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Gwyneth We stayed indoors the next day. Marcus didn't do much. I really wanted to check on Mason, but I was too frightened to bring it up. I didn't want Marcus to think I had feelings for his friend, and I did not think Marcus was over the incident. Michael said you sent the Gamma and Delta on errands," Marcus said, and I figured Michael must have linked him to tell him. I sat up in bed, exhausted from our recent activities and sighed. "Yes, I did," I said, yawning, " I don't want to give Sylvia time to come up with a plan," I said to him, and he nodded and returned to bed to sit next to me. "Thanks, Gwen," he said calmly, and I was confused as to why he was thanking me. "For saving my life and sparing Mason's life," he said and kissed my lips. The truth was I didn't intend to spare Mason's life. Fate had. If Sylvia didn't laugh, I would have twisted my hand and pulled out something from him. I kept silent and did not say a word. "I heard he is in his senses now. Would you want
Gwyneth Marcus surprised me. I thought he would be mean towards his friend, but he was kind about it. Mason did a lot of crazy things, and even though it seemed like Marcus had forgiven him, I doubted he would be able to forgive himself that easily. We arrived at the cottage, and I went inside to see the place. I remembered that was the place Marcus and I claimed each other. The instant I stepped in, I felt butterflies in my stomach, and memories began to rush in. I sat on the couch and looking around, I realised the place was just as we had left it. It was either Marcus did not want anyone to know we were there for security purposes, or it was a spur-of-the-moment decision to come there, and he would send for Omegas to clean the place later. Marcus and Mason entered laughing about something, and a tear rolled down my eyes, realising that was how they were when I met them together. It was good to see them laughing together and not at each other's throats anymore. "What's the joke?"
Gwyneth "How can you say that, when she was the one that led us to Lucas in the first place?" Marcus asked, and I shook my head and stood up. Pacing up and down and thinking out loud. "She wasn't trying to help us," I said. " She must have had scores to settle with Lucas. She wanted us to take him out," I said, remembering Sylvia's behaviour to her father while I was at the Clement pack. I turned to look at Mason and Marcus to speak. "Sylvia couldn't stand Lucas when she came to keep me company at the Clement Pack. She hated the fact that he was there. The two of them couldn't stand each other," I said, and Marcus raised an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with Jack's Mistress?" He asked, and Mason leaned forward. "Everything," Mason said, " Everything Marcus," he continued and looked at his friend, then me, " Those two were at each other's necks recently for a year now. They have been unable to stand each other, and they used to be close," Mason pointed out. " I think what G
Gwyneth The Omegas came to stock the cottage, and we had a good time strategising and planning. We watched a couple of movies, joked and laughed about many, serious things and then passed out on the floor. I woke up on the bed next to Marcus. I wondered how I got there, but I knew Marcus must have carried me to bed. I got up and went to the kitchen to get some juice. I found Mason sitting on the couch, using Marcus's laptop, and he seemed busy. "Good morning," I said to him, and he looked up at me. "Lavender," He said with a smile, " Of all the scents, it had to be Lavender," he said, and I smiled back at him. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked, and he shook his head. "Just woke up," he said, and I frowned. "I slept on the couch," he said, and I nodded. "Any headway?" I asked him, avoiding going into a conversation where I ask him why he slept on the couch, because honestly, under normal circumstances he should be on the couch. "Yes. Simone Thomas is at large. I am going through my un
Gwyneth "Have you guys resolved your issues?" Marcus asked me after Mason left while we were doing the dishes. "We both need time, Marcus. He intends to take it slow, and so do I," I said to him, and he smiled. "He must still hate himself for everything. I would still hate me if I were in his shoes," Marcus confessed, and I had to ask him now that we were alone. "Marcus, why did you switch like that? What made you suddenly want to share?" I asked him, and he bowed his head and sighed. "I realised my not wanting to share was also a cause of this. Sharing would be harmless, and I would have if Kaylin hadn't scarred me. Mason is like a brother to me, and if the moon goddess made his mate my second chance mate, then it was for a good reason. The truth is, if Kaylin were still alive, you two would probably be together. I also have to consider the fact that you might be the only one he would have as a potential mate. I do not want to rob my best friend of the experience of having what I
Gwyneth I asked Marcus why we needed to travel to get the ammunition, and he told me that some people had bought off the silver bullets in the market. We didn't need to know who it was. The fact that we had used guns often to dispose of them meant they would not want them hanging around. Marcus needed to have special bullets made, secretly so that when we face the traitors, it would seem we have no silver bullets to use against them. I felt it was a good idea, but I hoped they hadn't bought all those bullets to use against us instead. I kept my fear to myself and chose to bring it up when necessary. One thing I knew was that we wouldn't be shifting to fight, and we would be going there bulletproof, something they wouldn't anticipate. Lucas might have anticipated this move, but Sylvia and Simone might not. Even if they do, it wouldn't matter. Marcus had the resources and funds to solve the supply problem. Mason arrived in the morning. He was successful and he found out that Sylvia and
Gwyneth The dining room was plain but decorated with all sorts of weapons. "Congratulation, Mrs Renfield," Camelia congratulated me, looking at my bump. " Do you mind if I touch?" she asked, and I felt weird, but I allowed her. "It is okay," I said, and she beamed. She felt my bump and smiled. "How far gone are you?" she asked. "Five months, three weeks and two days," Marcus replied, and I looked at him and smiled. I couldn't believe he was counting. It brought tears to my eyes. "Wow, you are lucky, Mrs Renfield," she said, and I smiled at her, "Please call me Gwen," I said, and she nodded. "I wish I could get pregnant, but the doctor said it won't be possible. Isaac is thinking of adopting. But I was to use a surrogate. We are yet to decide," she said, and I smiled at her. "I am sure whatever you decide will bring both of you the happiness you deserve," I said to her, and she blushed. "Oh, not to offend you, I learned that wolves usually have more than one pup," she said, an
Gwyneth I knew we were mean to Isaac, but it was necessary. He was the only one that could make us the bullet, and Sylvia had managed to find a way to intercept him. I wanted this thing to be over. Honestly, I wish we had solved this problem before getting pregnant. I just prayed we would end Sylvia and her cohorts before it was too late. If only we knew then what we know now, we would have killed them. "Where are we going to," I asked Marcus. Mason was the one driving. "Willows Pack," he said, and I screamed in excitement. I wanted so badly to bring it up, but I knew it won't be appropriate. Ginger said she would be due in a month the last time when I spoke to her, which was a few days ago. I knew it was plus or minus two weeks. It would be nice to see her before she gives birth. "Maybe she could give you pointers now," Mason said, and we both began to laugh. Marcus was lost, but it was our private joke. "Why is that funny?" Marcus asked, confused. "Gwen told me she wanted to vi
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