~Liam’s Point of View~ “The entire fucking island probably thinks I’m a pathetic charity case. So easy to attack,” I seethed, throwing a cup that I’d just finished drinking from. “That’s not fair and you know it. Apollo is a fucking warrior, the way he trains is insane,” Vance said, blowing me off. I knew that to be true, the male was insufferable. He had no friends and no one could stand him so he worked out all day, everyday. Obsessed with his body. He was the master overlord in the training fields to the poor trainees who thought somehow learning from him was the best thing ever. I needed to get up, get the hell out of this fairy hut. It smelled incredibly fucking weird in here, like what I imagined being in a witches’ house would be like. Herbs and weird concoctions. Vance’s overwhelming-at-times sage odor fit right in. Tanwen was doing all he could to heal us, though I knew it was Christian’s blood that helped more than anything. It pained me to be that dependent on someone
~Daphne’s Point of View~ ~What the hell Daphne,” Vance shouted, as he flicked the liquid off of his bare chest. I turned my eyes back to my breakfast plate and acted like I hadn’t just thrown my orange juice at him. I stabbed at my eggs and shoveled them in my mouth. After seeing Liam last night I barely slept. I was too pissed off. It was obvious that going to the shifter royals was pointless so my only option was to go to the fairies and beg. Though I had no clue how to find them, how to find one I needed that could get me the fuck out of here. The prospect of being homeless on the streets of New York suddenly sounded a hell of a lot better than being stuck here. I wasn’t about to let strangers essentially decide the rest of my life. The very least … oh and I mean the VERY damn least these men could do is try to meet me halfway. I didn’t know completely what that meant but it seems like I’m the only one making a sacrifice here. Being forced to have a child I know perfectly well I
~Vance’s Point of View~ There was a definite shift with Daphne and I had no idea why. It almost seemed like part of the light in her eyes was gone and that was before I even brought her home. I watched her laying in my bed and it just did something to my heart. Definitely to Rowe as well. She looked damn good there and now she’d reek of us. *Does anyone know why the hell Daphne is so angry today,* I asked my brothers, over mind-link. Liam was supposed to come home today, and Apollo was nowhere to be found. Not that anyone was looking, we only cared that he wasn’t here. Likely brooding up in the mountains somewhere. *What do you mean? Is she upset about seeing Liam get hurt,* Christian asked. I rubbed my face and leaned against the wall, anxiously waiting for Liam's response. When I didn’t get one that pretty much told me what I needed to know. I didn’t know how but he’d done something. *Thanks for ruining my day you miserable fuck,* I said, just to Liam. *She’ll be fine, you c
~Daphne’s Point of View~ As we ate a dinner that I now knew was $1,000 a plate and listened to a live band play jazz music, I seriously couldn’t help but wonder how this was my life. Yeah tonight was temporary but what Vance clearly wanted was to give me the memory. To show me he was willing to make the effort. That maybe sometimes I could have the best of both worlds. But certainly our time would almost all be spent in his world. I still couldn’t bring myself to say it was my world. I had told Gabby I wanted them to meet me halfway and if this wasn’t it, I didn’t know what was, though again … temporary. Being back in the states, wearing a fairy dress literally made by a real live fairy … it was beyond a dream. Certainly something a one year ago Daphne Patterson couldn’t have even remotely expected. Maybe another part of this night was trust. Vance needed to show that he believed enough in what we had so far, what I’d started with Christian to make me stay. Though I could find a
~Daphne’s Point of View~Things got pretty blurry after our dance but then we were in a limo by ourselves, his shirt was off and his fingers were between my legs and inside me as we kissed. I practically rode his hand, absolutely greedy with his touch, wet from his kisses and high on him. This was the same rush I felt with Christian, just an absolute pure blinding flood of sensory overload. Of not being able to get enough.I’d had a brief chat with Grace about it, she said it's how Omegas are programmed and all that. She said if I’d let them, the triplets would be more than happy to better explain it all to me. But really, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear it all. The fact that if I left them my body would have withdrawals. It was already hooked.“Hmm,” I moaned, as I felt the car stop. But he didn’t stop, not for a second. Our kisses grew sloppy, too greedy as our lips broke. His mouth moved to the tops of my breasts and I bounced on his lap, desperately wishing his dick was pleasur
~Daphne’s Point of View~ When we found a bedroom I was pleased to see some condoms on the bed. I hadn’t thought that far ahead but someone had. “I’m going to worship you,” he said, as he gently laid me down. There wasn’t much light in the room, and just as if he heard my thought he moved to a lamp on the nightstand and turned it on. I had no idea what shifters considered foreplay or romance but then again I didn’t know myself. He then moved down to my feet and gently took one, kissing the top of it. I giggled, and still fought every urge in me to cover myself. Even with Christian it had been a massive struggle. I had wiggly bits and things I hated about myself. If I could get a breast reduction, truth be told I’d probably do it. But watching him kiss down my leg, then up my thigh, those fierce purple eyes glued to me… It all melted away. There was something almost wicked to his look and I’d never been more turned on. I should maybe feel like a slut, that’s what normal Daphne w
