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Olivia “Remind me again why I agreed to this epic disaster.” I grumble to my wolf, throwing clothes haphazardly into a suitcase. “Nevermind! I don’t want to hear it.” “Pups are happy.” She huffs, fighting every move I make as I pack my things. “They're two! Ice cream for breakfast makes them happy! Taking every toy they own into the tub at bathtime makes them happy. It’s not hard!” I purposely misunderstand her point and she snarls in frustration. I don’t want to think rationally right now. I don’t want to admit how much fuller the twins’ lives have become since we moved in here. I don’t want to think about how attached they’ve become to their dads in such a short time. Or the fact that it will devastate them to leave.It’s my fault really. Technically, Kaden hasn’t done anything wrong. I made it clear to him I wouldn’t accept our bond so why shouldn’t he move on with his life? After everything that’s happened between us, it shouldn’t hurt to see him with someone else. But it d
Declan “You want to tell me why the fuck our mate was packing her bags to leave tonight?” I round on Kaden as soon as we leave Olivia’s room. “Yeah, but it’s a long story and you’ll probably want a drink.” He looks drained and his tone is weary. It’s that alone that keeps me from jumping down his throat, silently following him to his office instead. He walks straight to the sideboard and pours us each a finger of whiskey. After handing me a glass, he sinks into the chair across from me with a groan that tells me more than any words could. In the wake of my injury, my best friend has been carrying the weight alone, and I can’t let him do that anymore. “Ana was here again today. Olivia walked in on her, found her sitting at my desk, naked.” He drops his head into his hands, exasperated. “I nearly fired the housekeeper for letting her in last time but she promised me it wouldn’t happen again.”. “We’ll deal with the house staff. What I want to know is what she said to my mate!” I
Olivia Something smells mouthwatering in a very non-food sort of way. It's sensual and seductive and completely intoxicating. I suck in deep lungfuls, wishing I could bathe in it. But all that does is make my head fuzzy and my skin tingle. I let out a sultry moan as my clit throbs and slick coats my thighs. The aching need between my legs demands all my attention. I slip my hand into my panties, shoving two fingers inside the place I desperately need to be filled. Suddenly, an arm tightens around my waist, stopping my exploration, and hot breath blows over my ear, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. “I’m gonna have to stop you right there, rosebud. I only have so much control and you’re about to decimate it.” “Declan?” I turn over, burying my face in his neck. “Why do you call me rosebud?” I slur between licking his skin like a thirsty kitten. A little voice tells me that’s the wrong response but I can’t seem to care. He barks out a laugh “You find me in your bed uninvited
Kaden I push back from my desk with a frustrated groan, rubbing my sore, tired eyes. I’ve been up all night, looking for any information that might explain what Ana and her father are up to. But it’s hard to focus when I can’t stop thinking about my mate. With every passing day, it gets harder not to hold her, touch her, show her how much I need her. Every day without her forgiveness is a dagger to my heart, and it’s been so long, I’m bleeding out on this old ugly-ass rug. Then there’s the permanent hard-on I’m walking around with lately. My body literally aches for her, my muscles sore like I went a few rounds with a heavy weight champ and lost. Badly. It makes me sick to my stomach to think how she must have felt all these years, rejected and separated from her mates. Not to mention the pain of all our affairs. Every one of them unfulfilling, meaningless, and in no way worth the suffering we put her through. “Fuck!” I throw my blank notepad across the room, more evidence of my
Kaden “Kaden!” Declan barks, His hand shoots out, covering my mouth just seconds before I manage to bond Olivia against her will. “What the fuck are you doing? Put your fangs away before I rip them from your skull!” “Fuck!” I jerk back, shaking off the haze that had me under its spell. I look down at Olivia, horrified at what I’d nearly done, but she’s deep in the thralls of heat, grinding her pert ass against my shaft while jerking Declan’s cock with her hand. “You good, brother?” Declan watches me warily. “Fuck, No! That was too close! I almost took her choice from her. Again! How could I fucking do that to her, Dec?” I almost ruined everything. She would have been tied to me forever but she would hate me for it. What the fuck was I thinking? I start to crawl off the bed, too ashamed to stay. But Declan grabs my arm, pulling me back. “It’s the heat man, it fucks with your brain. But I won’t let you do anything you’ll regret and you’ll do the same for me, right? She needs us
Olivia With a defeated sigh, I drop my towel in front of the full-length mirror and force myself to take in my pudgy form. I accepted long ago that I’d never have the svelte figure of most she-wolves. But on days like today, when I have to dress up and mingle with the rest of the pack, it’s a painful reminder of all the ways I’m different.I’d held out hope that with the birth of my wolf I’d finally attain the figure of my dreams, that my wolf would heal my damaged heart and I could finally do all the things other wolves do to stay fit and trim. But that dream was just the sour cherry on top of the sundae of my life’s many bitter disappointments. My softer, rounder figure is here to stay, just one more thing that makes me stand out. And I really hate to stand out. It’s not that I can’t handle what people think of me. I’m used to the ridicule by now. It’s my family I really feel bad for. My parents are the pack’s Betas, powerful wolves who should have had strong heirs, not a daughter
Olivia Declan’s hateful words replay over and over in my mind as I make my escape, not even slowing when Ellie calls my name. I have to get out of here before the dam breaks because I refuse to let any of those monsters see me cry. They don’t deserve my tears. I’ve barely made it out the door before the familiar dull ache flares to life in my chest, telling me at least one of my mates is already more pleasantly occupied. As if I needed more proof that I’m less than nothing in their eyes, they don’t even stop to celebrate my misery before moving on to more entertaining things like their next conquest. Too many nights I’ve lain in bed on the brink of sleep, only for the throbbing in my chest to startle me awake. At least this time I’m prepared for the torture to ensue I hurry to make my way home as the discomfort intensifies, the pain a raging inferno, the torment too much to endure. By the time my house is in sight, I’m practically crawling, every step pure agony. I’m panting for
Olivia It’s been months since the night I stood on that cliff, contemplating my own demise. Sometimes I still wonder if I made a mistake, not ending my life. But in the end, I just couldn’t do it, couldn’t cause my family any more pain, even if it means my own suffering. I’ve had a near perfect track record of avoiding my mates since the Full Moon party, though the pain of them betraying the bond visits me most nights. Unfortunately, that painfully short reprieve from their presence has come to an end. My best friend Ellie met her mates and we’re all in Sacred Moon for her Luna ceremony, making avoiding them impossible. The party is raging around us. Everyone is smiling, dancing, celebrating but I just don’t have the energy to pretend. My eyes wander to the dance floor of their own accord, immediately finding the men I least and most want to see. They’re each wrapped up in women far more beautiful than me, with smiles on their faces and laughter in their eyes. The pang of loss that