Gwyneth. Mason gave me some space and didn't pressure me to do anything. I cried throughout the night and the day. I honestly didn't think this through. I should have just gone with Marcus. I wanted him to hold me and make love to me. I wanted him. All I wanted was for him to tell me he loved me and claim me. While I was on the bed in fetal position, someone knocked, and I told the person to enter. "Luna Gwen, Beta Micheal is here to see you," I heard the voice, and I turned to see who was speaking. It was one of Mason's Omegas "Where can I receive him?" I asked. "Follow me," She said, and I wore a house robe. The instant I entered the guest lounge and saw Micheal's battered face, I began to cry. He was healing, but I knew what had happened. "Gwen why did you run away?" he asked me, and I shook my head, crying. "I am so sorry Micheal, I couldn't take it anymore," I confessed. "He has lost it, Gwen. He has gone completely mad. He blames me for bringing you here. He said you wou
Gwyneth I headed towards my pack in tears knowing what would happen when I got there. My father would call Marcus to come and get me, and I did not know the kind of mood the Alpha would be in. I had run halfway when I decided to stop. "This is all your fault!" I blamed Leah, and she remained silent. "You just couldn't leave well enough alone. He would have claimed us. You just had to fight Ivan and run to Mason. Look at the mess your actions have created. Did you see Micheal's face?" I asked my wolf, and she whimpered. "because of you, I have nowhere to go. I can't go to my father because he will send me to Marcus. I can't go to Marcus because I don't know what he would do, or if he would ever trust me again and I cannot go to Mason because that could get him killed. We have already created a problem between best of friends. Leah! Look what you did," I said, and Leah began to pace about in the bush. We had nowhere to go. I was afraid. The woods were no longer safe, with mutant drug
Gwyneth. Marcus did not say a word and began to kiss me. He kissed me so fiercely, and I responded. I had missed him. It had only been a day, but it felt like forever. I moaned and began to cry. I felt his sadness and his need. My leg hurt, but it didn't matter. I wanted my husband, and I need him. He travelled down my br**st, and unlike with Mason, it felt right with Marcus. I moaned at his ministrations and cried. This man had me right where he wanted. My body was a traitor where he was concerned, and even stupid Leah was responding. He eased himself into me and groaned from relief. "Gwen," he moaned, and I became wetter. He pumped gently, and I called on to him. "I am sorry Gwen," he apologised. And I held him close. "I am sorry, Marcus. I am so sorry," I apologised, and he continued to pump until I came. I needed the release badly. He stilled and poured into me and held me tight, leaving his c*ck inside me for my p**sy to milk him for all it could give. Marcus held me for a
Gwyneth,Marcus woke up the next morning in high spirits. I knew he was happy because I had never heard him hum before, but he was humming and whistling. I felt it was a bit insensitive of him judging by what happened and the fact that people had died, but I guess having me with him was more important than all that."Good morning, beautiful," he said, kissing me and ready to take me, but my bad leg was a bit sore, and I wasn't going anywhere. I immediately declined, and he insisted on making out instead. I rolled my eyes and just allowed him. We ended up making love that morning. Marcus knew my buttons, and he knew how to get what he wanted from me. While we got ready for the day, my heart went to Mason because I had left him high and dry. What Leah and I did was cruel. We had called on his wolf, got his hopes up, and left him when he needed us. I hated myself because even though I was with Marcus, I was worried about Mason. I was scared that Marcus would figure it out, so I wore a smi
GwynethThe moment the meeting was over, my father asked to see me in private, and Marcus allowed it. Walking my father to his truck, limping, I wondered why he wanted to see me. He reached into the cockpit of the truck and handed me my phone."Mason has called over a hundred times," my father said with a disapproving tone. "your husband must not know Gwen. That man is very jealous and possessive. What I have also come to find out is that he is a good man and he loves you. Do not do anything stupid and break him. He has been through a lot." my father warned me, and I was a bit offended. Whose side was he on? I was his daughter.I collected my phone and checked it. Mason had called quite alright and also sent me dozens of messages. I knew I needed to read them and respond, but I did not know how I would do it without Marcus knowing.I begged my father to wait for me and headed back in. I went to Marcus's office, but he was on the phone, so I told him I was going to my father's house and
Gwyneth.I cried for so long, knowing that the bliss I was experiencing wasn't going to last. If Mason made good on his promise, all hell will break loose. Even though Marcus hadn't said it, I knew he loved me. This was bad for all of us. I cried for so long that I did not hear Ginger enter my room. She was shocked to see me crying and she came to hold me."Mate drama?" she asked, and I nodded. She examined my neck and looked sad. I knew she was looking for a mark, but unfortunately, Marcus still hadn't claimed me. One would think with all the tantrums and fear, that would be the first thing he would do, but he still managed to hold back. I resented him for it and I hated that I loved him still. Mason adding to my problems by confronting Marcus, wasn't going to help."I don't know what to do, Ginger. I ran away because I couldn't control the heat anymore, but I ran to my potential mate and now he is adding to my troubles," I confessed to Ginger, and decided to open up to her about my h
GwynethGinger was so happy about the pregnancy. She was beaming with joy and I was happy for her. The woman had it all. She had something similar to the life that I wanted. Fate had to pair me up with damaged goods. How the hell was I going to fix Marcus when he didn't want to be fixed. I feared that he wouldn't claim me."I honestly thought you won't react well to the news," Ginger confessed after I hugged her."Why would you think that?" I asked, surprised and looking at both her and my father."Because you are an only child, Gwen. I was afraid you would feel you are being replaced," She said and I began to laugh."Are you kidding me?" I asked her amused, "A sibling was long overdue," I told them and we all began to laugh.I watched how they were around each other and I felt lonely. All I had with Marcus was sex and nothing more. I held myself from crying. As much as I wanted better, I knew there was nothing I could say or do to make him give me what I wanted. Ginger told me he was
*Warning explicit content*GwynethI woke up on the bed with Marcus laying beside me and I felt Awkward. I had a feverish feeling, and I opened the fridge to drink cold water to quench my thirst.I sat on the floor by the bed and cried. Marcus was being unfair and unnecessarily cold. I needed to be strong. I wasn't a fool. I knew going to Mason had changed some things. So I decided to do something else. I would occupy my mind training and going on missions. The farther I was from him might help.While we ate breakfast in silence, I summoned the courage to speak to him."Marcus," I called his attention and he answered me as if nothing was the matter."I will like to go on missions." I requested, and he dropped his fork."Luna's don't go on missions," he argued."Real Lunas, Marcus. I want to occupy myself with work, please. It will help." I said to him and he didn't seem happy."Do you know what will happen to you out there when you are on heat?" he asked me and I shook my head."Anyone
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