I get on my tiptoes and bring his face down until we meet in the middle, and I can kiss him. Cain was expecting it, I think, because the second my lips are on his, he takes control of the situation as of he’s been waiting for this his whole life. He sucks on my bottom lip as if he's sucking on a lollipop and groans while his hands go down my waist to my hips, then my ass. I gasp when he squeezes it, and he takes advantage of that to slip his tongue inside of me. He’s so aggressive and hard, I have no other choice but to grab onto his shoulders and take it. I'm getting overwhelmed.I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe is Cain who’s devouring my mouth and touching me all over like this. Just two days ago he was my dearest friend, and now he's doing this? Oh, god. I love it.I love the way his lips are so plump, the way he tastes like peppermint and the way he carries me by the waist as if I weigh nothing. Before I know it, I'm going down on a couch and he's getting on
“It's fine, I didn't react well either. It was a shock for both of us," I say. He hums in agreement, "But I don't hate our triple bond.""I don't either," he whispers, but he doesn't stop stroking my hair, "I wish Ash were still alive, too, Georgie. I wish I could hate him, fight him, be angry at him... not this. And I wish he could be jealous. At least once, I want him to be jealous of something. That perfect motherfucker, I don't think he even knew what jealousy was."That makes me laugh through my tears."He didn't, he was never jealous," I say, remembering my sweet big bear, "Not even when I admitted I had a crush on you."That makes Cain move away from me so he can look into my eyes with the question in his eyes. "Yes, I told him. He said it was to be expected with how close we were. He said he only heard good things about you from Justin, so he understood why I would like you," I admit. Cain groans and drops his head back."How can someone like him exist? What the fuck," he com
{ Asheron }Confusion. That's all I am at the moment.I slowly open my eyes and look around me, trying to make some sense of where the hell I am, but then I fall asleep again. That happens a couple of times for I don’t know how long, but at some point, I see a woman close to me and I know she’s a nurse. So when I wake up again and I’m finally able to stay awake for longer than a few seconds, I force myself to talk. "Where am I?" I ask, repeating the question a couple of times because my voice refuses to come out correctly, "Where are my people?" "I'm sorry, Sir. You need to calm down," the woman says and she reaches me, "You're in the hospital. You've been in a coma for a few months, but you’re okay now.”What? I blink some more and look around again. Now this place makes more sense. But why am I here, specifically? How did I get here?"I understand your confusion, Sir, but I promise you're totally okay. I’ll go get your doctor," she says in a sweet voice that makes me relax just
"So... this is very, very new, okay?" He starts, nervous and looking everywhere except into my eyes. I'm about to punch the words out of him, "When my brother came back to the pack and saw Georgie again, their wolves fell in love. My aunt Julia says they're second chance mates. You know, since you died... only you didn’t."Georgie has a second chance mate. Cain, Justin’s little brother. Her best friend, the only guy she has ever liked besides me.I can't even react. This doesn’t seem real. I even let out a laugh. Maybe I am extremely high; that would explain why my wolf is asleep. "Dude, what the fuck is that about?" I laugh again, harder this time because everything is just so ridiculous. Justin looks at me with weird eyes but laughs too, “I have to kill your brother.”“Hey! No," he says, his laugh stopping immediately, "Absolutely not. My little brother is not at fault here, no one is. Ash, you actually died for about a minute and then for like, five minutes. Maybe that broke the
{ Georgette }Queen Elena Blues is unstoppable and vicious. She didn't give a shit about the council’s disapproval of her actions. She didn't give a shit about the THREE fucking warnings they gave her. And she didn't even give a shit about being arrested. She's still telling her Alpha to keep the war going. Poor Alpha Dean is between a rock and a hard place, so I don’t blame him for following his Queen’s instructions. I just feel bad for him.But I feel worse for myself. It has been a few days since I found my second chance mate but I haven't been able to really enjoy any of them. There's always something going on and I'm starting to get really angry. I'm one inconvenience away from going fully rogue and attacking the Blues pack just to show Elena I have way more manpower than her. The only reason her pack is still intact is because I'm not an asshole... but I'm starting to consider letting myself be an asshole.I walk five minutes late into a meeting with the council. Cain is alr
"Did you really give Asheron the jacket I gifted your ungrateful ass?" I text Justin one-handed, still holding Georgie's body. "And why didn't you tell me he was still alive, by the way? Seems like something one should mention.”"I also want to apologize for my mother's behavior," Asheron continues, standing up again and drawing my attention away from my phone. His voice sounds just as I remember it, slow and secure, as if he's used to having everyone's attention on him, all the time, "I can't even imagine the hell she went through, thinking I died, so... I beg for some consideration. I already called off the war that should’ve never even began. My pack is retreating as we speak. Alpha Dean was under my mother's instructions to keep going, but I took charge in this matter because, I promise you, I do not want any kind of war, especially not with my mate's pack.""My mate, you mean," I correct him, making the vibes around the table turn extremely tense and deadly awkward, "She's no lon
