Romances de Natalie May

ALORA“Can I see them again?” My voice cracked, and my throat was raw from crying, from screaming, from everything.The doctor paused in the doorway, her hands full of charts, and glanced toward Catherine as if the decision belonged to her. Catherine gave the faintest nod. Only then did the doctor step aside.“They’re right here, Luna,” she said gently.I lurched forward with trembling hands as I gripped the frame of the NICU viewing window. Behind the glass, the twins lay in separate bassinets, wrapped snugly, their tiny chests rising and falling rhythmically. Wires and tubes trailed from their bodies, their monitors were blinking softly, but they were breathing. They were alive.I pressed my palm to the glass, and a sob tore out of me. “Oh, goddess. They’re really here, they’re here.”“They’re safe,” Catherine said from behind me in a low voice. She moved closer, placing a hand on my shoulder. “They’re right where they belong now.”I nodded furiously, blurring my vision with fresh t

CATHERINEFor a moment I couldn’t move.The baby blankets were soft in my hands, faded with familiar stitching. I could still see the store clerk smiling as I asked for the twins’ names to be embroidered in neat cursive. I had stood for hours in that shop, choosing colors and fabrics, imagining Alora’s shy smile when I placed the finished bundles in her hands.And now they sat here.Shoved into a bin.Hidden in a rotting house at the edge of the woods like they meant nothing.My wolf snarled inside me, claws raking against the edges of my skin, demanding blood. The rage was so hot, so sharp, I could barely breathe. If I stayed in this room one moment longer, I would tear the walls down with my bare hands.But rage wouldn’t bring answers. Rage wouldn’t save the twins. And now that I knew for a fact that the babies had been here, getting angry and acting on my own wouldn’t be a smart thing to do. So I forced myself to stay level headed, shoved the blankets back down with trembling hands

CATHERINELilith lied.I knew it the moment her voice slid through the phone last night, soft and sweet as honey. “I’m at the pack house, Catherine. I’ve had a headache all evening.”If only she knew I’d been standing in the woods when she said it, watching her cloaked figure slip past the woods into the strange abandoned house in the woods. I didn’t call her out. Sometimes it’s better to let liars think they’ve won. They grow careless when they believe no one is watching.So I watched.And I waited. Lilith didn’t come out of the house even though I waited for almost thirty minutes. I decided to leave for my own safety, but I knew that something fishy was going down somewhere.By morning, I had already decided what I would do.When I found her in the hospital hallway with her hair perfectly in place, and her dress just rumpled enough to look casual, she wore the same mask of innocence she always did.I knew she had her monthly checkup at the hospital today, and I’d been patiently wai

LILITHThe night wrapped around me like a cloak, thick and quiet, and I smiled at the thought that I didn’t need its protection. I had my own. Still, the black fabric of my hood draped neatly over my head, the hem brushing my cheekbones, my boots whispering against the stone as I slipped out of the compound gates. I didn’t look back. Looking back was for people who feared being caught.I didn’t fear.The guards at the gate barely lifted their heads. They were used to me by now — the grieving sister of their Luna, the pretty shadow who wandered in and out of the pack house at odd hours. If they thought anything at all, it was probably that I was restless and lonely. That I couldn’t quite fit anywhere, and so I drifted.And that was the beauty of it.They underestimated me. They all did. And when people underestimated you, you became invisible.My lips curled in a smile and satisfaction spread all over me.Everything was falling into place.Sebastian’s absence from the hospital, Alora’s

CATHERINE The hospital room was dim, lit only by a lamp in the corner and the glow of moonlight spilling across the bed. Alora lay turned toward the window, her back half to me, her body still and stiff under the thin blanket. She hadn’t spoken much since the twins were taken.I set the tray I carried down on the table. The clink of the porcelain seemed too loud in the silence.“You haven’t eaten all day,” I said gently, though I knew she wouldn’t answer.She didn’t. Her shoulders rose with one shallow breath, then another.I sighed and pulled a chair closer to the bed. “I’m not here to scold you, sweetheart. I just… I thought maybe you’d want company.”Her gaze didn’t leave the window.We sat in silence for several minutes. I’d learned not to press too quickly; grief had its own timing. Finally, I folded my hands in my lap and tried a different approach.“You know, your mate hasn’t left this hospital since the attack,” I said softly. “He’s been running himself ragged. Searching, que

LILITH I had taken extra care to prepare everything. The fire was lit low, the curtains were drawn, and the air was perfumed with crushed lavender and bergamot. On the table, two cups waited, one laced with the white powder I had crushed to dust with the edge of a spoon. I stirred it carefully into the darker cup, watching the swirl disappear. It was a sleeping draught, it wasn’t deadly, just strong enough to make even an Alpha sleep for days. My wolf purred at my feet. He’ll come. He always comes. I smoothed my hair one last time, and checked the angle of the mirror. My reflection smiled back at me. I looked composed and elegant, and nothing like the feverish hunger that gnawed inside me. Sebastian would see poise and calm. He would never know what waited underneath. And then the knock came. It was soft, almost hesitant. I swallowed my thrill and forced my voice into a gentle murmur. “Come in.” The door creaked open, and there he was. Sebastian filled the doorway lik

