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Mason I sat on the bench with Marcus thinking of the many things I might do to whoever was responsible for this. I did not fully think it was Kara, but she was the only one that had that kind of motive. She hated Gwen and did not hide it. Once I was done here, I was going to hunt her down and arrest her. I do not care what the law says. Marcus and I made the laws around here, and that bitch had touched me in the wrong place. Gwen was my life. If I found out that Kara had a hand in this, I wouldn't think twice before killing her. While I sat on the bench, I remembered the frame of mind Gwen was in before I left her. She was afraid that someone or some people were trying to steal our peace. I had promised her nothing would happen, and she let me know it wasn't mine to make. She was correct. Look what happened a few hours later. Never again would I leave her alone anywhere, even if Marcus thinks that is what is best. It was better the intruders stole our stuff or planted cameras and mic
Mason We returned home after Gwen was discharged from the hospital. Marcus had the place fixed up, and it looked like nothing happened there, but we knew otherwise. I could still see the scene live in my head. I was glad Gwen was alright. I wanted Gwen to go and rest in the bedroom, she refused. She had been through a horrible ordeal, she needed all the rest she could get, but she refused. She sat in the living room, trying to watch television. "Marcus tell her to go lie down," I urged, and he looked at me and looked away, smiling. "No way," he linked me, and I sighed. "I can't believe you expect me to go to bed." Gwen began, "I have been in bed for two days. Two days, Mason." she complained, and I gave up. I was about to sit next to her when my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller Id, and it was Ingrid. "Hello," I answered. "Good evening Alpha Mathlaw," she said, and I replied. "How is Luna Mackenzie doing?" She asked. I wondered why she would be concerned about Gwen, and
Gwen I could not believe I had just had a near-death experience at the hands of humans. When Mason told me I did not want a war with them, I did not understand until now. I had to thank the goddess that the humans did not know how to kill a wolf, or maybe they did not intend to kill anyone. The way they behaved showed they were not expecting anyone to be home. I suspected they were the ones that dumped the bodies in our woods to distract us. But what I did not know was why. If humans were doing this, it meant wolves were working with humans to destroy our peace and get us out of the way. It was either that, or they were in business together, and we seemed to be an obstacle that needed to be removed. They were snooping about our living room, and I wondered why. I was just grateful to be alive. I thanked my stars while my mates held me. I did not want them to blame themselves for this, but I knew they would, especially Mason, because he did not let me follow him. But he was right about
Gwen I slept peacefully, sandwiched between Mason and Marcus. It was just like every night, but this felt a bit different. I had survived a huge ordeal. If it weren't for luck, I wouldn't be here with them. I thanked my stars for coming through for me. I woke up in the morning and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast for my men. I had something planned for the morning of the day they attacked me, but the corpses in the woods had spoiled everything. With Ingrid in our home, I had to change my plans slightly, and just leave it at the food. On my way to the kitchen, I found Ingrid on her laptop. "Good morning," I greeted her nicely, and she looked up at me a bit angry. "I guess you slept well because I didn't," she said rudely, and I was tempted at that moment to kick her out. I tried to control my nerves and just walked away. She would be spending more than just one night on the couch. I knew exactly how to treat her. I went into the kitchen and prepared the only thing I knew ho
Mason I dressed up and was ready to go to the office. Usually, Gwen would follow, but Marcus offered to stay with her at home, so I left with Michael and Ingrid. On my way out, Gwen kissed me passionately and begged me not to be long, promising me a lot if I returned early. I couldn't pass off on her promises, and I was almost tempted to stay, but Ingrid wanted to go through some documents in my office. I was probably going to leave Michael and Ingrid at the office, so I could return, and we could have the house to ourselves. "I will be back early," I promised Gwen and left. I felt on top of the world leaving the house. I thanked my stars for keeping Gwen alive and making sure she survived the attack. I wondered what I would have done if she had died. I doubted I would have been able to survive it. I sat at the passenger side of the jeep, Ingrid was at the back, and Michael drove. The tension between the two was almost palpable, and I wondered why. None of us liked Ingrid, but it s
Gwen I sat in the living room cuddled in Marcus's arms. I had missed him dearly. I hoped he would be staying longer this time around. He had come and gone for six months now, and it was almost as if Mason and I were the only ones that lived in our home. I was glad he was back but sad that Ingrid and Michael would be sharing our home in the meantime. I hoped we solved the whole 'organ stealing wolves' mystery, so we could move on with our lives. Marcus kissed me deeply without saying a word, and I did not want to let go of him. I had missed him so much. I grabbed his head and did not want to let go. His tongue was warm and sweet, and I drank him in. Softly he placed his hands on my thighs, and I moaned as he travelled with his hands up my inner thigh, closer to my sex. I wore a big t-shirt with nothing under but my panties, and I knew they were soaked. Marcus travelled with his kisses to my ears and whispered. "I missed you," then he licked the lobe lightly. I was coming apart, and
