~Jesse’s Point of View~
Maybe I hoped Miranda would fall asleep after we made love, it would give me more time to be a chook. I couldn’t look her in the eye and tell her what I needed to tell her. But fuck, she deserved to know.
It was no way to start our relationship, to start out being parents. Unfortunately we were both anything but normal people. Our paths may have been intertwined, our fates sealed by the animals in us demanding to be mated and marked but that didn’t mean our human nature couldn’t still have some control.
The mafia she-wolf princess and her warlock tiger. Maybe we could be a movie at some point. Our story was certainly that crazy and it was only gonna get worse.
After we both settled down, I got us some water and iced animal
These two!
~Miranda’s Point of View~ *Are you seriously hesitating,* my wolf fussed. I looked back at Jesse, he was tense and nervous. I didn’t want that. I couldn’t let him think I was saying no. “I’m just … I guess I didn’t think it would be like this. Rushed you know? And well … on anyone else’s terms,” I said, trying to smooth things over. Of course I wanted him to mark me, there couldn’t possibly be anyone else. Who would want a knocked up she-wolf anyhow? Another male touching me… The very thought almost made me sick, starting over. Living without him. “It is on our terms baby, it is rushed of course I’ll admit. But my tiger has told m
~Jesse’s Point of View~ I had two days until I was meeting Murphy again. Two days to think about nothing but Miranda, to completely spoil her with my attention and love. Oh … and uhm, going to class. Which I’d been neglecting. She probably had been as well. If my plan worked out then I’d hopefully stay in school, I needed to provide for my new family. When I came to school I was just lost, wild … stupid. I was still lost and stupid. But now I was rooted, grounded to something bigger than myself. Far more important. I had a purpose now, she’d given that to me. I snuggled into my mate, and inhaled her hair. I relaxed and my tiger snored, completely content. It would be damn nice to have him off my back for a little while. Mate.
~Miranda’s Point of View~ Jesse’s magic would always be so insane to me. I could hardly believe it. I was desperate to know more about it, how he did it. How he knew what to say, what to do. What kind of magic would our baby have? When would he first be able to do things? I couldn’t stand it, I had so many questions. “...to paradise baby…” he said as a pull tugged at us, then suddenly we were on a beach. I looked around and gasped, still tightly holding his hands, afraid to let go. “You’re not gonna fall baby, I’ve got you,” he said, putting his arms around me. I felt so little and so desired. He just made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. I looked up into his eyes and they sparkled like always,
So sorry to leave you hanging mates! I greatly apologize for taking a couple of days off on this book. We've had the stomach bug in our house and there hasn't been much sleep for this tired mama! I managed to knock out a few chapters in Royal Lycan Mates but I may not be able to update on Jesse and Miranda until later this weekend, thank you for understanding. I don't want to rush it and not be happy with it :) Have a great weekend and stay warm if its cold for you! ~Follow me on social media for updates under Saree Bee Writer~
~Jesse’s Point of View~ It had absolutely not been in my plan for the coven to find out I was a marked male this soon. We had to re-evaluate things, not that we’d had a concrete plan in the first place. Murphy and my housemates just argued. I mostly listened, but I interjected fairly often. The coven was already dividing us, and I had half a mind to just go at them alone. It would completely be suicide and I damn well knew that. But I wouldn’t be letting anyone else fight my battle, and potentially die for me. It was bad enough Miranda and our baby were in this danger. The noble thing to do wasn’t at all the smart thing to do. So for the second night in a row I sat and listened to them fight.
~Miranda’s Point of View~ I swore I was done with him, hell I’d wanted to burn his house down. But now I was here again, ready to throw myself at his feet if it meant he could help me. Help my mate. Last night Jesse stabbed his grandfather, and we had no clue where things stood now. I still couldn’t believe it. Of course I knew he could be capable of something violent, especially if provoked but I just don’t picture him having that in him. My Jesse was a sweet lover. *He killed our mom,* my wolf said, rolling her eyes. *Completely different! And aren’t you always on his side,* I snarled at her. There would be zero chance the coven would leave us be now. I was desperate, just as my mom had been two decades ago.
~Miranda’s Point of View~ I was still reeling from Luca’s big revelation. It was so much to process and it made so much sense with how he was, the man I knew. Why he did things the way he did. I was desperate to talk it all through with Alice. But that all had to wait. Right now Luca was standing over Jesse, demanding answers. “A surgeon huh? He wasn’t able to heal himself,” he snickered. “Apparently you sliced through his stomach and intestines,” Luca said, stone-faced. “He threatened me, my mate and my cub. I had no choice. As long as he lives I’ll never be free. My father and aunt will never be free,” Jesse said, looking away. “And you don’t think there won’t
~Jesse’s Point of View~ I hated having to split up the group but there were too many houses and no real way around it. I took four houses off the list as not being too important, and because they had young ones. I didn’t want to get into all that, but thankfully most in the coven didn’t have kids. It had to be an all at once attack, the witches could just teleport into the main house and warn them, give them time to do protection spells. Murphy insisted on being at the main house, where the four most dangerous witches were, and where David of course was holed up and recovering. We were desperately hoping he was still weak and wouldn’t be able to fight much. We couldn’t get too close to the house before the actual attack. I never knew how David alway
~Two Months Later, Ryan’s Point of View~ Recovering from my shift was almost like re-growing my human body. It was painful as hell, it was lengthy. Now this was the second time doing it in a year so it was worse. My demon didn’t want to let go, but he also understood he couldn’t continue in this way. I was finally in the last stages of my shift, my skin still rough and discolored. I was able to tolerate people food again, not requiring blood and raw meat to survive. My voice had returned, and I was confident I could face Sadie now. My Sadie. I wanted to swear this would be the last time I’d have to abandon her for a long while. But that was just something too unknown. The only thing I could contr
~Sadie’s Point of View~ Since nobody wanted to bother the witches to bring this female to Greece, Dough flew her in his private jet. I may have to ask another time if that’s available, I’d always wanted to be able to say I joined the mile high club. *What’s that,* my wolf asked. I smiled in the mirror as I tried to tame my hair while I explained it to her. She didn’t see the big deal, sex was sex regardless of where it happened. I had to roll my eyes. I explained to her about the thrill of it all, the possibility of being caught. She still didn’t care. A wolf in the throws of sex would not care about an audience. Tunnel vision. I heard voices downstairs and my heart practically thumped out of my chest.
