-Cain- I was surprised by how little I hated talking to Weston. After the initial anger disappeared, we had a calmer conversation with each other. We mostly discussed the business around the wolf community, but I noticed he had a few questions about Willow and me and how we were doing, as if he genuinely cared. I tried not to say too much. He might have helped with the rumors, but I wasn’t going to allow him to close that fast. I still didn’t trust him, and I was unsure if I ever would, but I owed him at least a small conversation; that was his demand for getting on the stage. However, after about 20 minutes, I decided to conclude the conversation and go find my mate. Weston didn’t even complain, which annoyed me because I would rather he felt insulted by it. He simply said he would love to have a conversation with her as well, but if he thought I was going to let him get that close to my mate so fast, he was mistaken. I pointed this out to him, but he just smiled and shrugged, tellin
-Willow- Cain had been extra touchy and attentive after we had been together at the party, but we couldn’t stay this way forever. We had returned after a little while, mingling once again, and the happy mood Cain was in seemed to make people take extra notice of him. He drew people in instead of keeping them at a distance. However, he was not particularly interested in talking too much with them. He kept touching me and kissing me, keeping me warm, and when we were on our way home, Cain and I were in the backseats with me on his lap as he kept whispering filthy things in my ear. "Cain!" I giggled, and he slipped his hand into my dress again, right at the split between my breasts. I pushed his hand away, giving him a scolding look, but he couldn’t stop touching me, telling me what he was going to do to me once we were home. “You two are making me sick,” Carter called from the front seat. “Sorry!” I called out. “Don’t tell him sorry. We are the ones who will be vomiting when he fin
-Willow-“You don’t owe me anything,” Weston said as I handed him both a wet cloth and a cup of coffee.“He shouldn’t have punched you,” I whispered.Weston wiped the blood from his face and shook his head, but his lip was already healing. Carter had told me he would go look for Cain, but I knew he would need some time.“How did you know Cain used to be calmer?” I asked him.“My mate kept me updated, and even though I couldn’t see them, I made sure to keep track,” he informed me.“Jeremy kept you away?”“No, he told me I could see them if I wanted to, but it was too hard, which is why I stayed away. When they began growing up, I could feel the words on my tongue—words I knew they would understand as they grew older. But it would have ruined everything,” he revealed.“So instead of causing chaos, you… stayed away?” I asked in disbelief, and he sipped the coffee, nodding.“I did.”“Wow…” I whispered.“I truly do not wish you any harm. I just want to have a relationship with my sons again
-Cain- A storm was brewing outside, lightning piercing the sky and turning everything into the look of a horror movie, but only when it grew dark and too dangerous to be outside did I return back to my pack house. The whole house had gone to sleep. I could hear my bare feet tapping over the floor as I made my way to the bedroom. I opened the door a little, seeing Willow sleeping inside, and curled up on the bed. The sight of her always calmed me, but I hated that I had scared her a little today. I knew she had never truly seen my angry side or the things I could do, and I didn’t want her to. It was not a pretty side, therefore, I didn’t know if I should be close to her tonight. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to, but then Willow began stirring, our bond waking her and alerting her that something was wrong. She blinked her eyes open, then turned on the lamp beside the bed. “Cain?” she whispered. I didn’t say anything but remained in the doorway. She looked at me with a sad expression,
-Willow- “Just a tiny bit,” I insisted, holding up the toast with some jam on it to Carter. He shook his head and instead poured more whisky into his coffee mug, which was no longer 90 percent coffee and 10 percent alcohol. Now it was the other way around. “Come on, Carter, that’s not breakfast,” I pointed out and pressed the toast to his lips, but he turned his head and sipped his alcoholic coffee instead. “It’s better than breakfast,” he stated. “We both know that is a lie. Look at you!” I said that and gestured to him. “Have you slept?” “No.” “And you’re not eating either. It’s not good,” I told him. “I am eating,” he said, holding up his mug. “That’s not food.” “It’s my hangover cure.” “How? It’s making you drunk.” “So I don’t get hungover,” he countered, smiling smugly. I rolled my eyes, then pressed the toast to his lips again. “Eat!” “Woman!” he scolded, grabbing my wrist and pushing the toast away. “I am not a baby!” “Then why do you act as one?" He looked anno
