What the hell!?“Tell me.” I command.A single growl rumbling in his chest signals Jackson’s refusal.I take a different tack, pressing my ass backwards against him, arching my back a little. “Please tell me, Jackson,” I beg, my voice softer now.He goes still behind me and I smile, pleased.“Please
The gas station clerk pages languidly through the magazine he’s read a hundred times already this month, bored as hell. He sighs, lifting his head to look around the tiny room of this little desert outpost – the room that serves not only as a convenience store, but also a bar, and a tiny casino. The
The Alpha nods, grabs two, and hands them to the girl before beginning to unwrap the meat and eat it at a rather incredible pace. The clerk just…watches. Fascinated.“Oh, hey!” the Princess says into the phone after a few moments, balancing it against her shoulder as she unwraps a candy bar with bot
My heart pounds for a long moment before dad’s face shifts into a wide, happy smile.“Welcome to the family, son,” dad says, holding out a hand again towards Jacks.Jackson stares down at it for a second and I hear mom sniff next to me, working hard to hold back her tears, because she very well know
“Hello, trouble,” Cora murmurs, turning me away from the sight of her youngest child clambering over my mate like a jungle gym. “We were so worried for you!”“We were,” Roger sighs, wrapping his arms around both me and Cora at once, making me grin up at him. “But clearly we should have just chilled
“I – what?” Jackson sputters out, looking between all of us. “What beans?”“I explicitly asked you not to, Jacks!” Jesse says, appalled. “As a favor to your best friend!”“I didn’t spill any beans! I didn’t even have any beans!”“I still maintain that I am his best friend,” Rafe murmurs, looking smu
When Jackson and I come out of my room a little while later, in fresh soft clothes and all cleaned up, the party is in full swing. I laugh to see my family so heartily celebrating my homecoming, and my newly mated status, and Jackson’s addition to the family, and the end of the war.But still, my wo
“Cool!” I say, tucking my hands behind my back. “I left school for a little bit too. To like. Fight in the war and stuff.”“I know,” she says, sighing and looking away like she hates to give me a compliment. “I think it’s…really cool that you infiltrated an all-male academy and kicked the assess of