“Yup, dad’s somewhere – I’m shocked he hasn’t come running yet,” mom says, dropping Jackson’s hand and fluttering her hand at him. “Rafe’s right – shower for you, and then Ariel is next. Because if your dad meets your mate covered in your blood and your scent – he’s going to flip.” Jackson, as fre
I yelp in protest then, grabbing my pillow and starting to thwap her with it, yelling disconnected words about how I didn’t even pick him, the Goddess did, and actually Jackson and dad are nothing alike, just because they’re both big – But mom just laughs hysterically and eventually I join her, dr
Mom and Luca exchange pleasantries while I work very hard to pull myself together, wondering how the hell I’m supposed to manage all of this chaos, when Jesse – of all wonderful people – comes to my rescue. He, too, skids through the door and is across the room in half a second, shoving Luca rough
Cora gasps, staring first at my mom and then at me. I blink, shocked at the…the delight in her eyes. “They’re both here!?” “What!?” my mom squeals, sitting up rigid and straight, just as I do. “Did you…did you know!?” I’m equally shocked. “Oh my god!” Cora shouts, laughing and covering her fac
“Wait, what?” I gasp, shocked. “Oh yeah,” my mom says, her own eyes going far-off as she apparently remembers this long-lost, incredibly important and interesting detail. “I forgot about that…” “You knew!?” I’m scandalized – mom and dad, they’re so perfect for each other. The idea of dad being m
“I’m going to kill your brother,” dad says, shaking his head as he looks me over, frowning at the blood all over me and narrowing his eyes as he gives me a suspicious sniff. But if he smells Jackson or Luca, he doesn’t say anything. “Go easy on Rafe, dad,” I murmur, raising a hand to run it fondly
I’m well, well aware that I’m supposed to quail under the look my father is leveling at me now – that it’s sent many big tough Alphas running for the hills. But, well, I’m my father’s daughter, aren’t I? And I am not giving in that easily. No way in hell. “I’m going back, dad,” I growl, my voi
“Let me talk to your brother,” dad growls, each word slow and distinct. “I need…more information about how the rest of the time at the Academy has been. Although, I’m going to put him through a meat grinder the moment I see him, so he’s not going to be able to get any words out.” “You can ask Jess