All Chapters of War of Threes: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

After the battle, the funeral, and everything that went down with Zak and Arya, I need some time for myself.  Self-care is important, ya’ll.   I make my way to the meadow that Meredith showed us when I first arrived, not far from the battlefield.  The moon is full and low in the sky, almost as if it is loaded down with the weight of what happened today.  As if Selene is crying from the pain from today’s events. I can feel that pain as well.  It is sad to see so many allies, acquaintances, and friends gone.  Seeing others grieving.  To feel the alliance with a specific pack flicker.  It killed something in your soul. But I was also elated.  I had survived.  I was alive and well, along with all of my pack, my family, that were here.  And I had found my mat

After stopping by to see Clara and assure her that Zak is fine, we walk to our suite on the top floor.  Zak’s strength seems to be returning and he is able climb the stairs without issue.Charlie’s and my minds have been in turmoil since Zak explained what he had been going through.  Feelings of fear, pain, anger, grief, and worry flow through the matebond.  It doesn’t help that we feel potent feelings of grief, regret, and uncertainty from Zak.  But there is also a sense of peace.  His side of the bond seems more calm than it was before the fire.  More focused.  He’s definitely still grieving for his father, but it’s not as all consuming as it was.When we get back to the suite, Charlie flops down on the couch while I lock the door.  When I

The taste of her dances along my tongue as I tongue fuck her pussy, bringing Merry to a second orgasm before Gael rips open the door behind her.            Merry has her legs so tightly around my head, that I can’t move, but I look up and see that Gael is already naked and more than ready for us.           He grabs her face in his large hands, tilting her up for a kiss. His hands move down her body to squeeze her tits.           She moans into his mouth, her back arching.           “Ven acà Princesa

I stand waiting at the bottom of the staircase for my mother and sister to escort Meredith to us.  Hakeem is beside me.  If I didn’t know him as a mate, I would not know how nervous he is.  But the tick of his jaw and the way that he clenches and unclenches his fists by his side show me how the nerves are riding his body.  That, and the feeling I have through the bond.  I had asked him to replace Karamea as my beta.  His prowess as a warrior, his dedication to our people, and his abilities to organize and make sense of all of the pack business that I have to deal with everyday.  He’s perfect for the position. He accepted, but he was having second thoughts. “Cálmate, Tesoro. Estará bien. (Calm down, Treasure.  It’ll be ok.)”  I gr

I run into the bathroom, crouching in front of the toilet and lift the lid just before I vomit.  Shit!  This is the third time in the past few hours.  As a wolf, I’ve only ever thrown-up once before, when I had food poisoning as a young pup before I could identify the berries in the forest.  Wolves just don’t get sick. The only reason that I would be vomiting this much is…I look up from rinsing my mouth out to stare at myself in the mirror.  When was my last period?  I pull out my phone, pulling up my tracking app.  The pack GYN had recommended that I keep track of my cycles when Zak and I hadn’t conceived within the first two moons of our mating.  A she-wolf’s cycle was based on the lunar cycle, typically starting two to three days after the full moon and finishing within a few days.  That put our fertile period about a week later.  That means that my fer