{ Georgette }Asheron is alive. He’s back home. I've been awake since Cain started slapping my face and my dad threw water at me, but I decided, for my own well-being, to keep my eyes closed as I process this information.Asheron is fucking alive. Alive. Alive. Alive. He never died; his buddy Jonah did. He was in a coma, not dead. He has been alive this whole time. God, I want to run to him and grab him in my arms... and I will. But not like this, and not right now.My wolf is not as surprised by this as I am, but she is very, very relieved. All this time, she had a feeling Asheron wasn't really dead. I used to think she was demented, but now I will never doubt her again. She can feel him, after all. Of course I shouldn’t have doubted her. She might be a slut, but her instincts are never wrong. Or maybe I will doubt her, actually, because she still chose to fall in love with someone else even knowing her man wasn’t dead. And because of that, I'm currently stuck between a rock and
I know this building like the back of my hand at this point, so I manage to turn left to the stairs and then run down... however, Asheron knows this building just as well."Georgette, what are you doing?" He asks, running behind me until we get to the garden, but then he stops, "Ouch, my leg..."That makes me stop immediately and look back at him. Never, ever, ever have I ever heard Ash complaining about pain. "What happened?" I ask as I approach him. He groans and grabs his knee, "Baby, what happened?""I..." he looks up at me. And as soon as I'm close enough, he grabs me, making me shriek, "I'm fine, sweetheart, but my leg is actually going to start hurting soon. I just needed you to stop running.""Oh, my god! You played me!" I complain but I'm not really angry. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up until I'm wrapping my legs around his legs just by muscle memory. But I know I shouldn’t let this happen, "Ash, I need you to let me go or I'm going to pass out again. This
"I don't like you, what are you doing in my palace? I thought I told you, your family is banned from my territory," she says that directly to me. "He showed up unannounced, babe." "I come here in peace," Cain says and takes something out of his pocket. It's a card. Nina frowns, but she can't fight her curiosity so she walks closer to grab it, "It's a 'shut the fuck up' coupon to use on my mom. You can give it to me at any point if you ever need to tell my mom to shut the fuck up. I will do it for you and I will be aggressive about it. She deserves worse for being such a bitch that day. I'll take the fallout for you." "To be honest, I'm not that scared to do it myself," Nina murmurs, but a smile starts to grow on her face, "However, this is appreciated." "Can we start over?" He asks, taking a step closer, "I am actually very, very cool. I swear." "Mhm, I’ll be the judge of that," Nina says, punching his arm like she usually does when she's play-fighting with her brothers. Cain tu
"I can't fucking believe I said that," he says, covering his face in shame, "It was extremely disrespectful, I'm truly sorry. And I guess you're right, this isn't new, I just haven't fully gotten over it. Of course I will one day, this is still new. But you're my girl, I do desire you a lot, you are very pretty in my eyes. I just can't wait for you to grow up some more." I nod with a sigh. "I'm not angry, not like last time," I assure him, Justin takes a deep breath in relief, "But I don't love to know I make you feel guilty or bad. It's good that we haven't had real sex yet, I don't want it to be a bad experience for either one of us. I want to feel wanted and loved. So, I think what we should do is... put a pause in the sexual aspect of our relationship." "What?" He gets tense and looks at me like I'm crazy, "That's not what I want." "Yeah, but it's what I want," I say, clenching a fist. It's not what I want at all, but fuck him for making me feel like wanting me is wrong, "Not
"I'm sorry you had to hear all that, I really am sorry," the King says, looking down in embarrassment, "My wife..." "Don't worry, I get it. Justin shouldn't have surprised any of us with this news, it's not something easy," I say, eyes set on my mate's. He's totally freaking out, "I think I've caused enough damage, can we just go now?" "Yes," he almost whispers and just gives one last look to his dad before grabbing a suitcase so we can leave, but he stays silent as we walk out, all the way to the car. And even when he starts driving, "I'm sorry, Nina." "You should be. This was 'that bad' and then some," I mutter, looking out the window, "About everything else you said… don't even say sorry. It's simply what you feel and I understand, let's leave it at that." "No, no, I don't want us to be at odds again," he says, his hands tightening on the steering wheel, "I want to clarify, I didn't mean I'm not attracted to your or that I don't like you, that's the opposite of the truth." "I
"Let's go," Justin wraps an arm around my waist and he leads me outside. "Wait, son, I'm sorry I haven't said anything. I was just processing and..." the King finally speaks and I try to stop and hear him out, but Justin keeps me moving. He doesn't even give his dad a look, he takes me all the way to the foyer. "Wait for me here, I'll go pick some stuff, then we're going back to Fox," he says and leaves, almost as fast as he brought me here. I sigh and look for a chair so I can get comfortable, but when a couple minutes pass and I realize Justin is probably going to take a long time, I start wandering a bit. It's so weird that this place has so many corridors and different living rooms. Like this one. It's exactly the same as the last one I entered. I don't know what specific purpose it serves but... I stand very still when I hear footsteps coming closer and then two different voices. I gasp and look around for a place to hide. I find a little closet and run to hide in there.