CHRISTIAN & HAZEL I chuckled as the doctor squirted the gel on Hazel’s tummy, making her squirm. Hazel always reacted to the cold. I kissed her and watched as the wand moved back and forth, and the image became clearer. “There’s your baby.” The doctor, Suzanne smiled, clicking and measuring. I held my breath as she turned on the sound, and I heard the heartbeat. The odd noise filled the room, the fast, steady sound like music to my ears. “You’re sure you want to know the sex?” “Yes!” Hazel and I exclaimed. “It’s a girl,” Suzanne announced. I laughed. “I’m surrounded. My own little harem.” Hazel’s eyes were focused on the screen. She tilted her head, looking confused. “It all looks good…” Suzanne’s voice trailed off. I frowned at the subtle change in the noise. It was faster, like an echo of itself, the strumming continuous. “Well, look who’s been hiding,” Suzanne mused and glanced over at us. She grinned and winked at me. “You did good, Christian.” She peered at the screen in

HAZELI crawled into bed with Christian, snuggled into his side, and rested my head on his chest. He groaned as he shifted.“Are you all right?” I asked, worried that I had hurt him.He nodded. “Colin warned me that getting the sensation back in my legs was going to hurt. He’s fucking right.”Between rushing after Valerie, walking for everyone, moving around the house with his walker, and sitting on Valerie’s bed as he read to her for over an hour, I knew he was exhausted. But when I asked if he was ready to sleep, he said he wasn’t. I felt the same way too. Mentally, I was still wide awake. “Do you want some pain killers?”“No. As weird as it sounds, I want to feel it. I never thought I would get to this point, so aches and all, I’m going to go with it.”I laughed softly. “You’re right, Christian. You are weird.”He dragged her up his chest,causing a little gasp of surprise to escape me.“You wanna help me forget about the aches, Hazel?” he murmured in my ear, biting my lobe. “Make m

The room around me buzzed with activity. Voices, people moving, talking to me, trying to get my attention. I held my breath, scared that if I even so much as breathed, I would miss something important.My focus was on one thing. The doctor examining Valerie. I had insisted, and finally Hazel relented, seeing how upset I was about her. My wife glanced up, smiling as she lifted Valerie to her shoulder. She tilted her chin, letting me know everything was okay. A fact that she was certain of, but I needed to be sure. She handed Valerie over to me and escorted the doctor out and I relaxed, pressing a kiss to my daughter’s head. She looked up, wrinkling her nose.“Hi, Daddy.” “Hey, baby girl.” She patted my hand. “Boo-boo better,” she cooed. “Good.” “Yeah, Daddy feels better.” I brushed a curl off her face. “How did you know?” She pushed on my cheek with her tiny finger. “You Daddy again. You smile.” I dropped my head, pressing kisses all over her sweet little fa

I had never tried to comfort a person still caught between being a young man and a grown-ass adult. I had never reached out and been the role model.It was another lesson I was learning.Dennis was emotional. Filled with apologies. Begging for forgiveness. Once I broke through his stuttering words and barely held-back sobs, I set him straight.“What happened was not your fault. You didn’t put me in this wheelchair, Dennis. None of it is your doing. You need to stop blaming yourself.”“I can’t.”“You can. Get some help. I’ll ask Randy to take you on. He is an amazing person to help you sort things out and get your head straight.” I barked out a laugh. “If he can handle my shit, he can help you.”“But he’s here.”“Yes,” I agreed. “Which is where you need to be. You have a life waiting here for you, Dennis. A job you’re good at. Friends. Family.” I huffed out a breath. “Don’t let that day define you. Move past it.”“The guilt,” he said quietly. “It holds me hostage. That I’m walking arou

I grabbed her hips, guiding her. Pushing her up and pulling her back down. She sobbed my name, her back arching as her release washed through her. I watched as she lost herself in the moment. I had forgotten how beautiful she was in her release. The way her entire frame shuddered. How she bit her lip and lowered her chin as if sinking into the feeling. The breathiness of my name falling from her lips. And how it felt when her muscles fluttered, tightened around me, taking all I had—giving me so much more.My body strained, the urge to thrust and grind against her eclipsing everything else. An orgasm hit me, obliterating everything in its path. I saw stars, the ecstasy was so great. I opened my mouth in a soundless scream, and somewhere, deep inside, I felt a flex, the pinching of muscles not used for so long now gripping, then vanishing as fast as they had engaged. A long, agonized sound escaped as my entire being surrendered. The pain, the pleasure, the sweet torture of it all.Hazel

CHRISTIANThe taste and feel of my wife chased away the last lingering remnants of my dream. Hazel wasn’t walking away. She was right here, with me, in my arms.Right where she should be.I kissed her deeply, seeking out her tongue with mine, stroking hard and deep. Reclaiming her mouth. Reclaiming her. I yanked her tight to my chest, pulling off the towel she had draped around her body. I pushed down the blanket that covered me, needing to feel her. I dragged her over my lap, groaning at the feel of her weight pressing down on me. Still kissing her, I slid my hands over her silken thighs, parting them and settling her so she straddled me.She pulled back, gasping. “Is this okay?”“Fucking yes, it’s okay.” I pressed my mouth to her neck, licking up the damp, elegant column of her throat. “It’s fucking perfect.” I murmured. “You’re so perfect for me, Haze. And I’m such an idiot. Everything that has happened, it only made you stronger, but not me… I got weak.”She grabbed my face, holdi