I'm going to spend the weekend doing the final edits on one of my books going to print March 1st, so next update might not be until Sunday.
Miles POV“Fucking ridiculous,” Ivar snarled in my head.“I agree.” I watched as Chloe and Lenny left the room, trying to hold back my irritation until she was out of earshot.“She needs more guards than just Lenny,” Mick whispered to me.Dave chose that moment to snore really loudly, and Riley had to elbow him in the gut.“We’ll go,” Riley sighed. “Come on, papa bear. Time to wake up.”“Where are we going?” Dave looked around the room with an irritable expression. There was still tension from Chloe’s outburst that I’m sure he could feel.“To babysit.”Dave grumbled, “I fucking hate kids,” but got up to follow Riley anyway.“I wanna go too!” Winnie whined, and got up to follow, but Cindy reached over and pulled him back to his chair.“You just want to see Boyd. Beau will let us know when it’s time to see him, honey.”Winnie sat with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest and slamming his feet onto the table. “Miss priss and her cranky butt gets to walk out when she wants but I can’
Estel POV “What a shit show,” I sighed as Emily, Cindy and I walked together outside. “I think it’s safe to say that their Luna hates me.” Emily giggled. “She’s just overprotective, like any mated shewolf would be with her mates. Whispering in Mick’s ear was your mistake.” I grimaced. “I wasn’t whispering in his ear. We were just talking.” “With your heads close together while she watched,” Emily smirked. “She doesn’t know you. Of course she got defensive.” “So the Alphas can’t even talk to other shewolves without their Luna’s wrath?” Cindy scoffed. “You did nothing wrong, sweetie. She just needs to get her panties out of a bunch.” “You don’t understand because you’re not mated yet,” Emily looked at him carefully, like she was trying to decipher something in her head. “You can’t really control your possessive side. Your wolf kind of takes control in those moments.” “And you just need to piss all over your loved one, and piss everyone else off in the process. I got that,” Cindy s
“This is what Alexi was talking about?!” I asked in horror, staring at the polaroid pictures Beta Desmond brought back from the hotel.After our much needed run, where our wolves could physically connect after so long, Miles, Mick and I returned to the pack house to shower and eat before going back to the meeting room at the warrior center. As soon as we walked in the pack house, the Beta asked us to meet him in my mates’ office to see what it was they found.I turned my head, my eyes taking in all the details of each photo of a photo. They were all of me in the midst of fucking someone. I cringed, knowing who had first seen those pictures.Rodger.Well, if he didn’t want to admit I was his daughter before, he sure as hell wouldn’t now. There’s evidence here of me fucking half of the men from our Broom StiXXX family.I could feel the displeasure in both of my mates. Mick wasn’t even featured in any of these. Well, he might be in some. There were several close-ups of my face, maskless.
Shame was still weighing heavy on me as we made our way up to the bedroom. I felt exposed and raw. It’s easy not to care what others think of you when you’re in a place you hate, like when I was in my first pack, or when you are living among others that have lived similarly. Being the Luna of this pack, a pack I have come to care for deeply, makes me scared of what the normal, wholesome pack members would think of me if they were to ever find pictures and videos of me from my past. How would they react? I never, ever cared about what Cameron, his parents, or his pathetic, ranked wolves thought of me. I went through the motions of being a Luna to survive, but never cared. Here, in Setting Sun Pack, I care. I care so much that it's eating me up inside. I was silent the entire walk to our room. I wanted to take a shower and get this dirty feeling off of me. “Do you still think we’re mad at you?” Mick asked, a lot more gently than his tone before. “Because if you do, that’s total bull
Boyd POVIt felt weird being back. Everything had changed so much during the time I had been away, I had expected the room I had been staying in to look different too.It didn't. It was the same as when I left it. My sheets and bedding were clean, smelling fresh, and it was clear that the omegas had been keeping up with the basic cleaning, but all my stuff was untouched. I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe for them to pack everything or throw it away in the time I had been kidnapped, but everything was here waiting for me. Just like my friends had been.Darren, Beau and Winnie took me to my room, then Darren left to be with his mates. He mumbled something about coming back later, but had a distracted look in his eyes that probably had something to do with his mates.Beau and Winnie waited for me out in the room as I showered. It took me a few minutes to muster up the nerve to get under the shower stream. I'd been waterboarded so much, it gave me anxiety to think about going direc
“Do you not like the pancakes? I can get you something else. Nonna makes really good soup. Do you want me to bring you some?”I didn’t realize I had been pushing my pancakes around on the plate, making them soggy and torn to pieces in the syrup. My plate now looked like a mess.I smiled gratefully, but shook my head as I began scooping up a fork-full of the soggy pancake disaster and shoveling it into my mouth. It still tasted good.“This is good. Sorry. I think I’m just tired.”“You should be,” Jamie said. “You just went through fucking hell. The doctors told Darren you needed to stay in bed for the rest of the day if you didn’t want to stay at the clinic for observation.”I grimaced. Staying in a sterile room with people watching me around the clock sounded horrible after what I had just escaped from.“Darren will be checking on you before we head back to the meeting to make sure you’re doing as you're told,” Beau said.“Why does it sound like Darren has some kind of authority in th
Estel POV Figs and cinnamon. I used to love the smell of figs and cinnamon. That was the smell of my childhood kitchen at the beginning of fall every year. Grandma would be preserving figs, stocking them after harvesting from the trees her mate planted when they migrated here soon after their marriage. My grandma said before coming to America, they would talk about what their dreams were for their new home. They wanted wide open spaces, where grandma could grow a big garden with every type of fruit and vegetable you could imagine. Grandpa made sure to give her her dream, planting all kinds of trees and crops, then ensuring she had a sizable garden near the house he built for her too. Unlike my father, who was a warrior in a neighboring pack, my grandpa was happy with the life of a farmer. He contributed to Setting Sun with his crops, delivering fresh produce, eggs, milk and freshly churned butter daily. My mom came of age, and started to help by doing the deliveries, and that was
“Bull snot. Give me your credit card. I’ll do a shopping spree for you too.” “I’m good.” “You’re not,” he said firmly, pushing against me until I gave in and sat in a chair not far from Boyd’s bed. The smell was making my mouth water, but at the same time, making me want to cry. I resisted looking at his face, because I knew if I did, it would bring the waterworks. “Stay. I’ll be back soon,” Winnie whispered loudly. I nodded, trying not to breathe. Winnie gave me a curious look, then said, “If you need to take a number two, the bathroom is right there.” My face flamed. Did I look constipated? “Go take your shower,” I growled in a low voice. “Yeah, yeah,” he waved me off. “Light a candle when you’re done.” Little punk. He’s feisty and abrasive, just like a cat. Ada was lifting her head, trying to see Boyd through my eyes, but I was still fighting the urge to steal a glance at his sleeping face. The fight was getting harder and harder the more his scent wafted towards me. His