Young love!! Should she make them wait?? Doubtful! This concludes The Alpha Twins Steal A Thief. I can't thank you enough for following along and reading, it has been an absolute joy to write these characters. I will be taking the rest of the year off but coming back in January with something new! Please follow me on Good Novel and social media so you will get alerts when the next book drops! ~Saree Bee Writer
~Hannah’s Point of View~I sigh and turn over, too hot and irritated to sleep. Just to add to my foul mood, it’s literally the hottest night of the year. So that plus the news from my father a couple hours ago, finding sleep will be impossible. The brilliant full moon shines through my window, giving the faintest bit of light and the reminder that I’m still without my wolf. She should have come by now.When I hear someone moving in my room, I sit up and prepare to scold my little brothers for being out so late even though I’m certain it wasn’t their choice. They have slept with me their entire lives, but lately our father has been giving them “tasks” that sometimes extend way past bedtime. It pisses me off to no end, I want them to stay little boys much longer, but it's a losing battle. I open my mouth to scold them but it's not the hand of a ten year old boy that touches me. I freeze instantly, realizing the hand is far too large, coarse and heavy. “Sweet Hannah…” I hear, barely a
~Hannah’s Point of View~ ~The Next Evening~ “Why did you push it up, what’s in it for you? You always said it would be when I turned 18 or if my wolf came,” I whisper, glaring at my father as the dressmaker pulls at my gown. He waves me off, apparently I’m not even worth an explanation. I don’t need one, I already know the answer. Money. He was promised money. It’s literally the only language my drunk and gambling addicted father understands. “What does it matter? Today, next year, whatever. He won’t wait much longer and I don’t want to either. If you had your damn wolf you could fully mate and we wouldn’t have to have a stupid wedding as a promise. They’ll only fulfill half the bargain until you’re properly mate,” he snarls, as he takes a flask out of his pocket. The stench of cheap whiskey on his breath makes my stomach lurch. I seethe when he turns his back to me, my blood boiling as my brain immediately flashes ten different ways I could kill him in this moment. But I know
~Hannah’s Point of View~I rub the sleep from my eyes and try to sit up but my entire being aches, stings and absolutely protests. I reach to my forehead and feel the throbbing there. I go to move my other arm and realize it’s in a contraption, preventing me from moving it. There are bandages on my face and arms.Blinking fast several times, I take in a mostly plain room. Nothing on the walls, not much furniture other than my bed and a tray with a cup on my nightstand. Then a dresser on the far wall. I reach for the cup on instinct and greedily gulp down the cool water. I could literally be anywhere though I doubt I’m with my father. He wouldn’t have even bothered to try and fix me up.“Challenges force us to show what we’re made of.” My father’s voice is literally always in my mind, always pushing me. For better or for worse.I take a quick minute to try and remember what happened. When I close my eyes, all I see is my brothers running away. My eyes pop open and I gasp, my body jerk
~Rafe’s Point of View~ My wolf paces in my head, forcing me to stare at the beautiful female. No matter how much I’ve told him no for two days, he insists I stay close to her. Suddenly our girlfriend isn’t good enough, he can’t be bothered with her. We’ve been in love with Cassandra for years, and there’s no ignoring that. There’s no tossing it aside for some damn rogue. When she gets her wolf soon, we’ll mate and pop out pups. That’s always been the plan. But now there’s this… Bomb that’s gone off in my face. It’s a distraction I don’t need, but one I can’t just forget. The entire room smells like her: wildflowers. Fresh and clean like the breeze on a nice summer day. Like I stepped into a damn field of them and never want to find my way out. I first caught wind of her scent during the raid, and it clouded my head in a way I’d never felt. When I saw my Beta damn near ready to rip her throat out, I could have killed him. I nearly did. But we didn’t know why Harrison and his family
~Hannah’s Point of View~ “It’s fine, I’ve had worse,” I whisper, not sure if I’m humiliated or not. I don’t care what this Rafe person thinks of me. He thinks enough of himself clearly. Once I can get away and into the woods, I’ll be fine and never have to see him again. “From him,” he shouts, his fist pounding on the table. I wouldn’t say that I hate many things exactly, but I do hate pity. It’s probably a rogue thing but I never want anyone to think I’m not fully capable of taking care of myself. Though everything with my father is different. I’m vulnerable to him, I do care what he thinks. Even now, I hate that I do. Though nothing that happened was my fault I still feel the disappointment in him and it’s heavy on my heart. “What do you care? It’s your fault Harrison is dead,” I say, balling up and turning away. Tears stream down my face and I’m unable to stop them. The weak die, the strong survive. I know without a doubt as long as my father lives he’ll get out of here. He’s
