I’ve experienced all types of fear in my life, but none of them will ever compare to the fear I am feeling right now. Not just my own, but the fear coming from the woman who has brought me nothing but love. The level of helplessness I feel seeing Jennifer laid out on a surgical table as Doctor Johnson cuts into her belly is unbearable, but it’s nothing compared to what Jennifer is going through. I do my best to block out the sounds of the machines and the back and forth of the doctors and nurses and just focus on Jennifer and try to get her to focus on me. I squeeze her hand and kiss her forehead and feel extra gratitude that there is a screen up to stop us from seeing what they are doing to her body. I don’t want to see them cut into her, and she shouldn’t have to see it either. I know all she can feel is some pressure, but it’s not painful, so that’s good. “You’re doing so good,” I say reassuringly, keeping my arm around her head so she can focus on my scent and not the other smel
“Okay, I can’t hold it in any longer. I’m dying to know what name you picked for him. Please don’t make me wait for your parents to get here,” I say impatiently, plopping myself down in the chair beside Jennifer’s hospital bed. I was alright not knowing while she was pregnant, but now that our son is here, I am dying to hear his name! I can’t keep calling him ‘son’ or ‘baby’. 'Why not? It’s not like either of those statements is incorrect,' Matthan points out. 'How about I just call you ‘wolf’ then?' I retort. He gasps, 'You wouldn’t be so disrespectful.' 'That’s his point,' Beatrix tiredly chuckles. Poor thing is giving her everything to help Jennifer heal faster, and I can’t thank her enough. “Okay, okay,” Jennifer chuckles, cradling our son in her arms, “I can finally tell you.” As I sit on the edge of my seat, excited to finally hear the name she kept hidden for weeks, there’s a gentle knock on the door. “Oh, come on!” I exclaim, whipping my head around in frustration only t
Hello reader! Thank you for clicking on this book. Going in, it's important that you know that Whole Again is a novella spin-off in the Queen Among series. A lot of the characters and storyline was setup in book 1 A Queen Among Alphas, with moments in this book tying into other books in the series. If you find you're missing context or things don't make sense, this is why. So, i encourage you to read the main series first. But if you choose not to, that is fine. I simply wish for all my readers to have the best reading experience possible, but if you're comfortable to read this as a standalone, then on with the story! ~~~~~~~~~~~ It happened again. I struggle to catch my breath, my heart pounding against my ribcage and thundering in my ears like the sound of a war drum as I try to shake off yet another nightmare, but my hands continue to tremble and my stomach churns as if to mock me. The morning sun streams in through the cottage window as I throw the sheets back and swing my le
Following Beatrix’s instructions, I get up and shower off the stress and bad memories, then get myself dressed for the day. When I’m finally decent, I go to the kitchen and freeze in the doorway as I register the scent of fresh orange juice and… no way! I’m over to the oven in a flash, my mouth salivating as I open the warmer and take in the four delicious-looking breakfast tacos in their own little holders. There’s a glass of freshly squeezed OJ on the counter next to the oven with a handwritten note placed against the glass, so, I pick it up and read it. Good morning Snuggle-Wolf! I didn’t want to wake you and thought you might be hungry, so I made your favourite breakfast tacos and some juice. There’s more juice in the fridge. Hope you have a great day; I’ll see you after work! All my love Pixie x I smile from ear to ear as I read the note over and over, my heart swelling with happiness at this amazing and thoughtful gesture. I carefully place the note down, grab a pair of oven
Things remain a little tense with Michael, but thankfully it’s time for me to go and check in with Maggie and see what my duties are today, so, I politely excuse myself and race off to the kitchen where Maggie is commanding her army. Maggie is 5’8” with military posture, shoulder-length dark brown layered hair, a stern face with kind cocoa eyes and dark caramel skin. She always dresses in a professional manner, so she’s wearing a long-sleeved nude-pink satin blouse tucked into high-waisted dark brown slacks with shoes with the tiniest heels I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how to describe them, I’m not a fashion expert, but I can at least tell they match her blouse. 'Someone won’t be getting a job on the red carpet,' Matthan sniggers. I ignore him. “Right on time again. I’m Impressed,” Maggie compliments, not even turning her head to look at me, but no doubt she either scented or heard me coming. Maggie is fifty-six but looks late 30s if you ask me, and she’s incredibly slim, bordering
My stomach twists into a knot when I hear Landry say those words. I’ve never met Landry’s father, but from the stories he’s told me, I’d hoped to avoid meeting him. Especially since I know how he feels about Omegas. I can’t help what I am, it makes no sense for him to hate me or anyone else like me for being born a certain way that we can’t control.'Some people will find any reason to hate others, Jen. Their hearts are so bitter and twisted they can’t even summon a kind word or thought. It’s not your fault and you don’t deserve it. I just hate that I can’t come out to give him a piece of my mind,' Beatrix snarls as she crouches down as if ready to pounce.'You can always speak through me,' I gently remind her.Beatrix sits back on her hind legs with a caring look in her eyes, 'We both know you don’t want me to do that. When speaking with Landry or Matthan, sure, but not for something like this, and I respect that. But you realise, one of these days someone is going to go too far in h
