All Chapters of SEEING HEART: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Olivia P.O.VIt used to be like observing a horror movie as I stepped out of the lavatory and noticed Liamface twisted in pain. He was shouting some thing at me but I used to be too busy making an attempt to determine out what used to be happening. I walked to the side to get a better view when Lilac spoke to me, 'mate is hurt.... 'I gasped when I noticed shifted werewolf claws digging into Liamhands. It looked painful... I watched the blood start dripping down the sill and clapped a hand over my mouth to keep from crying. I tried to communicate but Troy just kept shouting orders at me... He wanted me to get Terry and Robert. 'They can help!' Lilac whined.I rushed out of the room and down the stairs. "Help! Help!" I screamed as I ran into the kitchen. Thankfully Terry and Robert had been both sitting at the table."What happened?" Terry stood up from his seat."There were claws... the alpha... anyone is attacking Troy! They acquired up

Liam P.O.V"Alpha!" I heard Terry as I felt the weight of Chase's useless physique all at once lifted off of me.I shifted back, Brax unable to maintain wolf form any longer because of the injuries we bought from the fight. "I'm okay... it's simply a few scratches" I coughed."Yeah right! We have to get you to the pack medical institution or call the pack doctor" Terry scoffed."Just name the doctor, I desire to see Lu" I said as Terry helped me up."She might not want to see you all beat up" Terry defended."Fine... however I do not desire to preserve her ready either" I sighed as I limped along facet Terry."Great... pack doctor is on the way. Sit tight and they may get you patched up. That used to be a awesome battle Alpha... you kicked his butt! I'm happy that jerk is sooner or later gone" Terry stated angrilly. "What did he say to you before you killed him?""How do you know he said something?" I asked with

Olivia P.O.VTroy and I did mark every different on the final full moon and it felt wonderful. I feel so blessed to have Troy as a mate and he has been so affected person thru my nightmares and all of my struggles. I comprehend that I could not have asked for a better mate.It's been a couple of months when you consider that then and Troy and I nonetheless have not achieved the mating process or the luna ceremony... however I finally sense ready. After all of the love and support that I have gotten from Troy and the pack I be aware of that I'm ready.Robert and Terry ended up marking and mating each other on the full moon and they are the cutest couple. They have been having a gift conflict recently the place they provide every different a small present each and every morning and a love note. They are so in love and it is notable to watch. The pack was once terrific supportive of them being chosen mates and it used to be super to see.After the fu

Harley I’m baking, something I haven’t done in years. That time my life went to shit and I ran away to Italy, I learned to bake from Marcos’ mother. Not that Marco, the other one, we have two, I’m starting a collection. Baking is normally something I only do when I’m depressed, so the fact it’s been years is a good sign. I discovered that when my hands were busy with something, and I followed a recipe written out in front of me, my turbulent thoughts subsided, at least until I put whatever I made in the oven and realized I had to clean up. Luckily, my kitchen here at home is top of the line and makes that process a whole lot easier. My sister Mikayla roped me into making her a wedding cake. Her literal words were, “if I have to suffer through all this wedding crap, I’m taking someone down with me.” So here I am in the wee hours of the night, fucking baking. I have no clue if these are appropriate flavors for a wedding cake either, but I have chocolate, lemon, and mojito. I was te

Harley The bell rings as I open the door of the cafe. It was the first thing I had installed when I bought the building to open shop. That little vintage bell just makes me smile every damn time. There’s a line of people waiting for their morning hit of caffeine, but I quickly find Mikayla sitting at our usual table and set the box down in front of her. My older sister does not look amused. She’s been especially moody recently. It must be the hormones, but you won’t find me saying that out loud any time soon. “Finally.” She mutters. “Oh relax, I’m not that late.” I make my way behind the counter and stuff 10 dollars into my swear jar before grabbing some forks. Every Saturday we use whatever’s in my jar to buy drinks at our favorite bar. It’s usually enough to buy all six of us two rounds each. What can I say, I’m an advocate for all words. All but one. Mikayla notices my deposit. “What ha