All Chapters of Trios: Beginning: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was a young maiden goddess, newly minted and out on my own for the first time when Pan saw me. He was the god of nature, and under normal circumstances, we would have met walking around Olympus. But the nature of my duty set us apart. I worked through the night, watching over the world while everyone else slept, and I rested during the day. The only time I had the freedom to explore was on the nights of the full moon, when I was hidden from the world. One night a month didn’t leave much time for adventure.Pan became smitten with me. He loved the way his domain looked bathed in my light—the soft glow of dew on leaves, the way it nourished the flora and fauna, and the ethereal stillness that accompanied my presence.But there was no way for us to meet.For months, he conspired and planned, searching for a way to draw me to him. Then, on one fateful night, he succeeded.Being the god of nature, Pan could create anything he imagined. He conjured a flower—bright white, never seen before—

If Jared and Alistar had any idea what had nearly happened before they walked into the arena, they would never let us go camping alone.Shit, they’d probably never leave us alone again.I have no idea if this is a blessing or a curse.Carl and I have always had this weird connection. He has been my best friend since the day I could differentiate between my three friends, drawn to him in a way that never quite made sense. The four of us were raised nearly as brothers, born within five months of each other, bound to rule the pack together. But Carl and I—we were born on the same day.We were closer than the others. A secret language connected us when we were kids, as if we were twins instead of just best friends.As we grew, we shared everything. First fights. First crushes. First kisses. But no matter how many she-wolves I touched, no matter how many I fucked—I always came back to Carl.I was sixteen when I realized I was bisexual.I remember the exact moment. Watching my friends train,

Oh, Goddess above, the sparks running through my body wherever Carl touches me are unreal.He’s my mate.The one man I’ve wanted my entire life is my mate.But I can’t dwell on it—not when his mouth is making me lose my damn mind.His hand kneads my balls, the other wrapped tightly around the base of my cock, squeezing, twisting, teasing. But his mouth—fuck, his mouth. My head tilts back, my eyes rolling closed as he hollows his cheeks and sucks.Then he pulls off slowly, deliberately, his tongue dragging along the underside of my dick.“Carl—” My voice breaks. I try to cover my mouth to stifle my moans, but it’s fucking impossible.Sound carries in the night, and even though we’re a mile from the packhouse, werewolves have very sensitive ears.The last thing I need is an audience for this.“I thought you said this was your first time—oh, fuck! How are you so good at this?” I manage to gasp out between strangled groans.His heated gaze locks onto mine.His lips tighten around me, pulli

Two months later…Standing under the spray of the shower, I only just now realize I’m washing my hair with face wash instead of shampoo.Again.Fuck.This is the third time this week.I sigh, scrubbing my hands through my hair and forcing myself to focus as I rinse it out—this time with actual shampoo.I’ve been doing stupid shit like this a lot lately.Orange juice in my cereal.Forgetting to take the pen cap off before trying to write.Salt instead of sugar in my coffee.Absentminded. Distracted. Like I’m not really here.The only thing that ever seems to pull me out of it is sparring in the arena.The first week after Carl and I rejected each other is a complete blur.I barely remember anything.I didn’t want to get out of bed.I barely ate.I hardly slept.I was drowning in depression, but I couldn’t let anyone see it.Couldn’t let anyone know I had rejected my mate.Because then, they’d know the real reason.That I had given up my mate…Because I couldn’t let the pack know I’m gay

I can’t believe I found her the first place I went looking.My second chance mate.And she’s a sexy little vixen.Her name is Lauren Densmore. Daughter of a warrior and the head of a construction company. She’s been training with her mother to help prepare newly shifted wolves for combat.And you can see it in the way she moves.She’s lean, but strong. Sculpted arms. Long, toned legs.And in that short, black, strapless dress?Goddess, help me.Her perky little ass is practically begging to be grabbed, and those full, handful-perfect tits are making it damn near impossible to focus. They’re about a D-cup, and while that might be a lot for some guys—I’m a big-ass dude.If I want a handful, they’ve gotta be chesty.And her face?Breathtaking.Fair skin with a dusting of freckles across her nose and shoulders. Red waves tumbling to her mid-back. Blue eyes like the Caribbean.And those lips?Fuck.Kissable. Edible.The only bad thing about meeting her tonight is that we have to sit through