The rest of the evening continues to be tense. I’ve been sitting in the living room while Landry busies himself with dinner, but the whole time I go over and over in my head what his dad said. Why does he think I’d ruin Landry’s life? Is it because I’m weaker? I know I’m much weaker than other Omegas because of the complications during my premature birth, but no one - okay, most people in the pack - ever made me feel different or less than. They even love to call me the pack’s miracle pup, which I think is silly. My mum agrees with the pack though, but that’s only natural. Ever since Landry and I rebuilt our bond, I’ve never regretted it, and I still don’t, but I can’t help but wonder if completing our bond is now going to cause problems with his dad. Maybe marking each other wasn’t the right thing to do. 'How can you even think that?' Beatrix whimpers. 'I don’t want to be the reason Landry loses his dad. He’s already lost his mum, and I can’t imagine my life without mum and dad. I
I cover my mouth as I mask yet another yawn. It's safe to say I didn’t sleep well last night. Between the previous night's nightmare, my dad’s unexpected and unwelcome appearance and the thoughts and feelings it brought out in Jennifer, I couldn’t get a wink of sleep.Maybe I’m callous for saying this, but I don’t miss my dad. I love him because he’s my dad and he’s all I have left, but I don’t like him. After my mum passed away he wasn’t the same dad anymore. He tried to raise a warrior, but that’s not the life I wanted. Nothing I did was ever good enough, and while my dad never laid a hand on me, he belittled me every single day. On top of that, he always went on and on about how Omegas are the worst thing to ever happen to the mutolupus species, that they are weak and useless and only good for destroying whoever is unlucky enough to be fated to them. I could never understand why he hated them so much. I still don’t.Jennifer may be an Omega, but she’s the best and kindest person I’
“Okay, I can’t hold it in any longer. I’m dying to know what name you picked for him. Please don’t make me wait for your parents to get here,” I say impatiently, plopping myself down in the chair beside Jennifer’s hospital bed. I was alright not knowing while she was pregnant, but now that our son is here, I am dying to hear his name! I can’t keep calling him ‘son’ or ‘baby’. 'Why not? It’s not like either of those statements is incorrect,' Matthan points out. 'How about I just call you ‘wolf’ then?' I retort. He gasps, 'You wouldn’t be so disrespectful.' 'That’s his point,' Beatrix tiredly chuckles. Poor thing is giving her everything to help Jennifer heal faster, and I can’t thank her enough. “Okay, okay,” Jennifer chuckles, cradling our son in her arms, “I can finally tell you.” As I sit on the edge of my seat, excited to finally hear the name she kept hidden for weeks, there’s a gentle knock on the door. “Oh, come on!” I exclaim, whipping my head around in frustration only t
I’ve experienced all types of fear in my life, but none of them will ever compare to the fear I am feeling right now. Not just my own, but the fear coming from the woman who has brought me nothing but love. The level of helplessness I feel seeing Jennifer laid out on a surgical table as Doctor Johnson cuts into her belly is unbearable, but it’s nothing compared to what Jennifer is going through. I do my best to block out the sounds of the machines and the back and forth of the doctors and nurses and just focus on Jennifer and try to get her to focus on me. I squeeze her hand and kiss her forehead and feel extra gratitude that there is a screen up to stop us from seeing what they are doing to her body. I don’t want to see them cut into her, and she shouldn’t have to see it either. I know all she can feel is some pressure, but it’s not painful, so that’s good. “You’re doing so good,” I say reassuringly, keeping my arm around her head so she can focus on my scent and not the other smel
“Okay, enough of the kissing, time to open presents!” Declares Nare, coming over, taking Jennifer by the hand, and dragging her away to a nearby sofa so she can begin opening presents. I stand by and smile, experiencing every moment of joy emanating from my soulmate as she opens gift after gift. Some gifts confuse her, and me, because just looking at them I wasn’t even sure what some of them were, and then there’s the breast pump which surely was originally designed as a torture device. That can’t actually be comfortable, can it? As Jennifer continues to open presents with glee, her mother walks over and hands me a glass of non-alcoholic punch. “Thank you,” I say, taking the glass from her. “This was a beautiful thing you did for her. I can already see how much this has lifted her mood,” she says gratefully. “Everything Jennifer ever said about you is true, and I know you will love her and this baby as much as Craig loves me and Jennifer,” she says placing a hand on my shoulder, “I
