All Chapters of Ravished by the Beasts: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

IsobelleI hurried out into the chilly air to greet my parents. I was nervous at first, but the moment I locked eyes with my father, I saw nothing but love staring back at me. Mum was tearful, hugging me, then held my face and told me she loved me.“Your tummy really has four babies in it,” Mum squealed, sounding amazed at how big I was. “I’ve missed you so much,” she uttered between planting kisses on my cheek. “You look good, doesn’t she, Arron? She’s glowing,” Mum beamed.“Come in and meet the Bennetts,” I insisted. “They’re wonderful people. You’ll like them.”My smile contorted into a pained grimace. I tried to recover it, but the flinch I saw in my mum’s eyes told me it hadn’t slipped past her.“You need to get back inside and sit down.” She guided me in through the door and gave Lynn a welcoming smile. “Hello,” Mum acknowledged. “You must be Lynn? I’m Fiona.”Alex took the suitcases into the freshly decorated guest bedroom. Mum and Dad seemed impressed by the cabin. Our home wa

Lucas“It’s going to be okay, baby, I’ve got you,” I murmured, holding her close to me as Alex drove us to the hospital.At least it had stopped snowing long enough for the roads to be cleared. I couldn’t tell which one of us was trembling more, Isobelle or me.Isobelle cried out with another agonizing contraction, clutching hold of her stomach as if it was going to explode.“Argh!” She buried her face against my chest, and I held her close.My brothers’ thoughts mirrored my own. All we could do was comfort her and watch helplessly from the sidelines.Our parents followed in the car behind us. Grayson must have been too dazed to think straight because he handed the keys to his beloved Porsche to Isobelle’s old man and told him he could take his car to the hospital.“That’s it, baby, keep breathing just like we learned in the Lamaze classes,” Grayson coached, mimicking the actions so that Izzy could copy them.Holy shit! I’m going to be a dad. We're all going to be fathers. It's really

IsobelleOne month later . . .Soft whimpers stirred me from my sleep — if you could even call it that. It only felt like minutes since I last got the girls settled.I cracked my eyes open; the air stung my corneas, and my head spun like I was suffering from a hangover. Exhaustion had kicked in, siphoning my energy and willpower. For the past few days, I had been running on the fumes of my sanity, thanks to a narrow window of four hourly feeds that never went according to plan. My God, those girls could eat.One feeding time rolled into the next, and before I knew it, hours had passed by. Owning one pair of tits instead of a set of udders was a tremendous disadvantage. It was a quadruplet mother’s pitfall. The only way that I could feed them all at once was to change into my wolf form, and even then, it was no easy feat. The girls could not shift and struggled to latch by themselves. It meant I had to express milk and rely on my husbands to help. Keeping up with the supply and demand

Eighteen years later . . .“Faith, is that my Angora sweater?” Jasmine accused, glowering at her sibling.Faith was busy fussing over the cat, Tiddles. She focused on him, pretending not to have heard her sister.“Hey!” Harley raged as she stormed into the kitchen. “Who used all my deodorant?” She shook the empty canister in her fist as evidence.“Mom! These thongs aren't mine. You put them in my drawer,” Allyson bellowed. She flung the skimpy garment across the room, where they skidded across the tabletop. The guys all recoiled from where they were sitting, enjoying breakfast, eyeing the lacy thong as if it was diseased.“Get it off the fucking table,” Lucas roared, horror-stricken.“I'm not touching it!” Grayson refused, point-blank, and I saw the whites of his eyes.The joys of parenthood.I seized it, letting it dangle from my index finger. “Who do these belong to?” I asked, holding them up for all to see.Jasmine snatched them from me with an embarrassed huff. “Those are mine. Yo

IsobelleThe boys busied themselves in the kitchen, preparing a banquet for five. I took the time to freshen up and changed into a full set of black bike leathers with a surprise underneath. They did a double-take as I stuffed the Union Jack helmet onto my head and gave a slow twirl."I love my kidnap-iversary present. It fits me perfectly," I told them, appreciating their humorous taste.We hadn't even left the house yet, and the row of tents forming in my husbands' pants was enough to poke someone's eyes out. The salacious grins on their faces hinted I was in for a rough-and-ready ride, and I wasn't talking about the forty-minute drive to the mountains. I glimpsed Alex and Grayson slipping suspicious items into the picnic hamper. The pacifier gag went in straight after a rolled-up bundle of black rope, along with a blindfold.Mason gave the chinstrap of my bike helmet a gentle tug to check I secured it, then sent my ovaries into overdrive with a flirtatious wink. The dragged-out moa