I had planned to have two chapters a day this weekend but I am proofreading Godrey's story, the second in the Shadow Warrior series to have it printed! Very excited! Thank you for reading.
~Grace’s Point of View~ While I was bone tired I couldn’t help but be absolutely curious what kind of evening my twins had planned. No one ever went out of their way to do much for me. I mean, the people my parents paid to plan my birthday parties, graduations, etc. They went all out, but it was hardly the same. If my mother spared a breath to give direction to the staff she considered that as her doing everything. She never once wrapped a gift, baked a cake. Never blew up a balloon or washed a dish. We pulled up to a cute little Italian restaurant I’d never heard of, which wasn’t saying much. When you grow up with a personal chef at your beck and call, eating out on a daily basis seems kind of pointless. Though when no one was around I did get delivery sometimes. “My lady,” Finch said, holding out his hand to help me out of the car. I blushed but smiled bigger than I had in a long time. They each locked into one of my arms as we walked inside. The hostess immediately nodded at us
~Grace’s Point of View~ “Within your family or within your pack or kingdom, if you are pledged to a leader, everyone in that group can mind-link. It’s something you have to be born with, unfortunately even if we mark you that just won’t be an ability you’ll have. Since Finch is my only family out here and anyone who leaves our kingdom loses officially being part of the unit, I can only do with my family that are also shifters,” Jack explained. The wolf leaned into me some more and I suddenly felt really hot. I got to my feet and marched toward Jack which wasn’t far. I stuck my finger in his face. It was hard to be mad at him, standing there in his boxers but I couldn’t get distracted! “Do you really mean to tell me that this entire time, all the time I’ve known you even that first night you guys were gossiping to each other behind my back while right in front of me,” I snapped. I huffed and put my hands on my hips. Okay I felt the childishness and stupidity of what I was doing but
~Jack’s Point of View~ Nox dropped Finch and Grace off at the cabin he’d rented. We then dove off the cliff and made quick work of finding a large fox and making him our second dinner. We’d gorged ourselves at the restaurant so a larger animal would have been too much, even with the flying around and all the calories burned there. We then had a quick dip in a waterfall to clean up. *Mate. She’s going to be our mate. She saw what we are and she’s not afraid,* Nox said, nodding. He was elated, and why shouldn’t he be? This night was meant to push Grace over the edge in every way. So why was I nervous? Why did I feel like I had to have pause? Her hesitation has now become mine. *Don’t you dare. She’s a grown woman, hell she’s older than us. She chose. She wants us. If you screw this up somehow…* he trailed off as we flew back. He was right. She’s not drunk. She’s not under my trance influence. She knows what she’s doing. We’ve given her so much information about our kind but I felt
~Grace’s Point of View~ RING RING RING “Maybe we should just turn it off,” I heard. I groaned and rolled over. It was too warm and cozy for me to care about whatever that noise was, it was way too early. “It’s her mom again, we’re eventually going to have to tell her something,” another voice said, in a hushed whisper. I mumbled something but then realized it didn’t actually come out of my mouth. Desert. Can a bitch get a drink? “Mom has enough servants to get her tennis balls,” I groaned. A symphony of laughter filled my ears and I tried to open my eyes. When it finally worked I blinked several times and then I gasped. “My eyes! Oh no I slept with my eyes in,” I shouted, sitting up suddenly. I quickly put my finger in my eye and tried to take out the offending piece of plastic that would probably now be glued to me. But I couldn’t find anything. I tried the other eye, same thing. I blinked several more times and gaped at my hand, then beyond. Normally, I can’t see a damn thi
~Finch’s Point of View~ When Gloria invited her daughter to “dinner” it was rather silly of me to apparently interpret that as a quiet family affair. I was currently staring at two dozen other dinner guests. Pretty much all couples from what I could tell. The rich travel in pairs. Or with a staff on their heels. *Are we supposed to know what fork goes with what? Cause uhm…* I trailed off, speaking to Jack over mind-link. Elbows off the table, napkin in the lap. That much I know, I can handle that. *Just don’t eat with your hands,* Jack said, practically snorting. Judson certainly did. Gloria was determined to get us all here by 7 yet it was 7:28 and the host had yet to make an appearance. Grace had disappeared upstairs for her awhile ago and I was about to make some excuse to go look for her. I knew where her room was from helping her move, surely that’s probably where she is. Maybe she just needed a minute. I seriously hated that she couldn’t mind-link. *Nox wants to offer to b
~Grace’s Point of View~ “But if she’s there now she knows you’re onto her, what’s to stop her from skipping the country,” I shouted, as Jack drove us home. I looked at my mates like they were idiots. Getting out my phone I quickly looked up the club and scoured through the photos. I was just about to give up when I realized I’d gone back over five years through their shots. My jaw fell when a certain one, kind of looked familiar. I made a face. Zoe wasn’t someone I knew well at all, had barely seen her a couple of times maybe. But she wasn’t someone whose face I had memorized. “Is this her,” I asked, thrusting my phone forward. I was in the backseat by myself, wanting to stretch out. “Oh shit,” Finch said, laughing. “How did you miss that,” I snapped. She’s a boy. She’s a he. Or used to be. In these pictures she’s a boy and the caption reads, “welcome Zander to the other side.” Then in the next photo Zander is wearing a female’s pixie haircut, make up and boobs. A rather cut