Gwen Marcus looked confused, and I could not tell him. "Girl stuff," I said, trying to play it off. "Tell me what you want, I will go get it for you. You need to rest," he said, pointing at the way I was swaying a bit while standing. The orgasms had drained my strength completely, and I should be sleeping right now, but I didn't want to sleep, I wanted to get the morning-after pills to stop myself from getting pregnant. I had not been paying attention to my cycle, so I did not know if I was ovulating or not. I was genuinely scared of telling him that I was on birth control, but as things were, I had to. The morning-after pills was not a hundred per cent guarantee, but the odds were better if I took it now than later. "I.." I said, looking at him and I tried to sit because I was tired. "I want to get morning-after pills," I confessed. "What for Gwen?" he asked, and I looked up at him. He was more concerned than disappointed. " I do not want to have more children now," I confessed
Mason Ingrid sat on the chair, impatient. She was eager to see what my private investigator had found out. She looked at Michael, a bit uneasy. I believed it was because of the way he threw Kara out. If she was going to judge his character based on that, then she truly was unwise. I noticed that Michael tried to stay as far away from her as possible. Keith felt the tension and kept it to himself, but he would often glance, from Michael to Ingrid. At a point, I figured they had communicated between themselves. I wondered what Michael might have told him. "So?" Ingrid asked me with an impatient and a bit disrespectful tone, and I looked away from the monitor to speak to her. "As much as we are trying to be hospitable towards you, you are making it hard, agent," I said to her, and she looked away. "We want to get to the bottom of this as badly as you do. Our peace and lives are at stake, and the werewolf community has a lot more to lose, but I will not be disrespected on my own side o
Gwen. We were amazed when we arrived at the airport in Gardenia. It was a beautiful view. There were video commercials and posters that had wolves on. It was as it was described; a werewolf country, or so it seemed. The people were friendly at the airport. The arrival had many free souvenirs for visitors. I felt my babies kick, and I knew this was it. The triplets were so excited it was challenging to hold on to them. Marcus and Mason were doing everything they could to stop them from running about the place. Linbec put us in a situation where we had to hide away, demarcated from the rest of the world, but this place was different. It celebrated us. I saw a video of the president welcoming visitors, and I wondered if they created a welcome video every time they had a new president or if this guy was just different. When we stepped out, Marcus wanted to look for two cabs when a government-licensed S.U.V parked in front of us. A friendly-looking guy in a suit exited the S.U.V and ca
Gwen. It did not take long for the suspects to be arraigned in court. Larry took a plea bargain and had a significantly reduced sentence. Benjamin took his own life. I knew it was because he could not deal with the shame of what he did. Honestly, I was glad he was dead. Being a former president, I doubted if his punishment would be much, and it would have been wrong to let him get away with all the heinous crimes he committed. Michael and Ingrid were trying to resolve their differences, but he had difficulty trusting her. I pleaded with him to give her a second chance because we knew she stood no chance against Larry and Benjamin. He was still angry over the fact that she did not open up to him. Michael was content with being friends and kept it that way for now. Hopefully, they would resolve their differences in the future, and he would forgive her. I knew they still loved each other very much. Hopefully, they will see it too and put the past behind them. The wedding was going to t
Mason. The new development was highly welcomed, and I could not wait for it to start. As much as I did not want to trust Barnes and Miles, I knew they were being sincere for now. It was easy to believe because it was a union that would have mutual benefits. I sat in the car and couldn't wait to get home to Gwen and the triplets. Retirement was still in the plan even though the peace seemed as if it would be stable. I could not wait to see Gwen and the triplets and celebrate the joy with them. "Can you believe what is about to happen?" I asked Marcus, and he smiled at me, nodding. "Gwen will be most thrilled about it." He replied, and that was when I summoned the courage to ask what I wanted. "Marcus," I said, and he looked at me eagerly. " I know everything is alright and well, but I want to ask Gwen to marry me," I said, and he frowned at me. "Is it because of the humans?" he asked, and I shook my head. "Not at all, Marcus; it is something that I had pondered about for a whil
Marcus. We got ready for the meeting with Barnes. As much as Gwen wanted to come with us, I did not allow it. She needed to rest. It was tough convincing her to remain, but she eventually agreed. Michael came around to keep her company, so It was easier for us. I had placed Michael as Beta, and everyone had reverted to their old ranks. Scott was the most pleased. I could see his relief. I did not know the work I delegated to him was that much until I saw his relief. Gwen and Michael had a lot of catching up to do, and I was hopeful that she would not even notice our absence. Michael refused to get back together with Ingrid, and I wanted to talk to him about it. I knew he was still mad at her but judging the situation, I believed it was best he forgave for the sake of his peace. Our children would be out of the bunker by the time we returned, and I was eager to see them hold them and play with them. It had been tough being without them. I was glad that everything seemed to be over.
