All Chapters of The Reawakened Mates and their Quintuplets: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Susan twirls a strand of hair around her finger. “Where should I start?” Susan asks innocently.“Tell me why you want him to be destroyed?” Bob asks cupping her cheek with his hand.Susan covers herself with a blanket and sits up. She looks at Bob before she speaks. “Kadeem will ruin me. If he rejects me, I will lose my status as a Luna. I will lose my job at his fitness gyms. I told him I was pregnant to keep him.”Bob nods. “Go on, tell me more.” Bob begins to massage Susan’s shoulders as she talks. He knows keeping Susan happy is the only way he will get information.Without him, I will lose his income and my way of life. I will be nothing. I needed him to believe in this baby.” Susan brings her face to her hands and cries.Bob rolls his eyes but continues to rub her shoulders. He wants information from Susan. He still wants to know Kadeem’s biggest secret.“And you think you must have him to keep your status?” Bob questions her. “You are clever.”“Yes, he is an alpha,” Susan respo

he next day Kadeem sits at his office in his home. He shakes his head back and forth trying to make his thoughts of Ardal disappear so he can focus on work. Being hypnotized by Matteo is working. His memory is coming back. Jumping in water with Ardal is also working. Kadeem thinks back to the refreshing feeling of being in the water. His body is weightless. The waves in the water move him around. As the waves wash over his body, waves of memories enter his mind.Kadeem lays his head down on his desk, and he lets his mind drift to thoughts of Ardal in her sexy swimming suit. Ardal always wears a pink string bikini that shows off her perky breast and tight ass. Kadeem has often thought if he pulled on the string, her top would fall and expose her firm breasts. Kadeem moans in yearning. He just wants to squeeze her breasts and massage them gently, feeling her soft warmness in his hand. As she moves closer to him, he wishes she would pull down his swimming trunks, since his hard

Ardal The sterile white walls of Dr. Jack Rayburn's office do little to calm my nerves. I sit beside Erbao, clutching his small hand in my own, as the doctor reviews the latest test results. With five six year-olds - four of them boys - we seem to go from one accident or disaster to the next, and Dr. Rayburn knows my quints very well at this point. I’m still touched by Kadeem rescuing poor Milo today. That was one disaster averted, but here we are now. This time, it’s for Erbao, who hasn’t been looking well the last couple of days. I called this afternoon to get him in for a quicker appointment, and Dr. Rayburn squeezed him in immediately. "His kidney function has declined another ten percent." Dr. Rayburn's normally cheerful tone is grim. "If we don't act soon, renal failure is a very real possibility." My stomach twists into knots. I glance a

Kadeem Kadeem's fingers drummed on the worn wooden table, each tap echoing his wolf nature that seemed to pulse through his veins like a restless storm. As he and Mateo sat in "The Howling Moon" – a popular werewolf bar – the atmosphere buzzed with primal energy, making it difficult for Kadeem to focus on anything but the growing strength of his inner wolf.   Since his memories had flooded back a few days ago, he had also been experiencing a full resurgence of his wolf. Scents and sensations bombarded him, dragging him under a tide of recollection. Flashes of memory assaulted him. The combination of the two was akin to an emotional atomic bomb.   He’d been avoiding Ardal at the gym, shuffling off quickly after training appointments, and shutting himself in his office.   Mateo had been pleased when Kadeem told him about the recovered memories. The memories after his car accident still felt tangle

ArdalI awake with a start, the sunlight streaming in through the window and casting an ethereal glow over the room. As my eyes adjust to the light, I quickly remember where I am. Jack lays beside me, his chest rising and falling rhythmically in slumber.  I can feel the warmth radiating from his body, and it sends a shiver down my spine. The sheets are soft against her skin, yet they do little to soothe the tempest of emotions brewing within me. 'Last night was... wow,' I whisper to myself, memories of our passionate encounter flooding my mind like a tidal wave.  I remember the way his body felt pressed to mine, starting a fire within me that I hadn't felt in years. Our bodies had melded together as one, and the things he'd said to me – the sweet nothings and fierce declarations – had sent my heart racing like a wild stallion galloping across the plains. "Jack, you make me feel alive," I’d gasped between breaths, our b