All Chapters of Ruling The Pack (Mated To The Night Book 3) : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I gasped. “You did?” Night and I asked at the same time.Violet hopped to her feet. She hadn’t looked so vibrant since Troy had given her the alpha wound, the marks of which had faded a lot in the last few weeks. “Come on, you two! Let’s show you all the changes we’ve made.”A few minutes later, our new home came into sight, and I was already amazed to see all the work that had been done. It’d been weeks since I’d last stopped by, and it had undergone a complete makeover. The outside was painted a gorgeous sea green. The door and windows were trimmed with white. Inside, there were vibrant rugs and knitted tapestries, and the kitchen was a deeper jungle-green shade with brass finishings on the drawers and cabinets. The banisters and floor had been polished to a shine, and the place was filled with natural light.Upstairs, the nursery had been painted a soft, eggshell white with stars painted in various hues across the walls. The rug was plush and white, like soft fur under our feet. Th

The sound of Bryn’s sharp gasp had my head snapping toward the door so fast, the hallway spun. I rushed for the door, but Dom got in my way.“Oh no, you don’t!” he said, hands flat on my chest. “You’re not about to barrel in there and bring things to a halt, Night.”I growled at him, gripping his shoulder and pushing him out of the way. Dom was great at grappling, so all he did was wrap his arms around my waist and pull me back. Bryn gasped again, and I fought against my beta, but just as I was about to be free, Lance tackled us both to the ground. We wrestled until they somehow got hold of some rope.“Fuck both of you.” I seethed as they forced my hands behind my back and tied them. The rope was a measure for fathers like me who were too rowdy to restrain themselves. No one came out to check on what was going on because this was pretty par for the course.The two of them hauled me to my feet and forced me into a chair. They sat on either side of me, breathing even harder than me. I w

Bryn had given birth to a girl. I had a daughter.She looked at me, a tired smile on her face. “Night, come and see her.”For all my eagerness to get in here, now that it was over and it was time for me to meet my daughter face to face, my legs moved like they were weighed down with steel. When I made it to the bed, Bryn moved the blanket so I could see her face.I’d seen brand-new babies before—when I was a teenager, I helped my mom midwife for pregnant mothers in the infirmary. Back then, I’d thought the newborns were so small as to be alien, but the moment I set eyes on my baby girl, all I could think about was how perfect, how lovely she was. Her skin was so delicate, and she seemed to be crafted from pink parchment. Her tufts of soft, black hair shone in the room, and her itty bitty mouth revealed an itty bitty tongue when she gave a tiny yawn. I fell in love with her immediately.“Isn’t she beautiful?” Bryn asked in a whisper.“Yes,” I replied, my voice cracking.“You want to ho

Pax and I did two laps around Panacea. There had been a lot of changes since the boys started relearning their humanity. With the help of Lance, myself, Mom, the builders, and the gardeners, they were learning the skills they needed to make the space their own. Inside the cabins, those who were further along with their recovery were able to paint their rooms.Samuel had helped them with that. He was a completely different person. No longer agoraphobic, he’d blossomed into a social butterfly. I think part of him wanted to atone for escaping without them—something he viewed as a betrayal—but more than that, he’d missed his friends.I referred to the feral kids as “kids” and “boys,” but the oldest of them were only a little younger than me. They were close to adulthood but knew nothing about how to function in a real pack. There was a special school to teach them the basics of pack life and to continue—in some cases, re-teach them—their education. Tanya and a few other women ran it. I’d

The way she tried to parrot our words was beyond adorable. She spoke gibberish now, but she’d say her first word in no time, and Bryn was convinced it would be some variation of “daddy.” I hoped every day that she was right.After we hung up, Bryn and I shifted and went out to run. I’d always suspected that Bryn was faster than me if she really sprinted, and I was right. She raced me to the hot springs. Her sleek body darted between the trees with so much grace and speed, she was just a streak of darkness yards ahead of me. It took so much energy just to keep her in sight, and I was content just to watch her.Of course, she reached the springs ahead of me. We were both panting, though I was more out of breath. “I thought you were tired,” I said.“I was.” She wore a wolfish smile. “But I had to leave you in the dust just for fun.”I shifted and pushed my hair out of my face. “‘Fun,’ she says,” I grumbled.She laughed and also shifted to her human form. The sight of her took my breath a