MYLO
Watching Nora eat was one of the most relaxing things I had experienced. She had simple needs, and her scent was another way to be around my mate, without being able to be around her. I couldn’t let Dahlia leave the kitchen yet, I wanted to talk with her but I needed to calm down first and Nora’s cries offered the perfect opportunity.
I was bound to her and Dahlia forever now. This little bundle of innocence that wasn’t my blood but was now mine all the same, and my mate who had already rejected me once. The insurmountable pain that it caused was almost forgotten now, every moment with them erasing that part piece by piece, but it still made it hard to let my guard down around her.
When I laid Nora down and went back, Dahlia was still standing where I left her. She was just as unsure of ho
MYLO“You can’t go there,” Dahlia pleaded, “he can’t know I have a mate, he can’t know you know.”“Who?” I demanded again, ignoring the panic in her voice, but she shook her head ‘no’ at me.“Mylo please… he’s vindictive, he will want her back if he knows I'm mated to another Alpha, and he’ll kill her. He’s not right in the head.”Her arms wrapped over her stomach as she pleaded with me, an abundance of fear dancing across her reactions as she watched me process what she told me.“How am I supposed to protect you if you won’t tell me?” I snapped, pacing back and forth in the room for a moment. I pulled her fr
DAHLIAI woke up to sparks fluttering across my face as Mylo softly brushed strands of my hair that had fallen over my face, back behind my ear. There was an intense ache between my thighs as my brain started to piece things together and the prominent press of his hardened length behind me had Orla pushing hard to come to the surface, making me practically jump out of bed.Shower. Yep, shower. Now would be a good time for a shower.I looked at him laying on the bed with an amused look on his face, shit, did I just mumble all of that out loud?“Are you ok to listen for Nora?” I whispered to him as I could feel the heat creeping into my cheeks, made worse as he stretched out.“Yes Ange
MYLO Goddess, she was beautiful. Dahlia may have woken in a frenzied state, but as she lept out of bed she couldn't be more perfect. Not only was I lucky, but the pack was going to be lucky to have her as their Luna. She's strong, smart, has the heart of an angel, and you couldn't help but laugh when she did, even if she wasn't that funny. She left the room trying to contain her laughter and her happiness was contagious. I would never get enough of her. This was a new side to her, light and unrestrained by worry. Our talk really cleared the air last night and I was glad to see that we didn't go five steps forward only to go ten back like every other time, this was different. This was real progress and soon, so fucking soon, she would officially be mine, ruling by my side as Luna. Luna. Dahlia would make an a
MYLO I walked back into the house, unsure if I could hold Kai off any longer. He wanted Dahlia claimed and marked immediately so no one else would ever dare make the mistake of coming near us again. As soon as Veronica laid her hands on me, he was flashing images of her lifeless body, and while I agreed, I also knew that wasn’t how I wanted to run this pack. Her being there was my mistake, and I’m sure after today she knows her place. Dahlia came out of the room with the baby monitor, setting it on the table as she looked at me. All I could feel was my pulse racing through me as my muscles remained taught and bulked. She was still in the fucking towel. I watched her stand there for a moment, but at times she was impossible to read, and the only tell
MARIETerran's practically black eyes were on me again. I could sense them like a tingling sensation running from the base of my neck and down my spine. A feeling I became accustomed to over the past three days because Terran’s sight was rarely off of me.While I wanted him here, I didn’t realize that him being here would mean that I was held up in a house with him, and my lack of personal space was starting to get to me. The one day I tried to leave without him to the greenhouse but Kalia whined the entire time, and he showed up on his own accord less than ten minutes into my absence.“Would you like to grow this one with me?” Terran asked over my shoulder, holding out his hand with a tiny seed pushed into the dirt around it. He’d asked me a few times now, but that would enta
MARIE“This is really good,” I smiled, licking the batter clean from the spatula.“I like to bake to clear my mind,” Terran smiled back, “and who can argue with cupcakes for supper?”“Certainly not me,” I held up my hands jokingly before dropping my hands in my lap and leaning back into my chair, "I don’t have anything to compare how it feels being mated," I shrugged, answering his question from before I was distracted with cupcake batter, "I’ve only ever seen wolf mates find each other, but I don't think it feels any differently" I paused to look at him, “at least not for me.”“Well,” he started licking his li
TERRAN“So your wolf is really like a whole other person in there?” I asked Marie as she sipped on her coffee looking amused at me while we ate breakfast. She had already explained this a number of times, but listening to the sound of her voice was a kind of bliss I couldn’t get enough of.“Well, she’s not exactly a person,” she giggled and cast me a playful look, and for the love of Geraniums her piercing green eyes made me feel alive, “but yes she can talk to me, has her own opinions, and generally likes to try and tell me what to do.”Her eyes got a light glow beneath them and I cocked my eyebrow at her, “I feel like she’s trying to tell me she’s as sweet as a licorice root, and you’re the bossyboots.”
TERRAN “Goddess,” Marie breathed out, covering her face and leaning her back against the now, closed door, “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what-” “Hey,” I called her attention, planting my hands on the door, caging her in, but remaining far enough away that she had space. She didn't need to apologize to me, I quite enjoyed it, but I couldn't form words once I was so close to her. “Hi…” she whispered as her eyes locked into mine with her chest starting to rise and fall a bit slower, but her breathing became deeper. “You know,” I moved my hand to gently twirl a strand of her hair that was resting against my hand, “I hope our kids get my temperament because you’re a little firecracker. How did your parents survive all of you?” Her mouth went to say something and I cocked my