~Rafe’s Point of View~ “What the fuck do you mean he’s gone,” my father shouts, practically rattling the dungeon walls. “I don’t know how it’s possible Alpha, I came in to give him breakfast and he was gone,” the keeper says, his voice quivering. He should be scared. He and his entire crew will be interrogated and tortured for this! I kick the shirt left on the ground, then scoop it up and begin to rip it to shreds. “Give this to all our best trackers at once! Find this bastard,” I shout, handing the cloth to the keeper. “Parker has just returned this morning, he’ll want to be in on the search,” Billy, the guard replies. I growl at the idea of my brother being the hero in this. But we need all paws pounding the dirt here and I’m not going out. I’ve just been gone for a week to do the raid. “I want some damn answers,” my father continues to roar. I rub my face and turn away since I’m too pissed off and need air. I head out of the dungeon and step outside where people are doing
~Hannah’s Point of View~ “Let’s hurry up and get dinner! The males here are all pigs and if you don’t get there early you’re stuck with whatever is left. The full moon is the only good time to eat, they’re all out hunting and eating on four legs, hoping to woo a female or some nonsense,” Scarlett giggles, pulling my hand. I groan at the thought of eating in a large mess hall in front of so many. When I visited Harrison’s pack years ago it was how they ate and I can’t imagine Nightwind is any different. I’ve been able to get away with eating supper in my room the last few nights. But I’m starting to heal and be more mobile so today Scarlett has been dragging me all over the place. My lungs have appreciated the fresh air though, I can’t deny that. She also dresses me up in ridiculous clothes that make me feel silly. It’s impossible to be in her bedroom and see all her nice things. Everything just screams money to me. Her jewelry, her clothes, her shoes. I’d be able to make so much fr
~Parker’s Point of View~ *What exactly is happening right now, are we high or something,* my wolf Crush asks. As I walk with Hannah curled into me, the bare skin of her arm against mine, I’m not sure what the hell is happening. But I know that her scent is beyond intoxicating and being away from her for two days was torture. How the hell I could feel so strongly about someone I don’t even know, I can’t understand … but I’m not going to question it. Not after the year I’ve had. As I move with this mysterious female, I feel an odd sense of calm fall over me. It’s crazy weird because I’m not normally affectionate with females, especially in public. But nearly a year celebate… Goddess help me as I walk with this perfectly curved beauty … my body demands her proximity. I must have passed a dozen single females on my way into the dining hall, yet my wolf didn’t even spare them a glance. “How do I know your claws aren’t the sharpest,” she asks, once we’re outside. I pause for a second
~Epilogue~ ~Three Years Later~ ~Scarlett’s Point of View~ I look down at the fur sprouted on my hand and gasp. I’d been feeling a weird tingle in my brain for the last two days, and I absolutely knew what that meant. But to see it finally happening, to have it be real… “Are you there,” I whisper, as I continue to stare at my skin. I’m suddenly hotter than I’ve ever felt, it’s truly unnatural. Literally all I want is to tear this dress off and shave my head if it’ll help cool me off. Since I’m alone in my room I decide I could care less, and I strip since I don’t want my dress to get shredded anyhow. Everyone is at a picnic down by the pond, and though I’m sure the twins are wondering where I went, but something told me it was best to be alone. The sun is setting, and too soon the full moon will be showing itself. This is absolutely the moment every girl dreams of, getting her best friend for life. *Hmm, what’s that smell,* I hear, making me gasp. I practically shoot off the bed
~Frederick’s Point of View~ She could very well be a trap. An attempt to lure me away. My senses tell me the heartbeat is steady, not nervous or anxious. It’s not moving either. I instantly know she’s studying me. “I mean you no harm,” I whisper, though I know she’d hear it. My body relaxes slightly, of course not picking up much of a threat. Though I’ve been fooled by females before. Considering I’m still on the property of the Rhodes clan, I absolutely shouldn’t let my guard down. For whatever reason, I kneel. I don’t know another way to tell her that she can come to me. It’s barely a minute before I hear some movement and when I catch sight of her, maybe a quarter mile away, I simply can’t look anywhere else. Her scent is stronger now but it’s bogged down with grime, dirt. Probably nowhere for her to bathe out here. It took many decades to be able to get my lycan eyes to work as I needed. To be able to see at night and focus. Lycans use their hearing and their nose for most th
~Frederick’s Point of View~ I sigh, looking down at the gas meter, it’s nearly at the end. When I see a service station up ahead with a diner, I decide to finally stop. My lycan can run for hours and refuel from eating, but driving is so different. It’s barely been five hours and I’m exhausted. *Yeah well, I like food,* my wolf, Xavier says, with a yawn. I can only smile, still having to get used to the other voice in my head though he’s been with me awhile now. Once I’m seated in the diner and looking at the menu, I nearly ask myself what the hell I’m doing. Is this really just a fool’s errand I’m on? An excuse to get away for a bit? Maybe both. *I don’t fully get it, but I haven’t seen anywhere outside of the pack so I say a little trip is a good thing,* my wolf replies. “What can I get you hun,” I hear, as I turn to look at the waitress. Even seated I’m still nearly as tall as she is standing. “Coffee, black and the special please. Very rare on the burger,” I say, putting th
