3rd Person“It can’t be locked!” Riley insisted. “We just got ins!”“Maybe it locked aut-auto… you knows, on its own.” Paisley guessed, unable to navigate her tongue around the big word.“Maybe,” Riley agreed. “But eithers way, we’re definitely moving.” The trunk was rocking back and forth, and they could hear footsteps outside.“I thinks we’re being carried?” Paisley whispered nervously.“Do you thinks the boys are moving too?” Riley wondered.“I dunno.” Paisley frowned, distracted when the trunk stilled with a sudden jolt, and a strange rumbling filled the air. “Wha’s that noise?”Riley leaned up to the keyhole in the wooden siding, trying to peer through. “I sees the other trunk!” She shared excitedly. “But we’re not in the street anymore.”Even as she spoke, they jerked forward again, banging their slight shoulders into the walls of their wooden enclosures. “Where are we then?” Paisley whimpered.“You’re not going to like it.” Riley told her, gazing around the dimly lit space outs
JaneI can’t lose them. I can’t.When was the last time I held them? Kissed them? What were the last words I said to them? Do they know how close I am? Do they know how hard I’m trying to rescue them? I would give anything to have them safely home. I would gladly trade my own life for theirs, though I hope it won’t come to that. The pain comes and goes in waves, which is something of a blessing. Just when it becomes so overwhelming that I think it will crush me completely, it ebbs away, replaced with a yawning emptiness that leaves me hollow but not miserable.We took action immediately when we learned about the pups new destination, but I fear it won’t be enough. We left Sophie and her brother with Thomas and Mary, and jumped in the car, only stopping for petrol . My eyes are so sore from searching the road and surrounding forests, but that’s about to be the least of my problems.“I think I’m going to be sick.” I choke, looking around the car. We’re speeding down the King’s Highway,
3rd PersonIf only Jane and Ethan had continue driving that fateful night, they might have discovered that the theater troupe and their pups were only a mile ahead, pulled over on the side of the road to investigate the strange sounds coming from the pair of costume trunks in the main caravan.The troupe leaders had first noticed the sounds of whimpering just as the sun set, and upon closer investigation, heard a tiny voice whisper, “I can’ hold it! I’m gonna burst!”“I think we might have picked up some stowaways.” The director murmured to his costume mistress.“Oh dear!” She exclaimed, “Surely not.” Even as she spoke, she fumbled for the key to the trunk in question. She slid it into the lock and quickly unlatched the trunk. The lid swung open, and revealed a pair of little boys, both unbearably cute but covered in dirt and grime. They had huge, fear-filled eyes, and were trembling as they stared up at the unfamiliar grown ups.“Oh my word!” The costume mistress cried. “You poor dar
JaneEthan walks into our hotel room, frowning deeply. If he notices that I’m brushing my teeth for the second time in as many hours, he gives no indication. I’ve been sick again, even though I initially felt better after we stopped. We booked two rooms after we arrived, and we’ve been taking turns using the hotel’s landline to try and call the theater troupe. I’m beginning to worry that they’ve also stopped somewhere in this area, and therefore don’t have any cell service themselves – because so far we haven’t had any luck.I can tell by Ethan’s face that nothing has changed. He must have come upstairs because Linda took over calling the theater. “No luck?” I guess. I’m beginning to think I must have done something truly horrible in a past life, for us to be punished this way. While I fret about karma and lament our dreadful near misses, I can tell Ethan is trying to keep up a strong front. Even now he looks up at me and wipes the somber expression from his face, trying to look hopef
EthanBefore my eyes, my strong, feisty Jane is suddenly transformed into a needy Omega. Her inner wolf instantly responds to the dominance of my own, and her instincts to give chase take over. She slips out of my arms, backing away with a flush of anticipation, excitement, and just a little fear. “Why? Am I in trouble?” She asks, her little tongue darting out to wet her lips.The sound of her pounding heart and tremulous voice sends my prey drive into high gear, and the sight of her pink tongue makes me hard as a rock. “I think it’s safe to say you’ve bitten off more than you can chew,” I state, prowling towards her, “but that’s an interesting choice of words. I never did give you any consequences for stowing away on the ship.”“Consequences?” Jane squeaks, her eyes going wide.“That’s right.” I flash my fangs, and the scent of her arousal slams into me. I breathe in the sweet aroma with relish – it makes me want to take her now, hard and fast. But I want to make this last, I want to
