~Mark~*TAP**TAP**TAP**TAP*This is so damn annoying. Jenna has been sitting in the back of the office, staring at me since I’ve been here. When the twins left, I figured the door opening was the first meeting they wanted me to handle in their place after putting me in charge. I was very wrong; it was Jenna. She walked into the office, didn’t say a word, and sat in the back of the room. Jenna has been sitting there through 3 meetings, saying nothing. The tapping just started about 20 minutes ago. Jenna is tapping her nail on the back of her phone. It’s a bit annoying, but I’m more interested in what Jenna will do next. I continue to work, not looking or speaking to her. I make sure the patrol schedules are taken care of and factor in the specifics from my earlier meetings. I want to make sure the twins are set up with everything when they get back. A throat clears, causing me to look up. Jenna’s eyes are burning into me, but she says nothing. I look at her for a bit before retur
Landon’s lips are still on mine; our tongues are wrestling with each other’s. I can feel his hands along my back, sparks igniting everywhere he touches me. I feel hot breath on my neck before a tongue sweeps over it. A shiver goes up my spine. Lincoln has come up behind me and is teasing my neck with his tongue and lips. Landon breaks our kiss and starts to attack the other side of my neck. My nipples are hardening, and I can feel the wetness between my legs. My arousal is in the air, and I know my mates can smell it. I lean back into Lincoln to give Landon more access to my neck. Lincoln’s hands snake around and tug at my shirt, causing buttons to fly everywhere. Once open, Lincoln grabs my breasts, squeezing and kneading. I throw my head back and moan loudly. Landon kisses me down my neck to my right breast. He sucks on my nipple through my bra, and my eyes roll back into my head. I can feel his hands unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I barely register fabric ripping over the so
~Landon~We, somehow, made it to the bed. We aren’t sleeping, just trying to catch our breaths. That was amazing and tiring at the same time. Marking can take a lot out of you. Marked……we are marked.Can you believe it, Goliath? She marked us. Goliath huffs, laying on his back, trying to rest. I can’t help but chuckle at the sight. I’m a marked wolf. Not only am I marked, but I was able to mark her.Wait….I’m marked. Tia marked me. After everything that happened today, Tia marked me. Why? Why the hell did she do that? I can hear all of us breathing, and I know that no one is asleep. “Why?” “Uh….L, is everything okay?”“Why, Tia?”“What do you mean?” Her soft voice is a bit raspy and sounds like she may have let sleep take over at any minute.“After everything that happened today, why did you mark me? There is no way that I’m deserving of that honor. Why did you mark me? Why did you forgive me?” My heart is pounding in my chest. Goliath is growling in my mind, hating that I’m ruining
~Tia~The three of us dress and head out of the room. We are met with curious glances as we make our way downstairs. I’m sure that glances are due to the fact that we are sporting marks on our necks. I know I’m still looked at warily by most of the pack, but the twins are loved. We make our way out of the building and out to the cells. I’ve never been out here myself, and I’m not really looking forward to what I will encounter. There is a cellar door behind what looks like a barn. It isn’t since we don’t do farm activities here, but that’s what it looks like. The steep steps lead from the cellar door to the area below. We have guards, but you can’t see them. Rather than have them posted at the cellar door, alerting people that there is something there, they are in the woods across the way. They can see any movement around the barn-like structure this way. We quickly head down the stairs, Landon in front and Lincoln behind me. It’s pretty dark and dank-smelling. The outer room is not
~Lincoln~SON OF A BITCH!!!THAT FUCKING —I SWEAR I WILL—The shift was fast, and no time was spared while our wolves barrel into the forest. We are mind-linking each other, but we are also trying to gain control. Brutus is apocalyptic, and I’m sure Goliath is the same. Our mate almost died because these bitches decided to try to play Goddess. They thought it was their place to decide someone else’s fate, and they used someone else to do so. I don’t think anyone will be safe if we don't get control back.I don’t know where Brutus is going, but he is zooming through the brush and trees as if there is nothing there that could stop him. I’m begging and pleading for him to give me back control, but I’m not sure he hears me. I can feel branches and rocks cut into us; we zoom past, and it hurts. Brutus is eating up the pain, not willing to stop for anything. We careen through a large bush and tumble into open space. We are at the meadow where the lake is. Emerald Lake is what it’s called
~Tia~I ate dinner alone and was waiting for the twins in the room. They have had their blocks up, and I’m starting to get worried. I have been trying to figure out what set them off. Clearly, Adela was influencing Neal, but I don’t understand why the twins got so unsettled. I toss my book on the nightstand and get off the bed. I guess I should check on my mom. That will distract me. I head down to the guestroom where she’s staying and softly knock on the door. I hear rustling on the other side before the click of the door opening. Mom doesn’t say a word; she opens her arms, and I step into them. I have rarely been able to have moments like this with my mom, and I plan to soak up every second of it. We hug this way for a while before she lets me go. Mom steps aside and allows me to walk into the room. We sit on the couch, and I tell her everything that has happened since the dress shop.Mom gets up and paces the room, looking worried. “If your sister had marked Landon….” She takes a
~Stuart~I’m summoned to the pack office as if I’m some schoolboy about to be reprimanded by the principal. It irks me that these boys think so highly of themselves. They feel they are above everyone else and untouchable. I wasn’t even happy when my twins expressed their interest in them. I went along with it because they deserve the best, and having the Luna title gives me that. As I walk into the room, I see all eyes on me—Paul with Landon, Lincoln at his desk, and Mark on the couch. I have no idea what the hell they want from me, but they better make it quick. I have things to do, and I’m still pissed about my mate being allowed to be away from me. “You wanted to see me…….” I make eye contact with Paul, hoping he will speak quickly. “No, not me. My sons called for you. Have a seat, please.” As if I didn’t know it was his bratty sons who called for me. I pretend to act as if I’m some complaint member of the pack when I really just want to rip their throats out. I make my way to th
~Adela~FUCK!! What the fuck just happened? One minute, I’m close to getting Landon back, and the next, I’m hiding from my pack. I’m grateful that I have always kept a few warriors in my inner circle. I was given a heads-up that they were tasked to find Aida and me and throw us in the cells. Can you imagine me in the cells?! Fucking Neal! I knew he would spill the beans if given a chance. Now the twins know that I put him up to making the phone call that took them away from Portia. I’m sure they suspect that we either orchestrated her attack or attacked her. I wish we had killed her. Had we done that, we wouldn’t be in this mess right now. The twins would have grieved, but they would have taken us as Lunas since they would have needed to have someone by their sides. I’ve been on the run for days and days. It was a task getting off our territory without being seen. I haven’t gone too far from the territory. I don’t know how much longer I need to live like this, but it isn’t easy. I’m