~Sadie’s Point of View~ I couldn’t go in the house. I constantly paced in the backyard of the Greco mansion and I was certain that I was making the guards insane. For some reason I felt like Ryan could find me more easily out here. Which really made no sense. “You’re going to walk a hole in my yard,” Luca laughed. He handed me a glass of wine and I accepted it. “I can’t thank you enough for how generous you’ve been with your home and your time,” I said, as we both sat down in front of the pool. “I haven’t always been there for Miranda how I should have. I wasn’t the best husband. Maybe I feel the need to help now with what I can. I understan
~Ryan’s Point of View~ “This is it, whatever the fuck it takes. This shit ends now. Tully will come,” I said, as Jesse helped me up. “Whatever I can do mate. We’re all ready. Dough is staying with the girls,” he said, as I stood. “Let’s get outside,” I added, then he teleported us to the street. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but I had a sudden rush and I began to thrust my demon forward. This was the worst place to do it, a residential area, lots of people around. It had to be done. I knew when this was over, if I made it … I would be so drained I’d be dead to the world for a month. Sadie might hate me. I had to risk it. The night air was sti
~Sadie’s Point of View~ With all the weeks, all the time I had to build up my anger, my rage at Ryan… My desire to strangle him, my desire to tell him off every which way … I thought it would just burst out of me. But it all completely died and left my mind the moment I saw him. My whole body shook and my wolf lost her mind. My Ryan. My whole world. “Ohh!! Oh,” I shouted, running into his room. I covered my sobs as tears fell down my cheeks. He laid in bed and smiled at me, but didn’t get up. I knew he still couldn’t walk too much, or too far. But seeing him like this, it just hit me all at once. I knew why they hadn’t let me visit him, but my imagination was far worse. My Ryan had always been so damn
~Ryan’s Point of View~ I could barely keep my eyes open and if those fuckers gave me one more protein shake I was going to puke. It was like they went to the store and bought one thing and that was all they were giving me. I smelled Tully, but I could hardly see. A big part of me wanted to beg him to end me, I would have welcomed it. But I had to stay alive for her. I just couldn’t give up. Just keep breathing Ryan. Keep your heart beating. The rest will heal, sometime. “Maybe you were really serious,” he said, pissed off. “I generally am. Demons aren’t known for their comedy,” I mumbled, having no clue what he was talking about. “Where the fuck i
~Sadie’s Point of View~ “Talk to me Jesse,” I squealed, as his parents both rushed into the room with wet towels. “He’s being held hostage, I don’t know where exactly. Once I get my strength back I can try teleporting outside maybe. We need help, serious help. I’ll need to gather the coven,” he mumbled as his parents cleaned him up. “What can I do,” I blurted out, to no one in particular. A flurry of activity erupted around me and I was pushed away and into a corner. It was for the best anyhow, there was nothing I could do and I knew it. “Have you got internal injuries,” his mom shouted.
~Ryan’s Point of View~ In all my years, in three lives … one thing I always knew for certain, was that I didn’t control shit. In my first life, I had no parents or no guidance, no sanity. Then once I got mixed up with vamps I truly lost any semblance of what it meant to be me. Be an individual. In my third life I thought that would finally change. Born into money, status… I could finally call the shots. But all that went away when I lost Sadie. When my father brutally let me know he controlled my life, not me. That he controlled who I loved, and stole the very air from my lungs. The reason my black heart beat. When I first lost Sadie I went on a complete bender, ready to just fuck up anyone and everything. I didn’t care who I hurt or what happened to me. I was miserabl
~Sadie’s Point of View~ I could have easily lived the rest of my life and been very happy not to set eyes on this female again. I watched Mrs. Whitmarsh as she laughed with Troy. He had been apparently posing as a tourist male who was interested in her, and since she was also a telepath she wouldn’t be able to read his thoughts. There was no point in me trying to control my mind around her, I wouldn’t be able to. She was likely the only person who could tell me the truth. Tell me what the hell really happened between her husband and my parents. I was prepared to torture this bitch to death if she didn’t give me some damn answers! I looked at my hand gripping the glass on the table to the point where it was ready to break. I quickly let it go and felt a warm hand