JaneDon’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. A month ago I never would have dreamed of telling Ethan I love him, and we’ve been stuck in a holding pattern ever since the pups were taken – so why am I so tempted to say it now?Do I truly feel it? Do I love Ethan? Is it just the impulse to return the sentiment out of politeness? Does he truly mean it, or is simply the afterglow of sex? Is that why I feel so inclined to say those dangerous words?I don’t know what to do – my feelings aren’t even the problem, it’s what admitting them would mean. If I tell Ethan I love him now, there will never be any going back. He’s already determined not to let me go, and saying “I love you” would be like a green light waving him forward. I try to get hold of myself, to drown out the encouragement of my inner wolf.It was just the sex. I insist in my head. I’m still coming down from the stratospheric high of Ethan’s lovemaking. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed it, needed Ethan to take control: to
JaneI don’t know how it happened, but suddenly I’m crying.I’m sprawled out on Ethan’s chest, hot tears sliding down my cheeks. His brow furrows with concern, and he takes my face in his hands, searching my eyes for answers. “Sweetheart, what is it? Was I too rough with you?”I shake my head, not feeling up to speaking at this particular moment. Ethan relaxes slightly, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away my tears. “Then what’s wrong?”Doesn’t he know what he’s doing to me? Doesn’t he realize how powerful those words are? What they mean to me? Does he even remember that first time? How difficult it was for me to tell him even before I’d had my heart smashed to pieces?Before I can reply the door swings open, and I hear Linda’s shocked voice break the tension-laden air, “Oh my Goddess! Why didn’t you two lock the door.”I whip my head in her direction, hearing Ethan hiss with annoyance when I take my eyes from him. “We assumed anyone entering a bedroom would knock.” I tease my fr
3rd Person“Are we really gonna see Mommy and Daddy?” Paisley whispered excitedly. The pups were hesitant to believe any good news after everything they’d been through, but their walls were down after so much trauma, and the costume mistress had taken their worries very seriously. She promised to take them back and not to trust anyone but their parents.“They says they’re taking us back!” Riley exclaimed, bouncing up and down where she sat. “I can’ waits, I’m gonna hug Mommy and Daddy so tightly I’ll never ever, ever lets go.”“What if Fabian finds us first?” Parker worried aloud. “What if it’s too cloudy to see thems again?”“Don’ be so gwumpy.” Ryder scolded. “If you thinks like that, you’ll jinx us.”“How long ‘afore we get there?” Paisley asked the costume mistress when she returned from the caravan’s kitchen unit with a jug of hot water and a few wash cloths.“It will be a few hours.” She tells them kindly, “And I’m sure your Mommy and Daddy would prefer to have nice clean pups r
JaneFour Months LaterEthan ushers the pups into my hospital room with a finger pressed to his lips. “Quietly now, Mommy’s very tired.”I’d gone into labor in the early hours of the morning, and the experience couldn’t have been more different than it had been with the quadruplets. Instead of suffering through the first contractions alone and afraid, I’d had my mate by my side, rubbing my back and crooning sympathetically as I gritted my teeth against the pain. After a few hours of pacing and fruitlessly trying to find a comfortable position, my water broke and we left for the hospital, leaving the pups with a sitter.I made it through fifteen hours of labor before caving and asking for an epidural, taking Ethan’s encouragement to save my strength for pushing when the time came. He never left my side the entire time, only stepping out of the room a couple of times to check in on the pups at my request. I couldn’t have asked for a better birthing partner – he lavished me with praise a
JaneWhen Ethan and I arrive back at the penthouse we find Devon and Nina sitting on the sofa while the pups zoom around the living room in front of them. Devon has an arm slung over Nina’s shoulder, which surprises me, but I can’t focus on them because the moment we walk through the door four little bodies come hurtling at our legs. “Mommy! Daddy!” The pups cry excitedly.Parker is the tallest and fastest, so he reaches us first, leaping up into Ethan’s waiting arms while I intercept Riley, whose small size lets her bound weightlessly across the room. “Hello my love puddles.” I greet them happily, kneeling so I can also hug Ryder, while Ethan effortlessly scoops up Paisley, even though his arms are already full with her brother. “What have you been up to? Were you good for Devon and Nina?” I ask, marveling at Ethan’s strength despite his recent recovery.“We were sooo good.” Riley confirms. “Nina was sad so we cuddled her.”“And then Devon told us we could get ice cream if we promi
