Gwyneth Marcus and I spent two days indoors making love. He didn't let me step outside, and I wasn't allowed to go on runs. He kept me indoors. If we weren't watching television, we were eating or getting it on. "We can't stay cooped up indoors forever, Marcus," I said, snuggling into his arms. "You can't get pregnant doing all those activities," he said, and I realised what he was doing. "I asked the doctor about it, and he said we are likely to be successful if you aren't under a lot of stress," he said, and I laughed. "Very well then, Let's see how it works," I said and paused awhile. I have wanted to ask him some things since we got home, but I kept postponing, afraid that the questions might be traumatic for him, but I needed to ask now. "Marcus, I do not want to spoil the mood, but I have a lot of questions for you," I said, and he turned to look at me. "Shoot," he said, and I cleared my throat, unsure where to begin. "Do you have an Idea about who orchestrated what happe
Gwyneth My father's discoveries did not sit well with Marcus. I could feel his apprehension. My father left as soon as he had delivered the message. He said he would have just called, but he wanted to deliver the files in person because he did not trust the people at his pack in the meantime. I persuaded him to stay the night, but he didn't want to be away from Ginger for long and knowing how Marcus fusses over me, I could understand. Marcus was uncomfortable with my father's findings because that would put him at loggerheads with Mason. We returned to our room after the meeting with my father, and Marcus did not say a word to me. I knew I had to break the ice. "So what are we going to do about this now?" I asked Marcus, and he shook his head in response. "Mason is my best friend, I already have issues with him because of our relationship, we are just working through that and now this. How do I tell him his favourite uncle is a suspect?" He said. Marcus laid down on the bed and sta
Gwyneth Marcus left me in the Alpha house to attend to some matters. He had requested Delta Mathlaw to keep me company while he tried to figure out what was going on in the pack. He sent Michael to search the territory secretly for a factory or warehouse that might contain monkshood or the drug. I sat nervously in the living area, waiting for my guest to arrive. To my surprise, Sylvia came instead. "Hello," she greeted me casually and tried to be disrespectful about it. "Is that how you greet your Luna?" I asked her, and she tried to be nonchalant. "He is just using you, you know, Kaylin will always be in his heart," she said, and I began to laugh. It was honestly funny how much effort the woman puts into trying to make herself feel good. "I have a mark on my neck that says otherwise, and he is wearing only my mark now, so I think Kaylin is a bygone now," I said, and she squeezed her face a bit. "I guess you didn't enjoy the show you got last time when you barged into his office
Gwyneth We spent almost a week in the Clement pack, and Marcus was yet to find anything concrete on the Delta. He had begun to think my father had given us false information because the so-called payments did not reflect in Lucas' accounts, and his emails were clean. The hacker checked his deleted mails too, and it was as if there was no exchange between him and my uncle. It made both of us wonder why anyone would want to lead my father in that direction. It also made Marcus declare my Uncles' mistress as a person of interest. Although Marcus did not want to say it, my father was also a person of interest, and the alleged false information that he had brought had made things worse. I couldn't despise it, but I hoped that Marcus would not move against him until he was sure it was him. I had prepared my mind for the worst. But I hoped deep down it wouldn't come to that. Marcus finally had a lead on Udlrich and decided to check it out. I was to return to our pack alone without him. I di
Gwyneth I woke up before the sun was out and was ready to leave. I hoped that what happened the night before was a dream, but I knew it wasn't. The bastard had set me up, and I had fallen for it. I should have known he hadn't meant well. The fact that he asked me weird questions and refused to drink the wine was a sign that I should not trust him. But I foolishly sat with him and drank the wine. I shouldn't have been so trusting of someone that we suspected initially. He might have been innocent of what we suspected him of, but he was a bad man, and he had done me a great evil. I hoped he didn't make good on his promise. On my journey back to the pack, I tried Marcus's line a couple of times, but he refused to answer. After a while, he sent me a message to check my email. Nothing was endearing about the text, so I figured something had happened. What I saw in the mail shocked me. They had made it seem as if I had thrown myself at the delta, and I was enjoying the make-out session. It
Gwyneth I heard someone enter the room and I became scared. Thinking someone had come to take advantage of me, I was on the defensive. Lucas's action had left me jittery, and the fact that Marcus hadn't spoken to me in almost forty-eight hours didn't help either. "It's me, Gwen," I heard Marcus voice, and I got up and pounced on him immediately. I hugged him tightly. "It's a lie, Marcus," I said, on and on and on, but he was stiff and didn't hug me back, so I pulled away from him. He went to shower and spent a lot of time in the shower. I was nervous and worried and didn't know what to do. I didn't know if he was going to end things or put me on probation. I didn't know what he was going to do to me at all. When he came out of the bathroom in his boxer shorts, I was worried, so I walked to him, but he pushed me and held me against the wall. I wanted to cry, but I held it together. He took in my scent and didn't say anything. I knew I had held my breath, but it was out of worry. T
Gwyneth I wanted to join Marcus to question Uldrich, but he refused. All he wanted to do was celebrate the news of the pregnancy. He postponed the questioning for the next day. "That asshole is lucky his tricks didn't affect the baby," Marcus said, referring to what Lucas Mathlaw had done. I was too curious to find out how he was dealt with that I had to ask Marcus. I knew we were having a romantic dinner celebration, but I needed to know. Leah needed to know. I wanted to deal with the bastard so bad, that I couldn't help myself. "I feel Leah's anger," Marcus said, smiling at me, " You must hate that bastard for what he tried to do," Marcus said, and I nodded. "Lucas had always had an issue. Even his brother, my father's friend, had issues with him. He is jealous and greedy. His daughter takes after him, that was why it didn't work out between us. The guy is just angry that I did not install him as the alpha of the Clement pack," Marcus said, and I was curious to know why. "Why?"
Gwyneth We got ready early in the morning and headed off to the warehouse where Uldrich was being held. I was so excited that Marcus allowed me to come along, and I couldn't hide it. He kept smiling at me. Instead of driving, he had a Kappa drive us to the venue. Michael sat at the passenger's seat, and there were two vans loaded with warriors accompanying us to the venue. The orders were simple, in the event of an attack, three warriors were to detach and get me to safety. I didn't like it, but I had promised not to get involved, and I knew I had to keep that promise. The warehouse was heavily guarded, and I could understand why Marcus was being careful. Uldrich was the pharmaceutical scientist behind the drug. The Baron might not want us to get the wealth of information he had. "Are you nervous?" Marcus asked me, laying his hand on mine, and I looked at him and smiled. "A bit," I replied, and he kissed me passionately, then placed his hand gently on my flat belly. "Don't be," he
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