~Vance’s Point of View~ I rubbed my nose into my beautiful mate’s hair, taking a deep breath. Holding her while she slept had to be one of the hottest things. Everything about her screamed mine. I honestly had no idea what she saw about this world that was so special. Stuffy people, so many rules. Fuck rules. The Sky Light is freedom, it's living how you want. *Not for everyone,* Rowe said, perking up. Shit, he’s right. How could Liam and I come from the same womb, the same of nearly everything but have such different lives? I knew the answer to that and it turned something rotten in my heart. He wants to be the oldest and most protective yet Christian and I have had to run interference in his life this entire time. We protect him as best we can. Maybe not from physical harm but from hating himself. From turning that energy and feeling of hopelessness into something dark. We have always been terrified of him becoming his father. Everything we’d been doing was to steer our path an
~Daphne’s Point of View~ “So I think I might come back with you guys, hang out a few weeks. I have a bit of time and I’m kind of missing my mom,” Winnie said, as she threw around some clothes. Thankfully, Grace had given me an entire suitcase worth that she was willing to part with and I was hardly going to complain about getting plus size designer clothes. She was a bit shorter than me but we were just about the same size. Even if where I was going nobody would give a damn about labels. Though I had seen quite a few lingerie numbers in the pile. I didn’t even think you could get high end clothes past a size ten but when you have the money you can get whatever you want apparently. She also gave me two swim suits and some really nice sunglasses. I was desperate for those regardless of the price tag, so long as they worked. I didn’t feel as strong a connection to Winnie but Grace was off doing something somewhere in the big mansion of a house and I didn’t want to bother her. Not to
~Winnie’s Point of View~ ~One Year Later~ “I’m so nervous I should have worn an adult diaper! Ohh, having so many babies has not been kind to me,” Grace whispers as our limo pulls up to the premier. We all absolutely burst out laughing, and I go on so bad I’m afraid of crying and ruining my make-up. Grace had taken a small, non-speaking role in the film but also refused to be in the credits. She wore a wig and definitely looked different, but someone will notice. All of her children had non-credited roles too. I rub my little baby bump and Tyler does too. Our little guy Hawley is at home with all of his cousins, but his twin sisters get to come along for the big night. I can’t believe I’m pregnant again but I couldn’t be more excited. When I see my name next to Ty’s in big lights, my stomach flips. Finch and Jack both reach for me, and pull me so hard I fall out of the seat. “We’re so damn proud of you,” they both say, at the same time. I giggle and rub their backs. *Don’t cry
~Tyler’s Point of View~ ~One Month Later~ I watch my beautiful bride from across the room and just fall more in love with her with each passing minute. She couldn’t be more perfect, more than I deserve… But I try not to dwell on that. It was a damn shame I didn’t trust any of my family enough to even bother telling them about asking to marry her, and then actually marrying her. We’d made a statement on social media that our wedding would be in a few months but we jumped the gun and married right in Grace’s backyard just a week after our engagement. It was perfect. Vic was my best man and Grace was her maid of honor. Scotch was the ring bearer and Winnie gave her a beautiful bow to signify marrying her too. Both of her brothers gave her away, she claimed that was what she wanted. I don’t know much about her dad, even now though he was there. In the span of a month I found the girl of my dreams, her wolf, and now… she’s having our baby. She got pregnant likely from the weekend we g
~Winnie’s Point of View~ “Hi,” I whisper, as I open my eyes to see Tyler’s green ones staring at me. Pure happiness fills me and Hailey is so content she’s still sleeping away. The feeling of his warm skin under mine is all I want forever. He is mine, and I am his. “Hi beautiful,” he says, rubbing my back. I can hear the pups already awake, I can feel the connections of my brothers’ animals, they’re up too. But this moment is so perfect I can’t let it end. “This must be what Christmas morning feels like to a human child,” I whisper, as he grins. “This Christmas will definitely be…” he trails off as his face changes. I look at him in confusion. “I… I completely spaced on using a condom last night,” he whispers. My eyes grow wide, realizing the gravity of his words. I hadn’t noticed either, I was so damn excited. Is he mad? “Ohh, uhm, well my fertile time isn’t until next week but…” I say, as Hailey wakes up like a drunken sailor. *Hi ho! Morning,* she chirps. He gives a dry l