JaneWhen I open my eyes, Ethan and I are still in the thermal pool. I can feel the water lapping and bubbling around me, but he’s no longer inside me, and when I look up it’s to find his dark gaze watching me intently. Gradually I realize he’s moved to the shallow end of the spring so he can sit on the submerged ledge and hold me in his lap. He rests one hand on my round belly, and our baby flutters inside me as if the tiny bean knows its father is near.“How long was I out?” I inquire softly, stretching and reveling in the delicious ache of my muscles. I’m filled with the lazy contentment of a well-loved mate, utterly drugged with pleasure that is only deepened by the sting of my claiming mark. I can feel the evidence of Ethan’s dominance in the swollen flesh between my legs, the bite marks on my breasts and faint bruises on my back and thighs. And right now I can’t imagine anything better than this… exc
3rd PersonNina’s heart sunk as she watched Ethan and Jane race out the door as their wolves, and she stepped forward to close the door out of mere reflex. When the panel clicked shut she found herself staring blankly at the dark wood, momentarily frozen in time. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t feel, she could only stand there and exist as this latest slight reverberated through her body.Only the sound of a small voice saying her name woke her from her miserable reverie, “Nina?”Slowly, as if in a trance, she turned. Blinking, her expression detached, she saw the pups watching her. Tiny feet padded over the floor in a miniature stampede, and then the four children were gathered around her, looking up at her with wrinkled brows. “Hmm?” She finally responded, unsure if they’d asked her a question or simply stopped at her name.“Are you okay?” Paisley inquired softly, genuine concern in h
Jane“Not want you?” Ethan snarls furiously, seeming angrier about that suggestion than my words about Devon. “Not want you? That has never been the problem!”His hands are so fierce on my body, and I can see a wild sort of desperation in his handsome features. His eyes are glowing and his fangs extended – I know his wolf is right on the edge.“Then show me.” I demand. Sliding my hand down between our flush bodies. “Let me feel your desire, Ethan.”“Why are you doing this?” He groans, burying his head in my neck.“Because you’re punishing yourself for something that isn’t your fault.” I murmur in reply, my lips brushing against his ear as I speak. “And it’s gone on long enough.”“But it is my fault, Janey. Everything I do backfires, every time I try to do the right thing for you, I fuck up.” He confesses, sounding so vulnerable I ache.“Then maybe you should stop trying to figure out the answer for me, and start working with me. Ask me what I want and give it to me, don’t try to do it
JaneEthan and I run through the quiet streets of the city as our wolves, not minding one bit that we’re on pavement and not in the forest. We bound around shopkeepers and early morning commuters without a care in the world, oblivious to the curious looks we’re drawing.I’ve always preferred running at night, but I couldn’t ask for a better opportunity to convince Ethan to stop being so stubborn. When I saw him in his wolf form with our pups climbing all over him this morning, pure joy washed over me. I might not have known how Ethan has been
Ethan“You’re letting them stay?” Nina demands, glaring at me as she wears a hole in the floor, pacing back and forth with the indignant energy of a she-wolf scorned. Unsurprisingly, she was less than amused to learn I decided to allow Jane and the pups to stay with us – though in truth it hadn’t been much of a choice. My mischievous mate forced me between a rock and a hard place, and I wasn’t about to drag her out of the penthouse kicking and screaming.“I can’t just throw them out.&
JaneMy plan to sneak-move into the penthouse is working better than I imagined. Granted, I keep catching my pups practicing their maniacal laughs in the mirror, but in the grand scheme of things, encouraging their talents for mastermining dastardly plots isn’t the worst idea. After all, I want to encourage their ambition in whatever they do… even if it is taking over the world.Regardless of the burgeoning tricksters under my roof, everything else has gone fairly smoothly. I was able to hire last minute movers to pack up and bring everything from our apartment in the Dark Moon territory and transport it here. The only real challenge was maki
JaneEthan winces, then kisses me again, long and deep. When he pulls away, I feel tears in my eyes. I already know he hasn’t been swayed by my pleading. “I know it hurts right now, Jane.” He acknowledges, looking truly aggrieved. “It hurts me too. But one day you’ll see that I’m right.” His thumb brushes a stray tear from my cheek. “You were so much better off without me. You built a fragrance empire and raised three amazing pups all by yourself. But a few months with me and you were on my floor, begging to be a slave again.”“That wasn’t because I was with you, it was because I wasn&rsquo