Marcus I had received a call from Agent Simpson about my attack at my home. My heart was in my mouth because I was scared for the people I had left behind. They told me that Michael and Ingrid were the only ones home, and they both had been injured severely. What I did not expect was for them to ask me for my location. The moment he did that, I knew what they were planning, so I told him I would go to their office. They did not wait for me to get to the human side of our community, they arrested me at the border. They also came prepared with armoured tanks and silver galvanised weapons. They weren't playing. I did not want them to find Willow's Pack because if they did, it wouldn't take long for them to make out that our children were there. With all that was happening and my family being the target lately, they needed not to know where my children were. I surrendered at the border, and they arrested me. They were gentle about it since they did not meet any resistance. "I need to
Marcus The bed in my room was comfortable, but I couldn't sleep. With the battery of my phone dead, I was clueless about what was going on. I wanted to call Delan to find out if Ginger had left with our children. I wanted to find out how Michael was doing and if Ingrid was alright. I also wanted Gwen to know I did not hang up on her because I knew she could be petty sometimes. I knew they deliberately refused to give me a charger for my phone. I remained calm in the room until agent Lee came in the morning to see me. "Good Morning, Alpha Renfield," he said, looking refreshed, he handed a phone charger to me, and I took it from him. "I had left the premise by the time you requested for the charger," He said, but I knew he was lying. He smelled like he slept in the building and cleaned up there, but I kept it to myself. Something must have happened because his countenance had changed. He wasn't so bold anymore. "Do you mind calling Alpha Mathlaw to let him know you are fine and we ar
Marcus After breakfast, I picked up my phone to talk to Gwen. I was worried that she would be angry, thinking I had hung up on her. I needed to know she was alright, and let her know that my battery had died while we were talking. I dialled Gwen's line, and it rang a bit before she answered. The moment I heard her voice, my heart was relieved. I sighed and waited, then spoke. "Hello," I said, "Marcus, are you alright?" she asked with concern, and I was glad she wasn't mad at me. "Yes, Gwen. I am so sorry. Last night my battery died while we were still talking. I wanted to charge it, but the ISA did not give me a charger until this morning." I explained. I sighed, waiting for her to speak and hoping my silence had not caused her to worry. My heartbeat wasn't steady, and I longed to hear her put it at ease. "I am not mad, Marcus. I am glad you are alright. I was really pissed off." she said, and I heard her sob. My heart broke because it wasn't my intention to hurt her. "I miss y
Gwen After speaking with Marcus in the morning, my heart was at rest. I honestly believed he hung up on me, but I was glad to find out his battery had died. I did not trust the ISA, and as much as I wanted to believe Marcus and be calm about his arrest, I couldn't. I was worried. I felt the same way I did when he was kidnapped by Uldrich, only that this time, I knew where he was. I did not want Mason to know I was worried, so I tried to mask my fears. I was afraid that the I.S.A would do something to him. I was afraid they would hurt him or maybe worse. Take him away from us permanently. I had to keep it together while we spoke on the phone so I did not destabilise him, but I rushed to the bathroom as soon as I hung up. I was panicking, and I did not want Mason to see me this way. I stared at my reflection in the mirror by the toilet sink and dried my tears. While I tried to wipe them away, more fell, and I allowed them to fall. I have been keeping it together since we got to the cl
Gwen We drove in silence, and Mason was careful not to do or say anything that would push me over the edge. Leah told me to loosen up, but I couldn't. I was sad, scared, angry, name it. I felt all the emotions that should not be felt, at the same time. I was worried that the ISA would hurt Marcus, and I was worried we would have to fight another war. I knew Ingrid was a victim in all of this, and I felt like a bitch for reacting the way I did to Michael when we discussed Ingrid, but I couldn't help the fact that my Marcus was arrested because of her. I couldn't help the fact that she was an intruder, someone that shouldn't be in our home or in our lives, and I hated her attitude. It made me sick. Mason parked at the forest packhouse. He waited for me to alight from the jeep, but he never came down. "Are you not coming?" I asked him, and he shook his head. "Will be back in approximately two hours. I need to collect a file from the Private Investigator, Timber Dalton. He has a lead
Gwen Marcus was still teasing me when my phone rang. It was Mason. I answered in a hurry. I heard the wind, and I knew he was driving. "Hey do you want to spend the evening at the park?" he asked, and I giggled. "Marcus is here, Mace," I said, and he was silent a bit. "Cool, I am on my way back," he said and hung up. I looked at Marcus and smiled. Before I could speak, someone knocked on the door and brought in the food. The spread was amazing. "I had them make something for the three of us," Marcus said, and I smiled. I was already soaking wet, but I held it together. "He will soon be here," I told Marcus, and he smiled, pouring us a glass of wine each. I smiled at him and collected a glass of red wine from him. "What is the occasion?" I asked him, and we clinked glasses. I took a sip and watched him do the same. All I could see was those tempting lips. They had done so much to me, that my insides were clenching at the thought of what they would do to me tonight. I tried to k
Gwen I kissed back and forth between Mason and Marcus. I moved so well that soon I couldn't tell who I was kissing, but I loved it. Feeling their hands all over my body as they worshipped me, I knew I was in heaven. I moaned and allowed myself to soak so they could smell me. Marcus undid my robe and let it fall off my body. I kissed his neck and could taste the dry champagne that Mason had spilt on him, and it tasted sweet on his skin. I turned towards Mason and did the same things. He took off his shirt and let me feel his abs. I turned back to Marcus and kissed him. Their bodies rubbed against mine gently, igniting a sensual fire in me. I was in heaven. They were both naked, and I felt them hard and ready. My p*ssy clenched, aching to milk something. I went down between the two men and went to work. They were mine, mine to have and mine to please, and I loved it. Kara called me greedy, and she might be right because I couldn't get enough of my men. I bobbed my head back and forth on
Gwen We later went to bed after the hearty cold meal. It was delicious. We were hungry enough to appreciate the food cold. I had to commend Mason's kitchen staff. They knew how to cook. I slept between my men, while they held me. I felt loved and protected, and I thanked my stars for both of them. We had to do something about the rogues so we could have our peace and enjoy our lives. I snuggled peacefully and had the best night in a long time. I missed my children, and the knowledge that I would soon see them made me happier than I have been in a while. We woke up in the morning, and the three of us headed to the clinic. It was just like old times. Mason driving, Marcus in the passenger's side, and me at the back. We talked about the ISA agents and laughed all the way. Mason could not stop mimicking Ratched's fearful rants as Keith took him away. Mason made sure the agents were cared for, but he wanted to send them a message, and I was sure they got it loud and clear by now. We arri