~Tyler’s Point of View~ We make all the introductions and go through all the motions of small talk, even having dinner. Grace has a cook like I do, but with all these kids I’d say it's more for their sanity than anything. Three of them had to eat different things from what we did, and I assume it's just easier than a fight. Because I was that picky kid, and thankfully the staff were instructed to do as I said, even before I was in kindergarten. “I called in the babysitter for the night, she’ll get the kids to bed so we can talk. If you have a million questions, throw ‘em at me! I wish I could have had someone to ask outside of these two. Though now I’m actually close with my father’s mistress who is a shifter, but that’s another story,” Grace says, as we move into the family room. I raise my eyebrow at her omission. I love how open and friendly they all are, and it’s not fake. It’s not forced. They’re not afraid to show me that no matter how much is in your bank account, everybod
~Winnie’s Point of View~ I’ve never had very vivid dreams but last night it was as if Hailey was personally controlling everything. Dreams of pups, running and playing. They have Tyler’s green eyes and my thick brown hair. They’re a bit mischievous like Finch and I adore it. But does Tyler even want kids? Human males his age are not even remotely thinking about families, settling down. He’s completely career obsessed. How can I fit into that world let alone with a family? Not to mention he’s a whole world away from where I live. Where I need to be to feel whole and at ease. Even Atlanta is half a country away. I pop my eyes open to find I’m alone, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it stings. But I remember him from yesterday morning and realize he’s probably working out. The bedside clock shows it’s just past 9am. His bed is impossibly soft, the sheets are silk against my skin. Who knows, maybe they are actual silk. Whatever they are, they’re him. His musk and his warmth still wr
~Tyler’s Point of View~ “Let’s move in the house,” I whisper, finally pulling away to catch my breath. My dick is literally inches from thrusting inside her, it’s suddenly all I can think about. There’s never been a time, even my first time when I was fourteen that I’ve not assumed a woman is just using me. They always want something, always. There hasn’t been a female who hasn’t asked me for money, for gifts, for help with their career. They want a picture with me to post online. Winnie obviously doesn’t need money, that’s a huge plus. She really doesn’t need to work or need a career. So what’s her angle? We both get out of the pool naked, and I certainly don’t miss the color in her cheeks when her eyes scan my body. I hate to admit I’ve seen shifter porn but at this point, who hasn’t? Those guys are not only ripped but they’ve practically got elephant trunks that put human porn stars to shame. There’s no way she couldn’t get one with the snap of her fingers. I know my dick is mor
~Winnie’s Point of View~ *Hmm, so good. I mean maybe not as tender as I’m used to…* Hailey moans, tearing apart a raccoon. I hear footsteps in the woods, and the sound of a dog trotting. *He’s looking for us, sooo cuuuute! He likes us,* Hailey coos, as she pulls another piece of meat. I swoon just thinking about it. I shouldn’t have, but when I went upstairs to get undressed I searched online whether or not he has a girlfriend. Basically … no. But there were hundreds of pictures of him with women. “Hollywood’s serial bachelor.” Apparently there was also a film he did a few years ago where he played a gay male in the army and he kissed men and had sex scenes. So yeah, there’s a definite rumor mill about whether or not he’s in the closet. Is that something I can just ask him? *Why not! We deserve to know,* Hailey says, matter of fact. In the scene we did today, we should have kissed. We were literally right there, lost in each other’s eyes and in the moment. Inches apart. Then e
~Tyler’s Point of View~ “We killed it! Killed it! Guaranteed Oscar performance,” I rave, though I could give a shit about the awards. Suddenly I’m filled with the need to make this happen for Winnie as much as I want it for my career. Not to mention I’m desperate to see what they offer me to sign on. This role is exactly what I need to be taken seriously as an actor. Hawley is strong but sensitive and caring. He’s a beast in bed but also in the wild, determined to prove he’s just as much of a bad ass as any hybrid. That’s already how I feel looking at Winnie. I’m suddenly more overprotective of her than I’ve ever felt over anyone. I hear the low growl of her stomach and decide I’m not ready to go home. We need to celebrate. The five people who were in the room as we filled it with our magic, our hot and intense chemistry were absolutely fucking blown away. Audition my ass! That’s how you fucking do it! Be the first one in, kill it and get the roles on the spot. Tyler Hudson auditi
~Winnie’s Point of View~ “No I can’t talk to your dog,” I laugh, my belly practically hurting with the very idea. Though I had to wonder if a telepathic fairy could pick up on emotions or perhaps thoughts. I’ll tuck that away. He doesn’t look convinced by my response and his face looks beyond sexy. Then again, I’ve been around this backyard with him all night and there hasn’t been a single second I haven’t wanted to jump his bones. Goddess help me. I already had promised that later this week I’d take him to Atlanta to meet Grace. I can’t even begin to imagine how incredibly lonely he must have felt all these years not knowing there are others like him in the world. I feel beyond blessed and lucky to have had such a close family. To have older brothers that are always there for me and have always been there to teach me any and everything. Until they weren’t. The day they left was devastating to me and while I do have other siblings they’re not Jack and Finch. I yawn and stretch