Marcus. I could not believe what had just happened to us. A solution and a problem. The mindless wolves they showed would be the first image humans of Linbec will have about us. There was no sensible way to manage this situation. If we are ever discovered, how will we prove to them that we is nothing like what they had seen on their screens? The human pop culture about us did not help matters either. We were fucked. Gardenia started looking more promising than it was yesterday. "What do we do now?" Mason asked. I could see the frustration in his eyes. "Breathe, and let it all play out," Gwen said, and I looked at her because she was panicking just now. "The government likes to control its citizens. Knowledge is power, and the government would not allow the citizens to have that kind of power. They will find a way to throw it off." She said, and I frowned at her. "Do you know how many werewolf sightings and stories they have buried? This will not be the first, nor will it be the la
Gwen. It was amazing how simple the solution was. We had overthought many things, and that had somehow blown the issue out of proportion. If Barnes was right and could be trusted, it simply meant that everything would be alright. I intended to discuss retirement with Marcus and Mason. I know how much they liked running things, but we needed to focus on our family. I was tired of putting myself in harm's way for the sake of ingrates. We had lives too, and our lives were important. Our children needed us. As much as I would love to remain in charge, I just wanted to run my home and start a floral business. I had enough of the war. I wanted love and peace. After our discussion with Barnes, Marcus decided we should go to our second home, it had been a while, but that place held memories. Memories of my cripple days. It was there that I began to look within and appreciate what I really had. Being Luna did not matter anymore to me in that house. My children were with me, and I had concei
Mason. Gwen slept most of the day, so I opted to carry her to the room while Marcus closed the office. She opened her eyes the moment I lifted her from the couch. "I can walk, Mace," she said with a sleepy smile. Her scent was more like mine. She looked cute, and I smiled at her. "Let me carry you, Gwen," I said, and she wrapped her arms around my neck to oblige me. She rested her head against my chest and tried to drift back into sleep. Our mission must have really drained her, and her body was currently trying to adjust. While I carried Gwen towards the packhouse, I thought of the possibility that we might not fight a war, and I was thankful. If Barnes comes through for us, we can fix the problem, retire in peace and build our family. Marcus was right not to want war. We had too much to lose. Carrying Gwen in my arms made me realise just how much we had to lose. I was sure that she would not back down if it came to war, and I could not bear to lose her. She might be immune to si
Marcus. It was amazing to see how quickly Larry cracked after seeing the press release. It also showed the shallow nature of human friendship. Larry was loyal, and Benjamin wasn't. Larry's love for Mia also was troubling especially knowing how they viewed our kind and what they intended to use us for. It is heartbreaking. "Why should we trust you?" I asked Larry, but his crimson eyes had said it all. He was hurt, broken and felt betrayed. "This was not my plan," He said, "Benjamin had made some bad decisions that had affected our currency and economic stability. Many bad decisions that they would ask for his head if the people knew. Of course, Barnes wasn't in the know, and we kept it that way. Eventually, it was going to be exposed." He said, and I got curious. I wasn't patient with vague explanations. I prefered details, so I interrupted him. "Can you be specific about his mistakes?" I asked him, looking bored, and he nodded. He looked at the television long and hard. I was sure
Mason. I could not believe the extent of the wickedness of Larry and Benjamin. I wondered who else was in on it. To think of us as tools and disposable was cruel and wicked. I thought of Mia and could not imagine the torture the woman had gone through at the hands of that monster. If he did not see us as humans, he must have treated her like an animal. I felt sorry for her, and I could not wait for Timber to get back to us. "Are you really going to inform them at Gardenia?" Gwen asked Marcus, and he looked as if he was thinking about it. "I do not know, really," he said, and I frowned at him. "Are you contemplating it?" I asked him, and he looked at me a bit confused. "I have never been out of Linbec before, and neither have you. How the hell are we supposed to inform them? Who do we tell? Even if Timber can help us get the word across, we really do not know who these people are and what they are capable of. Even though Linbec's government is wrong for trying to take over another