-Cain-Willow walked almost like a robot into the dining room, so quiet as we joined the others. I felt slightly overwhelmed too, but it was clear my mate was processing. “So how did it go?” Weston asked as we joined them at the table again. “Fuck, I wish I was allowed to drink right now,” Willow groaned and chose the seat beside Carter this time and took his mug, smelling the alcohol because she couldn’t drink it. “You think you can get drunk on the smell?” Carter and Weston looked confused at Willow as I sat down in my former seat. Weston turned to me, looking concerned, but then I held up the ultrasound to him, and his eyes grew big. “Twins,” he said. “Let me see,” Carter told him, and he snatched the ultrasound. “Ooooh.” “Sometimes it is in the genes,” Weston teased. “You will have your hands full,” Carter chuckled, waving the ultrasound around. “Why do you think I am smelling your mug?” Willow asked, making us chuckle. “Oh yes, just laugh because none of you will push not
-Willow-I was home by myself, Cain having taken Carter out for a drive as he kept spiraling into a dark hole. I really hoped that Weston was right and that everything was going to be solved, because I hated seeing Carter like this. Only two days had passed since we were at the palace, and he was just getting worse. I even contemplate calling Eva and having a chat about it. She always seemed to know what to do in such a situation, but as I had the phone in my hand, coming down the staircase, the doorbell rang. I walked over to the door and was surprised to once again find Weston on the other side. “Hello, Willow,” he greeted. “Weston, Carter, and Cain aren’t here right now.” “That’s good. It’s you I wanted to talk to,” he told me. “Um, okay. Come inside.” I invited him in, and we found a quiet place to talk in a small living room. We had some snacks and tea beside us, but Weston touched none of it. He appeared almost nervous as he sat in front of me, rubbing his hands together. A
-Willow-I felt warm lips press against my neck, and I jumped a little. I turned, seeing Cain look confused at me as I reacted so powerfully to his touch. “Did I scare you?” he chuckled. “I, um…” I had not even heard him enter the room I was still standing in after bidding the king goodbye. I was so lost in my own world. “No.” “You sure? Your eyes are all big and filled with surprise,” he pointed out. “I’m fine. How was the drive with Carter?” I questioned. “Well, he definitely seems to have been uplifted a little, or so I thought,” he sighed and went to sit on the couch, reaching for some of the treats I had standing out and not asking to be taken care of. “Oh?” “He went right for the liquor cabinet when we came back. I can’t take this, Willow,” he groaned as he leaned back on the couch, munching on a cookie. “He just won’t talk to me!” “Well, Weston has promised we will know soon,” I reminded him. “When is soon? It’s almost a week later,” he pointed out. “And my brother is g
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Want to learn what happened with Carter and his mate Sara at the party? -Carter- My heart froze as we stared into each other’s eyes. Hers were such a deep green, and I loved them from the moment I saw them. She gave me a nervous smile, clearly trying to ignore the message our wolves were giving us in our heads, and sped off with the glass on her tray. I kept looking after her, feeling an undeniable urge to follow her. “Carter!” my brother called, and I turned my head. “Huh?” I answered. “Come on, it’s us next,” Cain told me. “Um, yeah, just say hello from me,” I replied before taking off, hearing him call after me, but I couldn’t stop now. Every nerve in my body was vibrating, telling me to go find my mate. I had seen the way she had gone, leaving the ballroom, and as I came into the hallway, it was much easier to follow her scent. I found her in the kitchen, getting more glasses for the party, and hearing the servants work. I made sure not to enter and instead crept back a litt
-Cain- I watched Weston hold one of my daughters over his head, making a funny face at her and making her laugh. It brought warmth to my heart watching it all happen, yet it was hard to shake the worry seeing my mother so close to my other daughter, whom I had reluctantly allowed her to hold. My daughters were only over a year old, but Carter had lived in this house for a good while now with his own mate, who had just given birth to a son, and it seemed to be okay. Surprisingly enough, everything was going okay, but I was never allowing my mother to be alone with my children, which I had made very clear to Willow. Yet it was hard to resist her when she told me to give it all a chance—to give my mother one. I couldn’t forgive her, but I saw now the benefits of letting her close because she was different. As I truly looked at her with my daughter, I saw she was different because she was allowed to be happy. Therefore, I knew I had to try, at least because I knew better than anyone wha
