Gwyneth I was soaking wet down there. Marcus wanted foreplay, but I needed him to calm my body down first before any other thing. "Give it to me, Marcus," I told him between moans, and he growled. He unbuckled and placed himself inside me. I was soaking wet, and he pumped. I dug my nails into his back, and he pumped some more. "Harder, Marcus," I screamed, and I didn't have to ask twice. He placed me on the bed and slammed into me until I came all over him. Screaming and calling his name, begging for more. I kept cuming over and over again. Until he stilled and poured into me. The moment he came, I began to cry. "I am here," he said and held me tight, " I am here, Gwen. It is okay," He said, trying to calm me down. " I don't want to go back there, Marcus. I don't think I can hold out on him for long. Leah..." I said I decided not to complete the sentence, so I don't spoil his mood. "I know Gwen, Ivan felt it," he said, and I could understand his puffy eyes. "She is confused, "
Gwyneth I threw up throughout the journey and couldn't keep anything down. I thought it was the pregnancy and didn't think too much of it. The moment I got to the forest Packhouse, I went to the bathroom and sat under a cold shower. Mason entered and came to me in the shower. He carried me out and placed me on the bed. "Gary told me, I have sent for a doctor," he said with fear in his eyes. "You need to get your energy up. Let me get you some juice," Mason said and went to get the juice before I could protest. He sat me up and forced me to drink it all. I fell asleep after I drank the juice. I woke up feeling refreshed. I found a doctor in the room and an IV line running. "What is going..' I said, sitting up and trying to rip out the IV. "Shhh," Mason said, holding me and trying to calm me down, " We are just trying to keep you hydrated," he told me, and I looked up at the liquid to be sure he wasn't pumping me with the drugs he was using. I was relieved to see that it was salin
Gwyneth Mason did not return for three days. The omegas served me juice every morning before my meals and at night before I slept, and I didn't feel feverish for those days. They said Mason had instructed them to do so. Although he didn't call me for those three days, he kept a tab on me by calling Alen and using him to check on me. He sent me flowers and sorry cards with chocolates. The guy was trying too hard. I hoped Marcus made good on his promise and came for me because I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't stay with Mason. I no longer wanted to investigate him. The fact that he could get Leah to respond the way she did the other night scared the hell out of me. I was also discovering new things about myself. When Sylvia had walked in on Marcus and me, it had made me respond better. Mason talking dirty to me got me all fired up, and I liked it when Marcus tried to dominate in bed. I intended to try all these things with Marcus and maybe discover some new things. I wanted to leave
Gwyneth I woke up tied to a chair in a room. I tried to wriggle free from the chain, but it wouldn't budge. I knew it wasn't silver because it didn't burn, but I was surprised that it wouldn't break. If only I could see the chain, I would know what to do, but my hands were tied at the back. "Hello!" I called out, but no one answered. My head was still foggy from the event that transpired and led me to where I was. I remembered I was carried out by some men I did not know, and I remembered passing out in the back of their van. I became scared because they injected me with something, and I hoped my baby was alright. "Hello," I called out, but no one answered. I resigned myself and relaxed a bit so I could think straight. I wondered what Mason was up to, and I became worried. Some men entered the room, and I shook the chain to let them know I was awake. As they approached, my heart filled with fear because I was helpless. At this point, I would shift if need be because if they are t
Gwyneth Mason placed me on the chair and secured my hands at the back. "Don't bother trying to shift Gwen. The chain is silver. I only galvanised it so it won't burn your skin," he said to me, and I scuffed my throat. "Thanks for the kindness," I said with a sarcastic tone. "Gwen," Mason said, looking into my eyes. "Marcus has gone mad. He is killing people," He said to me. "He is doing his job," I told him, and he shook his head. "These people are not on drugs, Gwen. He is killing innocent people and taking over the packs," he said to me, and I smiled. "The packs belonged to him to begin with until the treacherous bastards decided they were going to betray him. He placed them there as figureheads, and he is taking them out for their betrayal," I said and smiled at him. "Don't be like him, Gwen. Don't let Marcus corrupt your gentle soul. All those people want is liberation," he argued with me. "They refused to help him in his time of need," I replied, and he stood up and began
Gwyneth "Have you been drugging me, Mason?" I asked, hoping I was wrong, and he didn't say a word. "Goddess!!! Mason!!, how could you do that against my consent? " I said and began to cry. "I had to. Don't worry. It is the same thing I am on. It will just make your wolf stronger and make you immune to Marcus's compulsion," he said. "Fuck you, Mason!!" I said with so much rage and anger. "How could you do this to me, and my baby? I asked him, and he shook his head. I was so mad and so angry, "Don't worry, Gwen. The doctor said it was completely safe for the baby. It is to make you strong and immune to compulsion," he said, and I felt the rage boiling up to the surface. I remembered all the fever, weakness and vomiting. I was going through changes, no wonder Leah had been silent. 'Leah!' I was afraid for my wolf. "Mason, you bastard!!!" I yelled. "You might hate me now, but you will surely thank me later," he said and turned around to leave. Mason was mad. He had lost it. Only the
Gwyneth As angry as I was, my spirit was lifted to see Marcus. I started to fiddle with the chains. Marcus dropped the bastard and rushed to me. "Gwen," he said with tears in his eyes. He must have been afraid. His eyes were swollen, and he looked like he had gone mad briefly and had just recovered after seeing me. He moved behind me and started working on the chains. "We need to hurry Marcus, Mason is mad!" I said while Marcus was breaking my chains. "He is going to the old warehouse where we held Uldrich to kill someone. I don't know who it is, but we need to hurry," I said. Marcus had finished breaking the chains. I stood up, and he kissed me passionately. "I am sorry it took this long, Gwen. I thought I had lost you," he said and held me to his chest. I could feel his fear and his calm. "Don't worry, Gwen, I have people there already. Alfred will take you to safety. While I go for him," He said, still holding me to his chest, and I broke away, shaking my head and crying. "I
Gwyneth "I am not the Baron, Gwen. Marcus is. Marcus and Sylvia have been working together. That was why I was looking for him," he said and shifted back. I pulled out my claws, and he fell down. I stood still, then turned to see Sylvia smiling at me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood. I was scared. I knew Marcus wasn't the Baron, which meant it was either Sylvia or Lucas. I turned to see that Mason had passed out. "I must thank you, Gwen, for taking care of all my troubles," she said, and I was confused. "I don't understand," I said, and she laughed. "I am the Baron, Gwen. Mason was onto me, that was why he brought me here. Little did he know my father was working for me." "You can't be," I said and she laughed. "Why Gwen?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, "I don't look the part right?" She asked, and I didn't know how to explain it. She took a deep breath and exhaled. "Mason had been on to me for a while now. It took a lot to deflect his suspicion towards Marcus
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