"Cain!" Justin roars and a couple of seconds later I feel some relief and I can breath again as the huge man gets lifted and my fated mate comes to my rescue. He grabs my arms and picks me up, "Are you okay, Nina?" "No," I complain, my whole body hurts, especially my ass and my chest. The guy crashed against me like he had a personal vendetta against me, "What the hell? Who is that hippopotamus?" "Nina," Justin sighs, still not happy with me. He moves away to let me see the guy and points at him. I know who he is as soon as I look at his face, "This is my brother, Cain." He looks like a younger, less manly version of Justin. "I'm so sorry, kid, I totally didn't see you," he says with a grimace, he's still trying to recover too. He looks at me deeply and frowns, "Since when do we hire minors, dad? Isn't child labor illegal here?" Great. Amazing. So, Cain is an asshole. I sigh and look at Justin, he looks even angrier now. I don't know how this is going to play out if my ma
During the drive to his pack, Justin tries his best to make me feel less nervous. I'm sure he can smell my stress, fear and nerves all mixed up in my scent. Thankfully, he assures me over and over everything is going to be fine and he asks me so many questions to get me rambling that I actually start to get distracted. Until we get to Kallistar and I enter the pack for the first time in all my life. I swear it's like a new filter is unlocked to my eyes. So much color, everywhere. There's even a big welcoming mural, as if a lot of people travel from Fox to Kallistar. The grass is really greener over here, the sky is bluer, the roads are so perfect and clean. This is a whole different world for me. I'm almost scared. Because I know this is basically my pack now. But I kind of like my ugly, old, messed up pack. It has character. It's full of working people who are always willing to help one another. No one thinks they're better than other people in Fox but I'm sure over here everyon
"So, that means... I have to be the one to do something about it?" I ask, swallowing in nerves. Justin lies down next to me. "Not necessarily if you don't want to. All I'm saying is... I need to relieve some pressure," he says, "I've been so stressed about the conquest and scared about my brother possibly being in danger. And you being mad at me. I was so fucking tired and stressed." Oops. I guess that's my fault. Or his, for pissing me off to begin with. "Well... if you tell me what you like, I could help you," I offer, excited again. To touch him, make him feel good. It's my right, after all. But again, Boring Justin gives me a look that says he's not that sure, "Do I really have to beg a man to let me make him come? That's not fun, Fated Mate." "No, no, it's not like that. It's not like I don't want you," he rushes to say. I squint at him. He keeps saying that but not showing me, "I just... don't feel... okay. Tell you what. If you really want to touch me, you can do it."
I wish we could do it again (and again, and again) but I have a feeling Justin will get in his own head again. He just can't accept me for some reason. This past few days I've been doing research in fated mates. It's always what I thought it should be... instant love. Instant passion. Instant love-making. Obviously, because what else is it going to be when you find the literal love of your life? People never fight it... except for him. And why? Because apparently he doesn't like the way I look. Or, he does, but then he feels guilty about it. I sigh and roll in bed. My nose catches his scent in the sheets and I moan, feeling all tingly again. I gulp and my hand moves down south to relieve the pressure, but then I gasp when I remember why I woke up so early today. I jump up and run to put on my clothes on go to work. ➿➿➿➿ Justin and his brother were successful. When I get his text in my new super fancy phone, I almost pass out with relief. He told me a few times that it wasn'
That makes her look up at me again, confused. "We're going to get the territory today. I could technically die out there," I say, even though I know the chances are slim to none. I guess I just want a little kiss. For me, but for her, too. { Nina } One little kiss. This man who has been practically ignoring me even though he invaded MY home is asking me for a little kiss? After grinding his dick against me last night? He has some nerve. "Okay," I say, because... what am I to do? I've been waiting for this opportunity the whole fucking time. I’m not the one who hates this bond. I know I shouldn’t be so easy, but I am. I want that kiss so bad. Justin licks his lips and ends the distance between us, but not too fast. He takes his time, looking into my eyes for a few seconds. "I'm really sorry I made you mad," he whispers, melting my insides, "We've only been mates a few days and I already fucked up, I can't even begin to explain how shitty I feel. I'm just trying to do t