-Willow- It was rather surprising how fast everything happened, and soon the queen was confided in the palace, confided to the section where her room was, and confided to the lower floor of that section. She had to have her meals brought, but this gave her a chance to be with Weston, and I saw how grateful he was for that. He even hugged Carter so hard, who was there to see the transfer happen, but Cain refused. Weston understood that, and so did his mate, but I could see how much they wished for Cain to be more accepting of all of this as well. For now, this was how it was going to be, and Carter and I walked together through the palace, both having homes to get back to. “So, do I ever get to be properly introduced to your mate?” I teased. “I have actually convinced her to move here with me. She is just nervous because we come from two different worlds.” “I can understand that. But then maybe we should all have dinner together.” “I am not sure we can lure Cain here. He is… determ
-Willow- The news spread quickly and was as shocking to me as it was to everyone else. No one had expected the queen would go so far, and yet as the days dragged on, no one was sure how to punish the queen. The council and the princes were completely divided, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad. Now that I knew there was no longer any threat out there to me or my family and the mystery had been solved, I simply stopped being angry. I knew the queen should still be punished, but she wouldn’t have done what she did if she hadn’t been forced to smile and nod through the pain others had put her through. Weston had made a good point to me, I could have been the queen. I could have become just as desperate… “It’s really unbelievable she did it,” Eva said, breaking me free of my trance. She sat in front of me in a small café we had agreed to meet at so I could get out of the house. Cain and I rarely spoke at the moment, and Carter had gone to be with his mate, living with her, though I
-Cain- I was so confused by why Weston had asked to be alone with us. He even asked us to stand up, and we all met in a small circle beside the table. Carter and I looked at him with a puzzled expression, but I could sense something strange on Willow’s end, yet besides her, only Weston didn’t appear perplexed by all of this. Even our mother seemed unsure about what was going on. “Why did you send them all out?” Carter asked, speaking the question that lingered on my tongue. “Because I wanted to do this in private before…” Weston looked at Willow, and I glanced at her, but when she felt my eyes on her, she turned to give me an apologetic look. “Weston,” my mother called, and I noticed her turning slightly scared. “Okay, what is going on?” I asked, needing some answers now. “You have to admit it,” he insisted, focusing on my mother. “Admit what? Admit what, Mom?” I pressed, and both Carter and I focused on her, but she looked away, not meeting our eyes. “What the hell is going o
-Cain- “Goddess, look at your faces!” Willow exclaimed. “You’re starting to do serious damage!” As Carter and I sat down to eat, Willow came to inspect me, tilting my head to the side and taking in the cuts and the swelling. I grabbed her hands, kissed them, and then pulled her down on my lap. “We are fine,” I assured her. “We will heal,” Carter added. “Why are you hitting each other so hard?” “It’s called practice. We are keeping our skills sharp.” “But Carter can’t even open his right eye, and the cut on your lip is so swollen, I fear you can’t eat!” she scolded. “Eat the food or your—” I didn’t get to finish that sentence as she placed a hand over my mouth. “Not funny.” I pulled her hand down. “I think it was rather funny.” “What won’t the council think when they see you like that?” she murmured. “What do you mean?” She glanced between Carter and me, who looked puzzled at her. “You didn’t notice the meeting the council has called? Have you two been that distracted late
-Cain- “I don’t see the point in this,” my brother said as we stepped into the little gym we had in the house. I placed myself on the blue mat, jumping a little up and down and getting ready, yet Carter was standing at a distance, wearing sunglasses inside and a big hoodie over his training clothes that I had forced him to change into. He didn’t just look hungover, he was perfect for putting on a poster that advised people not to drink. He looked like a fucking mess. “You need it,” I told him. “Does it look like I want to workout right now?” he asked. “We are fighting and keeping our skills sharp,” I explained. “Why?” I didn’t really know what to say. What Willow had confessed to me scared the living shit out of me. Was my brother truly so depressed that he had become suicidal? Willow feared it, and we weren’t able to get Carter to react until the next day, and then we didn’t know what to say. So, I thought, after two days of leaving it alone, we needed to get him going again. Th