All Chapters of War of Threes: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Were tonight anything but a ceremony for our Mother, nothing would have stopped me from sweeping Arya and Xander into our bedroom and fucking the both of them until they couldn’t walk for days. The appointment with Dr. Hazel today went about as well as could be expected.  Arya had completely healed after her surgery and Dr. Hazel cleared her for any and all sexual activities.  Good news for all of us.  We’ve been doing other things in the bedroom, but Xander and I have both insisted that even anal is off-limits.  We wanted to make sure that she was completely healed and in no risk of pain or further complications.Though this was for her good and the good of any future pup, it was particularly frustrating for all involved.  An oral orgasm is great, but it’s nothing compared to being inside your mate.The trickier piece of this whole thing was figuring out Arya’s fertile periods.  They aren’t tied

The next afternoon, the Alpha Council meets together to discuss what we are going to do about Julian and Mathias.  We have Naomi here.  She’s extremely tense.  Makes sense.  Her son hasn’t arrived yet.  She’s probably out of her mind with worry.  But, lshe has agreed to tell us anything she can about Julian.“Ok, Naomi.  We need to know everything that you can tell us about Julian and your pack.  How many warriors do you have?  How many noncombatants?  Where exactly is your pack?  How long do you think it will take Julian to attack?  Anything and everything that you can tell us will be helpful.”  Xander and Hakeem are set up beside each other, Hakeem with his laptop hooked up to the projector and Xander with a notebook and pen.  Brandon has his own laptop open and he’s preparing to help Hakeem and Xander. Naomi walks up to the projection screen looking at the

Five weeks later, we’ve moved into new cabins that have been built along the Georgia/Alabama border.  The main part of the Artemis Pack is just outside of Jasper, Georgia, though we were spread out so that there was no more than 10 miles between the outer houses of packs.  It made it so that we could cover the whole area, but also had some space to ourselves.  Though we had enjoyed our time on Diana Pack’s territory and I missed walking across the hall to see my friends, wolves aren’t meant to be that cooped up.  We are meant to be with our packs, our family, but beyond that, we typically stay away from others, like our wolf parts.  The only thing that kept us together for so long was that so many of us found family within the other packs.  In fact, so many of our pack members have told me how much they missed the hustle and bustle that was the Diana Pack that all of the other lunas and I decided to throw a welcome party at our pack next week.&n

We are woken up from around 12:30 by a text message.  All three of us were on the 11-7 patrol shift last night and we were exhausted.  I roll over and slap at my phone.Of course, it promptly falls in the floor.“Fuuucccckkk!” I whine out.I roll so that I’m half hanging off the bed, my legs still tangled in the sheet and someone else’s legs.  I put one hand on the floor and start searching for the phone.  I groan again when I realize that it’s gone under the bed.As I reach for it, I lose my balance and fall to the floor.“What the fuck are you doing, Xan?” Arya asks, her voice muffled by the pillow that she has face planted into.“My phone,” I mumble, rubbing my head and reaching under the bed to grab it.  When I open it, I see I have a text message from Karamea.“Oh, shit!” I say, suddenly alert.“What is it?” Dev calls, bo

I’m in the council area with Meredith, Gael, Hakeem, Diego, Bhakti, Karamea, and Sandra.  We’re hearing from our scouts about their latest raid on Julian’s pack through a teleconference.“You know we took out the McKinney and Conroe stations over the last two weeks.  Nothing seemed weird until we completed our attack on the Amarillo station.  There is no one here.” The general, Harley, says.“What do you mean?” I ask. “Just what he says, Liam.  The station is completely empty,” Harley’s lieutenant general, Joanie, replies.“It looks like they had cleared out in a hurry, too.”  Harley’s voice is as perplexed as all of the faces around me are.“Did you catch their scent?  See any sign of where they could have gone?” Hakeem asks.“They definitely headed south, our thought is to the main packhouse, based on what the