~Six Months Later~ ~Rafe’s Point of View~ “That’s it baby, it’s almost time to push,” I say, reaching to brush some stray hairs off of Hannah’s sweaty face. She straight up growls at me, but I only offer a smile. The labor has lasted several hours, which Jane says isn’t uncommon for lycans. Everything is on their time, when they’re ready. Shifters usually pop babies out within an hour or so of their water breaking. But this is all new to me. While we know it’s only one baby, we don’t know the gender. We were tempted to visit another pack that has an ultrasound machine but decided it was better to be surprised. After raising two boys though, I know my mate wants a little girl to love on. *It’s a girl, I feel it,* Cruz boasts. When I see Parker come in with a video camera, I quickly motion to cut it. Now is hardly the time! But Parker does what he wants, and this won’t be any exception. As if it happens in slow motion I watch Jane palm the front of the camera and pitch it in a cor
~Parker’s Point of View~ I grab Hannah and hold her, gently rubbing her back. I mind-link our sage to bring something to settle her belly, though I know it's the stench of death making her sick and not our baby. I watch in horror as the guys pull out jars with brains, hearts and who knows what. All parts of lycans. There are notebooks and charts. They were studying them. Not too surprising but, gross no less. A growl breaks out and Hannah’s head jerks up to see where the noise came from. We both see Frederick studying a large jar and then suddenly, he’s off and running with it. Hannah’s eyes meet mine. “I’ll mind-link mom to check on him. Maybe it was a scent he recognized. Goddess, his people have been gone for so long. Could they really have something that old,” she questions. I shake my head, unsure. “You have a wolf now, we personally saw the Goddess and her parents. Shit… anything is possible,” I say. I nearly also mention that I’ve cheated death many times in the last cou
~Later That Month~ ~Hannah’s Point of View~ I make a face and stare at my hand, then shake it and throw it like I’m Spiderman trying to make a web. At long last, the full moon has arrived. And not that I haven’t wanted to believe the Goddess, I definitely have. I mean she’s already been huge with the mind-linking thing. It’s literally been invaluable, more than I could have ever imagined. “And you’re totally sure the shift won’t hurt the baby,” Parker asked Jake, for the fifth time. Getting annoyed, I fall into a camping chair. “I know it seems like it would hurt the baby, but shifting for she-wolves is perfectly safe for the first three months. The last two months it’s better to err on the side of caution and the wolf understands that,” Jake says. They keep talking but it fades out. A lull practically pings in the back of my mind like someone is trying to mind-link me. Someone who doesn’t normally. If it’s a signal my body is familiar with, it comes right through. I wait a mi
~Hannah’s Point of View~ “Loyalty amongst rogues. What a joke,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Well this guy was enough of a figurehead, a powerful force that all these people followed him. Or were that afraid of him,” Frederick says. A shriek behind the truck has us both jumping and I don’t even realize my body’s own ability to move with such ease but suddenly I’m standing back on the ground. One of the new females is on her knees, holding Oscar and Oliver like they’re… like they’re… “Ohh! My babies, he said he killed you!! He said you were gone,” she sobs, practically wailing into the night. Oscar pats her head like she’s a cat, unsure what to think. Oliver looks at me almost like he’s … asking for permission? Confirmation? While I am the only mother they’ve ever known, they’ve never called me that word. Of course I’d want them to know their real mother if in fact this female is that person. I fall to my knees next to the trio and draw a deep breath. The boys have never really
~Hannah’s Point of View~ There had been really no talk of me actually becoming Luna of Nightwind… I guess I’m just supposed to know there’s no question it is a fact. It is happening. Not that I’m sure what good a chat would do, my mind won’t wrap around it. I have zero clue what I’m supposed to say or do. If there are specific things expected of me. I want to say that surely the pack will cut me some slack. They know I have no idea what I’m doing, they know I’m not part of this world. But I know better. I haven’t forgotten the stares that made me walk taller, the whispers that made me hold my chin up. Still, as Scarlett holds my hand and walks me toward the front, with literally all eyes on me… I’m close to panicking. I don’t feel the same strength now. Running seems to be what my mind knows, it’s my fall back… My fail safe. Run, hide. Escape the threat. Which is at odds with my lycan half that only wants to run toward a threat because it feels that it’s the absolute best weapon
~Rafe’s Point of View~ “You can’t think about it like that babe, that’s not at all what being a Luna is even if it might be what my mom made it into,” I whine, stroking my thumbs over the tops of Hannah’s hands. My sexy mate practically stares daggers at me. Her feistiness will literally always be something I treasure. Parker and I both need a female that’ll push back on us and everyone else too. She huffs and pulls her hands away, then stuffs them into her hair. “Nobody is any better than me. I don’t need some title,” she snaps, between moving her fingers in a way I couldn’t even imagine. I’d never really watched a female braid their hair before but it seems impossible. Yet she does it like it's as easy as breathing. I move to her back and kiss her bare shoulder. “Well… I’m biased,” I whisper, between kisses. I practically feel her skin warm with my touch and of course, I’m instantly hard. Not only is she just sitting in her bra and panties, but she’s just showered and smells