~Grace’s Point of View~ “I’m not challenging your ability to count, but 1, 2, 3, 4. You’re sure,” I said, practically calling the doctor a liar. “Baby I definitely heard all the heartbeats with her machine, four. I can’t wait to find out the gender. If we have even one girl it’ll be a huge deal, like massive. If there’s any chance we have a female Jack, like holy shit. She’d be the only one that I even know of,” Finch said, beside himself. Four. Cuatro. Quatre. I zoned out as Finch went on and on, and the doctor chimed in. But I still didn’t hear anything. “Are they all going to come out my whoo-hah,” I shouted, darting up from the bed. Finch snickered as the doctor grinned. IT'S A REAL QUESTION!!! I smacked my mate with the back of my hand in his chest. Don’t tease me! I’M VERY EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW! FOUR! “With a normal human a c-section would likely be the only way to go. But your body is genetically very different, your uterus and your hips are made to birth. I would have
(hot hot hot warning! Get yourself a fan)~Grace’s Point of View~“He’s using her to get dirt on me, he has to be. What a piece of shit! He’s going to use her and toss her aside, he’ll break her heart,” I snapped, pacing.“That’s likely true. I’ll dig into him. But aren’t you going to tell me about this morning? I can’t believe Finch could keep a secret, or Judson. They have though. For the first time in their damn lives,” Jack said, nearly in a whine.I heard him, and processed what he said but my mind was elsewhere. Everywhere. I’d moved on for now from the shock of the babies since there was so much more shock to be had. I felt … betrayed in a sense. Which was stupid because Roman was no friend of mine. There was no love lost there and certainly no loyalty to me.And Michelle? She was incredibly intelligent, sharp as a tack at work. But in love? Clearly blind, easily fooled. Roman had money, power. Was probably decent enough in bed. She was totally caught, hook line and sinker. Wou
~Two Years Later~ “One, you’re really sure? This isn’t going to be some sick joke later on,” I said, wagging my finger at the doctor. “Just one baby Grace. ONE. I swear,” she giggled. I nodded, relieved beyond all measure. One baby. Wolf or dragon? I’m willing to bet this will be a fight. While the guys knew I was pregnant they didn’t know that I’d snuck to the doctor without them. I knew they’d be mad but I needed to know. I had been desperate to find out on my own. Only one more, I can handle that. I’d made the guys wear condoms for well over a year after I had the quads, desperate to not have a repeat. They absolutely hated it, and so did I. But it was too risky. Everyone assured me the chances of having another set of four was basically no chance. The guys also tried to convince me they didn’t need to wear them or could pull out during my less fertile times. I’m Grace Astor, things happen to me that never happen to other people. That is a fact. Although we hadn’t been car
~Jack’s Point of View~I completely get why Grace is doing this, where she’s coming from, but talking out my damn “feelings” with Warrick? The last flipping thing I want to be doing right now. But I heard everything she said and she’s 100% right. There isn’t a chance in hell I could ever let him hurt one of my girls the way he hurt me so many times. Disappointed me and left me. Those girls are literally my everything next to Grace, it was hard to imagine I could hold so much love in my heart for the little creatures I didn’t even really know yet but I do. Four girls. Still unreal. Two female dragons. Brenda joked that I needed to hire professional security, bodyguards. But I wasn’t sure that was a bad idea. If it ever got out… what they are… Nox was desperate to shift and sniff them, check them out. But it was far too chilly to bring them outside in the middle of winter, even though for Atlanta it was mild. I promised him in the next week or so we could take them to the Sky Light s
~Grace’s Point of View~ Before I knew what was happening I was splayed out on my bed, my clothes gone except for my sports bra. How the hell does he move so fast? “Clock! Bring me the clock,” I moaned, as another sharp pain hit me, paralyzing me. “No. I’ve helped birth many babies, I helped with Jack and Finch. We’ll be fine,” he said, running into the room with a large bowl and some towels. My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head. “Are you out of your fucking mind? I need my doctor! I need… Brenda, get my phone,” I shouted, as I screamed in pain. Brenda had been acting as my breathing coach and also helping me with what to expect. I wouldn’t say we had gotten close but I enjoyed her company and there was a weird familiarity to her. When he left the room again it was all I could to try and reach the house phone on the side table. Thank god Jack insisted on putting it there though literally no one ever calls it. I didn’t have many numbers memorized, but I knew the o
