Unknown “Are you done? Because right now, you are acting like a child, not like the man I have grown to know. So what if you were seen.” I pour myself another glass of wine. Watching Jenson fidget. If he was always like this, I could see why his brother grew tired of him. I could put up with it f
“Is that who you thought about when you fucked me last night?” I muse, unfastening a shirt button. “Why would I need her when I have you?” He growls His lips meet my jaw and he makes quick work on my remaining buttons, ripping open my shirt. “You are decisive. You know what you want.” He whispers
Neah “My Daddy said that you are not like me.” Dorothy mutters with her face scrunched up as she doodles. Damien was back and was currently in the office with Dane. Raven had come to find us but was now moving back and forth, chewing on a hang nail. I eye her suspiciously, while Dorothy keeps ask
There’s silence and my guess is that Damien is shaking his head. There are only a few things that Jenson actually cares about. One, his position in the pack. Two, getting laid. Three, stirring up crap when he doesn’t need to. And finally four, his sister. How they were so different was beyond me.
Six months later Neah My eyes flicker to the clock as cries echo through the bedroom. Nudging Dane, he doesn’t budge. He is out cold on the bed and doesn’t stir even when the twins' cries grow. Dragging myself from the bed, I creep towards their cribs. I don’t even know why I’m creeping at this p
I grab the changing bag and launch it at Damien. Charging past him, I race out of the bedroom and down the stairs, coming to a complete stop on the bottom step. There in the doorway was someone who looked exactly like me, except the eyes. Her eyes are brown. She smiles and shoves her hand out as Da
Blair He was a fucking asshole. Not once did he mention that she had the ability to control her shift. Nor did he tell me that she had been bound, more than once. I was furious as I watched thick claws grow from the tips of her fingers. Her eyes change from the soft blue Jenson had described to pur
By the time I get inside, Jenson had already poured me a glass of wine. I kick off the damn trainers. The arches of my feet are killing me from the flat footwear. Give me heels any day. I settle on the sofa as he pours himself a whisky. “Everything. I don’t care if we are up all night. I need to h