These two are literal fire! Please note, today marks my (hopefully!) last day of work for the school year. I will be on summer break starting tomorrow. My updates should still be Monday-Friday, but the time they are posted may vary as I enjoy my 10 weeks off and work on projects around my house and continue school with my kids (they are homeschooled so they don't get breaks muahaha). If I need to adjust my schedule, I will let you know in a note!
HAVEN POV As we basked in the afterglow of our make-up sex, Wesley continued to caress my bare skin, and kiss my shoulder and neck and chest, all while murmuring sweet nothings to me. His lips traveled over my skin in a lazy trail, leaving behind little tingles and sparks wherever they went. As he did this, he slowly and gently removed his softening penis from me, then settled me back on his lap while he adjusted his position on the floor of the room. I couldn’t imagine the floor was very comfortable to sit on, but I was too caught up in my post-coital haze to mention it to him. I knew he would move us somewhere else if he really wanted to. “I really am sorry,” he said, lifting his head to look at me. His fingers played with the ends of my curls, twirling them and untwirling them. “I know,” I reassured him. “I’m sorry too.” He pursed his lips together and looked down. “But I shouldn’t have ignored you. After everything — everything you’ve been through, everything you told me — I s
WESLEY POV I fell asleep on Saturday night with Haven in my arms and woke up Sunday to an empty bed. As soon as I realized Haven was no longer in our bed, I jumped up and out of it, my eyes already scanning the vacant room. My lycan growled and my heart leapt into my throat and I gripped my hair in my hands as I tried to catch my breath. Had it all been a dream? Her coming back and accepting me, us making love in front of the mirrors; her letting me provide a meal for her for the first time as my mate — had I just imagined it all? I yanked the bathroom door open, looking inside to see if she was in the shower or getting ready, but the lights were off and the room was empty. I darted to the walk-in closet, but again, the lights were off and the room was empty. “Fuck!” I muttered under my breath, sinking down onto the small ottoman in the middle of my closet, putting my head in my hands. The whimpering in my mind from my Lycan did nothing to temper the flare of distress in my body.
HAVEN POV “And I have the results,” I heard Dr. Russo’s voice say through Wesley’s phone. The volume was just loud enough that I could hear most of what he had said to Wesley, but not everything. Enough to hear that he’d already run whatever special test they had to detect supernatural blood and to know that he already knew the answer. Which I was sure was going to be “she’s just human.” Wesley’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the counter, and his head whipped towards me. Our eyes met, and through the bond, I could feel his anticipation. I gave him a weak smile, then turned back to the stove to shut off the burners since I had finished plating our food. I pressed my lips together and shut my eyes as he said, “Hold on, let me put you on speaker.” My throat tightened and my hands mimicked Wesley’s as I gripped the counter in front of me. I waited, and focused on anything other than how worried I was about his answer. I didn’t want Wesley to feel it, to know. But I
HAVEN POV Wesley stomped to the front door, and I picked up my blanket and my backpack and took them back into our bedroom with me. Even though Wesley’s shirt provided more than enough coverage, I still felt awkward talking to his dad while wearing nothing else. Especially since we’d only met one time. I slipped on a pair of the pajama pants Wesley had grabbed for me that belonged to Maddie, then I made my way back into the kitchen. I found Harrison sitting at the counter on a barstool, and Wesley washing dishes at the sink, avoiding his dad’s gaze. Annoyance rolled off of Wesley in waves, filling the room with tension as thick and as sticky as tar. My head swiveled back and forth between the two of them, observing the similarities in their body language and the way they wouldn’t look at each other and the fact that neither wanted to be the first to speak. I had to hold in my laugh, because even though I found it amusing, I knew my laughter would only have a negative effect on the s
HAVEN POV Wesley and I both changed our clothes, and after that, he walked with me to the packhouse, where he dropped me off with a kiss that promised more to come later. “I love you, Sugar Plum,” he said, his hands gently cradling my face. “Have Nolan mindlink me if you need anything.” “I’ll be fine, Wes,” I smiled. He kissed me one last time, and I said, “I love you too,” before he turned and made his way to do his laps. The cool autumn air sent a small chill over my body as the warmth of his body moved away from me. I rubbed my arms and turned around to see Nolan standing on the porch waiting for me. “Morning Nolan,” I said as I climbed the porch steps of the packhouse. “Morning Luna. I mean Haven,” he said, shaking his head. “Sorry, it’s an instinct for us to use titles,” he told me, rubbing the top of his buzzed hair. “it’s all right,” I said. “I’m not upset.” “So, how did Wes do on his groveling?” Nolan asked as he opened the door for me. I smiled. “He did okay, I guess,
HAVEN POV “Haven! Oh my goodness, you’re all right! I was so worried.” A head of blonde hair raced towards me down the hall as I exited the office with Nolan and Reid right behind me. Imogen’s body slammed into mine and she hugged me tightly. “Imogen? What are you doing here?” I asked, my eyes widening as I returned her hug. Maya came down the hall as well, and I smiled at her over Imogen’s shoulder. “That girl Sarina drove us here the other night after you were attacked and Sebastian brought you here,” she said. “Are you okay?” she asked as she pulled back to look at me. “I’m okay, I guess. Yeah.” I shrugged. “How’d you heal so quickly?” Imogen looked around at Nolan and Reid, and then at Maya. “Are you… are you one of them too?” “She knows?” I asked, glancing at Nolan. “I saw him as a wolf,” she said, pointing at Nolan, “and then Ramon kindly explained everything to me when I panicked, thinking Nolan was the one who bit you.” “She had to sign a contract spelled by a witch to
WESLEY POV I spent almost a whole day running laps around the training yard, stopping only to get drinks of water or take a piss. My dad finally told me I could stop just before sunset, so I made my way back to our house. Our house. I loved saying that. Thinking that. Knowing that I would make that a home with her. My Lycan agreed with me, his tail wagging and his tongue hanging out at the thought of our mate waiting for us at home. Her scent greeted me as I mounted the steps of the porch, and I paused with my hand on the doorknob. There was so much still going on, so much up in the air in our lives, but I took the time to savor the moment. To absorb the feeling of knowing I was coming home to my mate for the first time. I opened the door, and her scent hit me heavier than before, as sweet as ever. The way it mixed with mine and swirled into every nook and cranny of the house filled me with pride, but also gave me a sense of comfort. Especially knowing it would only grow stronger
WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF TORTURE IN THIS CHAPTER WESLEY POV I burst into the cells only minutes after I got Seb’s mindlink. As soon as he ended it, I threw on a shirt and then took Haven to the packhouse. I didn’t bother showering or washing her scent off me. Even though Lennox would be dosed with wolfsbane and cuffed in silver, my Lycan wanted Haven’s scent on us so everyone would know she was ours. “Where did you find him?” I asked Sebastian as I walked into our side of the interrogation room. “The dumbass went to Haven and Maya’s apartment. I’m not sure what made him think that was a wise decision, but it made it easy for us to find him, so I’m not going to complain,” Sebastian told me. Levi stood beside him, and he cracked his neck. “He gave us a good chase for a bit there, but he doesn’t know this terrain and territory like we do.” “Right,” I said, glancing at him through the one-way window. “What happened to his face?” I asked. Black and blue bruising covered his pa