~Grace’s Point of View~ I yawned, feeling utterly exhausted. I glanced around the living room at the heap of gifts we’d brought in from work yesterday. I had little to no desire to go through it all. What did I want? Outside of a nap and food the thing I loved so much was laying on the beach at the Sky Light. I’d since learned they called the beach “Bonnie” which is the Scottish word for beautiful. Jack had made me a hammock between two trees and it was my favorite place. When you’re big as a beached whale, getting to swing in a hammock that makes you feel weightless is a welcome treat. At our doctor’s appointment a couple of days ago the doc said the babies were each about 4 ½ pounds a piece and anytime they came would be okay. “Are you sure you want to go? Everyone would understand if we skipped. I mean you could literally give birth anytime now,” Jack asked, rubbing my back. I smiled at him and went about packing some snacks. “Of course I want to lay in my hammock. It’s my th
~Three Months Later~ ~Finch’s Point of View~ “Everyday, better and better,” I laughed, staring down at the headlines of several newspapers. I’d started a little collection. Might even use them as wallpaper. “Downfall of Astor Connects Execs: Guilty Pleas All Around” “Millions Swindled From Payroll At AC By Its Own Lawyer Recovered” “Grace Astor Turns AC Into The Most Diverse and Inclusive Employer” “AC Stocks Soar As Company Reinvents Itself” I ran my fingers over the one about Grace. So … damn proud of her. Just then the door burst open and I moved my laptop onto the table with the papers. “Cover of Forbes,” Grace shouted, squealing. I grinned as she ran into her office and fell into my lap on the couch. Well, as much as a woman who is a couple weeks away from having quadruplets can do. She kind of just waddles at this point but it's too cute. Her poor feet get so swollen that she wears slippers now everywhere she goes. The smile and happiness that radiated off of her fill
~Grace’s Point of View~ “There’s no way I’m leaving you alone with him. He could shift and snatch you up and--” I held up my hand to indicate Jack needed to calm down. I rubbed my belly and then grabbed his hand to put it on there too. “Jack, he’s not going to hurt a preggo. He won’t,” I said, trying to believe myself. It seemed like the babies were literally all Warrick cared about, so he would protect them. He had to. Jack’s eyes darted to Finch, who shrugged. “What would you even say,” Finch asked, adding his hand to my tummy. “I do better when I’m on the spot, when I’m just speaking from the heart. I’ll figure it out,” I said, putting my hands on each of their shoulders. “Who even knows where he is right now. Probably tormenting someone,” Jack said, sighing. I looked up to the sky. For all I cared I could just march out into a big open space, or the beach and scream for him. Supposed to have that good shifter hearing right? That was all I had anyhow, seemed like a good pl
~Grace’s Point of View~ I laid still, staring at Finch as he slept. Needless to say, their revelation about what my father did definitely destroyed my mood. My father … gave years of his life to help a stranger? He wouldn’t even meet me for dinner? I had boyfriends on and off in my 20’s all the time, several I brought home. Mom would either smile or stick her nose up. Dad hardly ever met them, he was never around. He never asked about them, if they made me happy. He never asked much about me … as a person. Of course all I wanted to know was the big question… Why did he do it? Would he have even done it for me? That thought, made me sick. A shadow cast over the back of the teepee, and I knew someone was there. I had no clue if they were here for me, or if I could even get up without waking my mates. The answer came on its own, when the woman I knew to be Ensley stuck her head in the flap, nearly making me jump. She gave a big wave of her arm and a smile. I sat up and looked at Jac
~Grace’s Point of View~ “And would you believe little Jack got bit by that snake right on his--” “Mom! Really,” Jack whined, not enjoying the story hour. I giggled and slapped his leg. Iris and his entire family, minus the absent father were incredible. Really just sweet people even if they’re all okay with lots of nudity. In front of their family. Weird. They also had a different vocabulary on a lot of things, though I was able to mostly follow along. I was relieved Jack thought to pack some drinks and food he knew I’d like. They’re both just so damn thoughtful. I yawned, stretching out in front of the fire. I’d never been camping before, nothing even close to this. But I supposed as a shifter this was just natural, normal. Jack moved behind me and held me tight. “Can I take you somewhere,” he whispered, his voice dangerous. It sent tingles all over my body. Though it doesn’t take much anymore. I’m now like the female version of Finch, it’s all I think about. It’s just a matter
~Jack’s Point of View~ DING DONG Nox immediately put up his guard, who the hell was ringing my bell at 8am? His shifter senses knew right away though who it was, well the two people. “Brenda, morning, Felix. You guys are awfully…” I trailed off, taking in the backpacks they had on. “Morning, so glad you wanted to come,” Grace said, practically shoving me aside. *What is going on? I thought we were going away with our mate. ALONE,* Nox bellowed, not happy. I let out a weak laugh, so did I. So did I. What are you doing Grace? *Did you know about this,* I asked Finch, over mind-link. He popped out of the bathroom, toothbrush still in hand. *Uhm, what the…* he trailed off. “Morning newlyweds,” Brenda said, a little too chipper. She had a huge tote bag that Nox was telling me had a lot of herbs and spices. Oh no. No, no no no no. “Grace, baby… Are we… Having our honeymoon at the Sky Light,” I asked, timidly. “Yeah! I thought it was a great idea. I hardly got to see much o