“Jennifer is going to love this!” Cheers Beatrix excitedly from the passenger seat. I glance over, my mind once again trying to reconcile that while I am looking at the body of Jennifer, it’s not Jennifer in control. The main thing driving that fact home is the glowing aquamarine eyes looking out the windshield. The other is the mannerisms. Beatrix is exuberant and uses a lot of big gestures, whereas Jennifer is more delicate and demure, except for when she’s excited. “Is she still sleeping?” I ask as I drive towards the packhouse. “Like a baby,” she giggles, rubbing her belly affectionately, “I’ll start to wake her up once we get there. I don’t want to risk spoiling the surprise.” “I really appreciate you helping me surprise her like this, and I think she’ll love how you’ve dressed her today,” I say graciously. “Well, I have known her since conception. I know what she likes,” she says proudly. Beatrix, Matthan, and I have been planning today very carefully without letting Jennif
“Is it normal for the baby to have hiccups?” Jennifer asks nervously. I give her hand a tight squeeze projecting all the calm I can through our bond. Joanna gives her a warm, reassuring smile like always. “Hiccups are absolutely normal.” Jennifer smiles up at me and instantly relaxes again. 'These mood swings are rough,' Matthan whines. Being bonded mind, body and soul to a pregnant woman sure as hell gives you perspective on how easy we guys have it. Jennifer tries to block me out to spare me most of it, but I have politely told her off about that. Do I enjoy waking up several times a night because I feel Jennifer waking up with an overwhelming need to pee? No, not particularly. But she’s an eighteen-year-old going through one of the hardest changes of her life. She’s creating life inside her, and my only job at this time is to make her comfortable. I’ve found her a few times crying and naturally, my first instinct is to worry, but when I focus on her emotions it’s so confusing.
Landry immediately gets started on dinner, pulling out cheese, cream, and pasta as I pull up a stool at the small kitchen island. I think he’s going to make carbonara! 'The papers, go and get the papers,' Beatrix reminds me. 'Oh! Right, thank you for reminding me,' I say as I get back up and go and grab the papers from my bag. 'It’s what I’m here for,' she says casually. I walk over to Landry, smiling up at him while I hold the papers firmly in my hand. “Whatcha got there?” He asks, glancing over at me as he puts of pot of water on to boil. “Well, I guess we were both thinking of each other today because I did something for you too,” I say with nervous excitement. “What did you do?” Landry asks eagerly, so, instead of building the moment I hand him the papers. Landry takes them and slowly begins reading, his eyes growing wider and wider as a million emotions swirl inside him. “This… this is an application to pastry school…” “I know!” I say proudly, “I did some research, and wit
What a day! Okay, I probably say that a lot, but today was different. Today when I arrived at the daycare everyone was waiting to surprise me with balloons, handmade cards, and posters congratulating me on my little nugget. I admit I got pretty emotional and I’m unsure if that was the hormones or just me. Even though it’s my job to shower the pups with love, today I felt I was showered in love. Nothing can warm your heart more than the love and affection of an innocent child, and getting to receive all that love from them just made me all the more excited to meet my baby. I’ve already picked out a name! I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, and I still don’t want to know, so I have variations for both, and I just know Landry will love them, but for now, I’m keeping them a surprise. If he asks, I’ll mention them, but for now, it’s a secret between me and Beatrix. 'You’re right though, Landry is going to love them,' she says happily. 'I’m dying to tell him, but I want to wait for the
Jennifer lets out a loud gasp beside me as I stumble back, shaking my head in confusion. My mum was an Omega? How could I have not known that? 'Matthan, did you know my mother was an Omega?' He shakes his head, 'It was so long ago, and we were both so young. I could speak with her wolf, but it never even occurred to me that she couldn’t shift, especially since she passed before we could.' I lean against the wall of the cottage, trying to process this information. My mum was an Omega, and my dad thinks that her Omega status is what killed her. That doesn’t even make any sense. I can feel the soothing touch of Jennifer stroking my hair comfortingly, but I can’t find the words to speak. “Mr Green, you have my deepest condolences for the loss of your animai, I can’t even begin to comprehend that level of pain, and the fact you’re still alive is rare, but as the father of an Omega, I have to ask, why do you believe your animai being an Omega led to her death?” Jennifer’s dad asks calml
I wait patiently on the front porch of our cottage trying to mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to say to my dad. 'He does anything to Jennifer or the pup and I’m ripping his throat out,' snarls Matthan. 'I may not be much of a fighter, but do you really think I’d stand by and let him hurt my animai and baby? Do you think I’m that incapable of protecting my family?' I ask sadly. Matthan sighs and sits back on his hind legs, 'Of course not, I didn’t mean it to come off like that. I have every faith in you, and I mean that. I’m just a little overprotective these days,' he says sheepishly. I smile and give him the mental equivalent of a hug, 'I guess it comes with being expected dads.' Our moment is interrupted as I hear the sound of a car approaching in the distance and it’s not long before I see my dad’s navy blue Mercury Marauder pull up the gravel path behind the Ryder’s aqua-blue Toyota Prius. My dad has had that car longer than I’ve been alive. He never felt a need to