We're getting closer to the ending! Raise your hand if you saw that coming! Next chapter is a VERY LONG chapter but I won't be splitting it because it really needs to be one chapter. Oh, and Happy New Year! Lots of love, Allie
TARYN POV I stare at myself in the full-length mirror of our walk-in closet, smoothing my hands over the knee length pencil skirt of my off-white outfit. Butterflies swarm in my stomach, fluttering and tickling my insides, and my hands tremble, but I exhale and close my eyes, putting up my mask for the event today. A low whistle sounds from behind me, and I peek out through my lashes to meet Reid’s stare in the mirror, his blue eyes scanning over my dress and lingering on how it hugs the curves of my ass, thighs, and breasts. Heat and longing rise within me, and I turn to face him just as he reaches me. He tugs on the peplum ruffle of my top, pulling me flush against him and lowering his lips to mine for a soft kiss. “You look delectable,” he says. I laugh against his mouth. “Thanks.” “But what if you need to fight?” he asks, his hands skimming my hips and thighs. “This skirt hugs you in all the right places, but there is no way you can move properly should things end in a scuffle
REID POV As soon as we secure Merina to the chair in the cell, I turn around and leave, heading back the way we came in. King Malachi is questioning Merina, getting more details from her about her confession, and even with my distaste for torture, I’d love to watch her squirm, love to watch him get every piece of information out of her by whatever means necessary. She more than deserves it for what she did to my mate. But the ache in my soul pulls me out of the room and back towards the packhouse, back towards my distressed mate. Her pain is mine, growing stronger by the second, clawing up my insides, impossible to ignore. I shove the door to the building open and Taryn flings herself at me, heels in her hand, burying her face in my shoulder as she clings to my neck. Her tears soak my T-shirt, silent sobs wracking her body. My arms wrap around her on instinct and I turn to take her back inside, out of the cold and away from prying eyes. “I’m here,” I say, my lips right against her
TARYN POV SEVEN MONTHS LATER — JULY 21st After a grueling twenty-one hours of labor, our Sour Patch was born at home at 4:31 am on July 21st. Reid was the perfect partner and father through my entire pregnancy and birth. He brought me breakfast in bed in the mornings when I was too exhausted to get up, and he held my hair back for me on the rare occasion morning sickness hit me. He put together every piece of furniture in the nursery and the cradle that now sits in the sitting area of our room, and he held my hand and coached me through every contraction, rubbing my back and caressing my belly, sending me every ounce of love he has for me as I worked my ass off to deliver our pup. And now, he’s standing in front of the window, framed by the light from the early morning sun. He holds our sleeping daughter in his arms, his face ducked down close to hers as he tells her about Crescent Lake, and about the moon goddess, and about all the things he’s going to teach her as she grows up. I
REID POV TWO MONTHS LATER — SEPTEMBER 30th Today is a perfect day. The sun is shining, its rays warming the grounds and the lake and the garden. There is a light breeze winding and swirling its way around the forest and through the flora, carrying the scent of pine, water, flowers, and sunshine with it. There isn’t a cloud in the sky, and the air is the perfect temperature — neither too hot nor too cold. I woke up with my girl in my arms, and my other girl singing us the song of her people at the top of her little lungs, letting us know she was ready to start her day. I spent the day carrying Savvy around against my chest in her baby wrap while Taryn rested and had a spa day with Haven, Maya, and Blake. I soaked in all her gummy smiles and little coos and baby noises, only bringing her back to the house when Taryn needed to feed her. There is no broken, emotionally damaged hybrid after my mate and wreaking havoc on our lives — the crones made sure of that. Malachi extended an offe
REID POVI have three rules for dealing with females:1. No kissing2. No pack members3. No sleepovers4. No fated mate.Shit, that’s four rules. Okay, rewind. Starting over.I have four rules for dealing with females.Now, I know what you’re thinking — no kissing? How can you be intimate with a female if you don’t kiss them?Well, when I say no kissing, I don’t mean no kissing at all. I just mean no romantic kissing. No long make outs, no sensual lingering kisses. No goodbye smooches or hello smooches or “oh, baby, I missed you so much!” kisses. I kiss as needed, as the sexual situation calls for it, and that’s all. Nothing more.And there have been no complaints yet.Although, I’ll admit, that could have something to do with rule number two — no pack members.I didn’t have this rule before. Before, when I was younger and more naïve, I would totally sleep with a pack female without a second thought. But as I got older, I realized this could cause potential issues in the long run. The
REID POV“Good morning, Imogen,” Sebastian says, but his gray eyes are looking at me.And he definitely emphasized the word “morning.”“Morning!” Imogen chirps, chipper as fuck.“Did you sleep well?” he asks, this time emphasizing the word “sleep.”I glare at him, my jaw set. This mother fucker. Goading me. Poking at me. Gloating.“Fantastic, actually,” Imogen tells him, oblivious to the stare down happening between Seb and me. “Oh! Do you know what brand of mattress you use?” She jerks her thumb over her shoulder at the bed. “I asked Reid, but he’s clueless.”“I do not know,” Sebastian says, sipping his coffee.“Oh, that’s fine,” she says, waving him off and slinging her bag over her shoulder. “I’ll just ask Haven. See you later!”With that, she prances away, leaving me to face my worst nightmare by myself.“Sleepover, huh?” Sebastian says, taking another sip of his coffee.My fists clench to stop myself from smacking that steaming hot mug of coffee into his stupid, smug face. He jus
TARYN POV Evergreen trees sprinkled with snow rush by me as my feet carry me through their midst. The sharp, cold air stings my face. The scent of pine and snow and early morning sun is refreshing and invigorating, encouraging me to keep my pace as I finish this leg of my morning run. My thighs burn, but it is a good burn, a burn you only get from a solid workout, from an energizing run. I have started my day this way for years now — since the day of my first shift — and on the days I skip it, I can tell a difference in not just my physical energy, but my mental energy too. I crest over the final hill and the large, luxurious craftsman style packhouse comes into view, the sprawling lawn holding a fresh dusting of snow. I pick up my pace, the finish line of my personal race in sight, and let out a tiny “whoop!” as I reach the steps in front of the house. My steps slow, and the image fades, the virtual reality headset signaling the treadmill that the preset workout is complete. I rea
REID POV My knee bounces as I sit in Wesley’s truck parked outside of Rendezvous. It is one minute until six pm, and I should be inside already, but I am not. I grip the steering wheel, then grab my phone and send off a message to TearinItUp. Me: Running late because of the snow. Reservation is under the name Stephen. I toss the phone on the passenger seat and press my forehead into the wheel, groaning. I used my middle name for the reservation, since the entire premise of Date-to-Mate is to remain anonymous until you meet face-to-face. And because my original plan was to drive down here, sit around for a few hours, and then drive back home, so Sebastian will at least think I’ve fulfilled my end of the bet. But now that I am here, I am waffling on my plan. I can’t just stand someone up, even if it’s someone I’ve never met. I am many things — a player included — but a man who breaks his word and his promises is not one of them. And with my luck, that plan wouldn’t fool Seb, anyway.