Tomorrow Sebby gets his turn with Lennox, so be ready! Also, just a quick note that my updates are once day, Monday through Friday. Any deviation from that schedule will be noted in my author's notes. Don't forget to vote, like, comment, or leave a review!
WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF TORTURE IN THIS CHAPTER WESLEY POV “What makes you believe she is Selene’s daughter?” Sebastian asked Lennox. I pulled my face out of my mate’s neck to watch, tucking her so the top of her head was under my chin. Sebastian paced back and forth in front of Lennox, and Lennox moved his eyes away from Haven and me and to Sebastian. But his lips pressed together and his jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with defiance. “Don’t feel like talking yet?” Sebastian asked, kicking the leg of the chair. The movement from his foot meeting the metal rattled the whole chair, making Lennox wince and grunt. His eyes closed, but he still said nothing. “That’s fine,” Sebastian shrugged. “I’ve had plenty of time to think about what I want to do to you. Both while I was hunting you down and while my brother did his version of ‘torture’ on you,” he continued, stalking over to the tray of tools. With practiced precision, he pulled on the gloves we’d wear when using any too
HAVEN POV I was exhausted. More than exhausted. I was so fatigued, I couldn’t even think of a word to describe how tired I truly was. I wasn’t even sure of the time, although I knew it was still Sunday. Or perhaps the wee hours of Monday. But my mind kept drifting back to the enormous, incredibly comfortable bed in our room at our house. I kept thinking about sinking into its plushness. About wrapping the fluffy duvet around me as I placed my head on the feathery pillows, and about snuggling up close to my Wesley as I drifted off to sleep with his arms around me. My Wesley. My mate. He must have sensed my exhaustion, because he’d seated us on the couch in his dad’s office, instead of in the chairs across from his desk. Even Harrison sat on the arm on the far edge of the couch, a glass bottle of beer in his hand that he sipped at while we talked. Wesley explained everything to his dad, including all that Lennox had told them the first time they’d spoken with him. Tortured him. I
HAVEN POV It took far less time than I thought it would for Harrison and Emily to organize a visit to the oracles for us. One perk of them owning a private jet. A luxurious private jet that I now sat in as we flew over the continental US towards the Atlantic Ocean and Greece. We would first land in Athens, then get on a smaller plane to hop over to Santorini. And then from there, we would take a ferry to the magically concealed island that held the temple of Selene, the temple the oracles lived and worked in. I stared blankly out the window. My chin rested on my arms, and my arms rested on the back of the plush, cream-colored couch in the secluded room Wesley had claimed as “ours” for the flight. He was out in the main cabin, speaking with Nolan about details of our trip. Even with how tired I was, my brain would not stop working overtime. There were still so many questions, so many unknowns. So many things I needed more information about. The pocket door slid open, and Wesley sli
WESLEY POV Once Haven and I had straightened ourselves out after our quickie, we left the villa with Nolan and Cassandra, following them through the winding stone paths of the island towards the center. The starlight glinted off the white houses, and the scent of the blossoming bougainvillea trees mixed with the salt of the sea water and invaded my senses. It was that exact scent that had awoken that desperate, aching need in me while we were getting ready. That, and the swirling magic of the island, and the way Haven looked in that almost see through dress. I inhaled again, and caught another whiff of our mixed scents underneath the smells of the island, the scent of my cum lingering between her legs. I didn’t let her wash it off. Not with that dress she had to wear. Not with the way it hinted at what lay underneath. That scent would warn off any wandering eyes. Luckily, the dim light from the darkened sky prevented her dress from being too sheer. Had we been in the sun, I’m sure
HAVEN POV I floated through a sea of stars, almost weightless, as I descended to the ground below. The fabric of my dress swirled around me as I floated through the sky, my hand reaching out to touch the stars. I descended in solitude, but in my heart I could feel Wesley’s presence, telling me he was nearby, that I wasn’t truly alone. The grass beneath my feet as I landed was softer than any grass I’d ever felt, and greener than any I had ever seen. I spun in place, looking at the surrounding scenery. In front of where I landed was a dense forest, filled with every type of tree and plant imaginable. The colors were vibrant and true, and the air was clean and clear. Behind me was an exact copy of the temple we’d been in on the island, only bigger and covered with even more jasmine. Through the pillars and floating fabrics of the building, I could just make out a silvery pool on the other side of the temple, shimmering under the light of the stars. My feet carried me forward to the
WESLEY POV As my eyes opened back in the temple on Earth, I felt the shaking body of my mate next to me and smelled the salt of her tears as they fell from her eyes. She curled into me; her face burrowing into my chest and her arms clinging to my neck and shoulders. Her conflicted emotions flooded to me through the mate bond, and I wrapped myself around her more, pulling her naked body as close to mine as I could, protecting her from the rising sun and the cool early morning air. My hand reached for a fur blanket and pulled it over us to hide our nakedness, even though I could sense we were alone in the temple. My hand rubbed the back of her head in long, soothing strokes, down through the ends of her curls. I could feel every bittersweet emotion from her, embedding into me like shards of a broken mirror, reminding me that this was a pain I could not fix. This was a pain she would carry our whole lives together. The pain of knowing her mother loved her and watched her for her whole
WESLEY POV Before we went back inside the cells, I pulled Haven off to the side to speak with her. “I want to make sure you’re going to be okay with this. I know you handled us questioning Lennox just fine, but this is different. They were your parents. I know you weren’t close, and your relationship wasn’t great, but—” “They’re nothing to me,” she said brusquely. “They’re not my family. I know that now. I know who my family really is.” “And who is your real family?” “Jack and Shirley. Reid. Nolan. Sebby. Maya and Imogen and Maddie.” I raised my eyebrows at her expectantly. “And you, I guess,” she added with a shrug. Her lips twitched as she held in her laugh, and I pulled her body into mine by her hips, gripping them tightly as I lowered my face to hover just inches above her lips. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she whispered, “You’re more than my family. You’re my mate.” Her breath was warm and tickled my lips, and I smiled at the happiness that filled my heart at her w
HAVEN POV “I never said John was Lennox’s father,” Melissa said, her harsh laugh still ringing in my ears. It took a few seconds for my mind to catch up with my ears and for her words to make sense in my brain. I was still reeling from the revelation that she was actually Lennox’s mom. That the whole time I knew her and knew him, he was her son. I thought back over the years, over all our interactions and her interactions with him, and it all made sense. The way she treated him, the way they were always so close. And of course, how they always wanted us together, always emphasized how we’d make such a cute couple. But that didn’t answer the question of who his father was. “So then, who is his father?” King Malachi said, his voice deep and authoritative, the way it had been when he’d questioned Sarina earlier and asked Melissa about why Lennox’s father wanted us to be mates so badly. The power behind it made my bones vibrate, and every wolf in the room with us tensed every time he