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Well, that’s two questions answered. Alessia is definitely a Guardian and because she’s a Guardian, her parents ran away from the pack rather than risk having her forced into a mate bond.As thankful as I am for some answers, and as excited as I can see that Cara is, Angel is still recovering. She needs her rest. “Okay, we’ll come by tomorrow for dinner, but I think that’s enough for tonight. Angel still needs to rest and get stronger.”“Yes, of course.” Cara says. “But, before I go, I need to know. Have you been on the run this entire time? Liam mentioned something about vampires.”I look at Angel. It’s her story to tell. “I was held prisoner by vampires.” She says quietly.Cara’s enthusiasm immediately ends. “What?” She looks between us. “What do you mean ‘held prisoner’.” She uses her fingers to make air quotes as she says held prisoner.“A vampire prince kept me prisoner as his personal blood bag for seven years.”Cara gasps, her hand going to her mouth. “But you’re a werewolf. Va
Watching the vampires rip Sarah apart in front of me had been awful. I couldn’t shake the vision of it, the red of Prince Keenan’s eyes as he stared at me. I knew it was a dream, but the sounds, the smell, watching it happen, it was overwhelming, and I hope, once again, that Sarah got away.It takes me some time to come back to my senses, to my current situation. I’m in Liam’s pack, I’m in my room, I’m in the large bed that I’ve been sleeping in, I’m in Liam’s arms.Wait, what??!! I immediately go rigid. When did he shift back? Why did he shift back?Liam said he wants to talk. He’s stroking my hair with one hand and his other hand is on my hip, wrapped around me from behind, holding me against him. It doesn’t feel forced, it feels comforting, safe. My hand is on his bare chest, a chest that is very muscular. Rather than feel the repulsion that I used to feel with the prince, I want to run my hand over his muscles. I want to see if his body will shiver at my touch that way that Cyran’
My sweet little mate is on top of me, riding me like a fallen angel. I love the devilish look on her face as she sets her own pace, forcing me to take what she’s giving me. Her scent envelops me and I’ve never felt such ecstasy in my life. My mate, my everything, is here, giving herself to me.I moan as she rolls off me, rolling over on top of her, burying my face in her neck as I kiss her, lick her. I can’t get enough of her sweetness, a sweetness that I’ve never had in my life and I never want to let go of.“Ummm, Liam?” Oh, the sound of my name coming from those sweet lips. I’m so hard I may burst before I can slide back inside her.“Mmmm, yes baby? Are you ready for another round?” I’m definitely ready for another round.“LIAM!”It’s the urgency, mixed with a bit of fear that has me pulling out of my half-dream state. I whip my head up and reality comes crashing down around me. I’ve got my mate pinned down on the bed, her eyes are wide in surprise and just a bit of lust.I practic
I don’t understand why Liam would do so much for me. Doubling his patrols, giving me a place to stay, planning to buy me clothes, feeding me, giving me medical treatment. No one does all that just because a person needs it. It that were the case, my family and I wouldn’t have suffered for years as rogues. I’m not sure I trust his reasons, but he does seem genuine that he wants me to be safe. ‘I trust him.’ Alessia says. ‘There was nothing deceitful in his scent when he was talking.’ ‘You trust him? We don’t even know him Alessia.’ I feel her almost fidgeting in my mind. ‘Alessia?’ ‘I don’t know why, but I trust both of them.’ I sigh. I trust her and she trusts them. And Cara and Artemis also trust them, so for now, I’ll let it go. I’ll just have to figure out a way to pay him back for all of his assistance. I finish getting ready, continuing to wear clothes that hide my scars and leaving my long hair down so the scars on my neck aren’t noticeable. I would like to get my hair cut
I wasn’t sure how I felt about being so open with Angel, but she’s my mate. I want to share everything with her, and have her share everything with me. After our moment in the hallway, I know she’s beginning to feel the pull of the mate bond, even if she doesn’t recognize that that’s what it is. Everything about my beautiful Angel is drawing me in. And even more than her sweetness, her scent and her taste, the idea that I won’t be alone anymore, that there will be someone to bear this burden with me? It’s almost too much to hope for. We arrive at the Nelson home a few minutes before we were supposed to arrive. I’ve brought a couple bottles of wine, since Cara didn’t ask me to bring anything. I go around the truck and help Angel out. She’s so short that it’s a big leap for her, but mostly, I just want to take any opportunity there is to touch her. I keep hold of her hand as we walk to the door and ring the bell. I can hear talking on the other side, and I hear Clint ask who could b
I had no idea when I agreed to come to Cara’s house for dinner that it would be this emotional. There’s so much going on, so many emotions, so many memories that are coming to the forefront. It’s a bit overwhelming.Liam has been very supportive. I’m glad he’s here. I’m not sure I could do this without him.“Anders, you want to help me with the ribs? Cara, are you ready with everything else?“Yep, we’ll get the table set while you go pull the ribs off the slow cooker.” She says to Clint before looking at us. “They’ve been cooking for several hours. They should fall off the bone.”I follow her to the kitchen. “What can I do to help?” I ask.Rik goes to the oven and begins pulling out what looks like twice-baked potatoes, some sort of vegetable casserole and something else that smells like mac and cheese.“It all smells delicious.” Liam says, coming up behind me and putting his hand on my hip. I’ve noticed that any time I move away from him, he makes sure that he moves close again, touc
After making sure my girl understands that there is nothing and no one for me but her, we walk back into the living room. “All good?” Clint asks and we both nod. “Good, have a seat, we have some important things to discuss.” I had already learned quite a bit about Angel over dinner. Her life has been hard, harder than mine. Her parents struggled while they were on the run, but they made the best of things. The time in the cabin seems like the only time in her teen years when she had some normalcy. I know the rest of her story is going to be hard for me to hear. I know part of it, but I need to hear it all so we can plan for the threat that is coming. When we sit, I pull Angel into my lap. She blushes but I don’t care. She’s worried that I want someone else, she will learn that I want everyone to know she’s mine. Plus, I know this next part is going to be hard for her, and I want to support her. “Angel,” Clint starts, “we need to know what happened to you. I know it’s hard, but in
I’m excited about training. It’s been years since I trained with my father and I was getting really strong then. ‘We’ll get stronger much faster with Clint as our instructor.’ Alessia says. ‘Do you remember training with him, or remember Andra training with him?’ I ask. ‘Yes, he was patient but tough. Andra was a stronger wolf because of Clint and Donovan.’ I’m lost in my thoughts when Liam speaks. “A penny for your thoughts.” I smile at him. “Do you actually have a penny?” I ask. He digs around in his pockets, then begins searching his car, finally coming up with a quarter. “Hey, hey! I should get twenty-five thoughts for this.” I’m laughing, watching his antics. I take the quarter and set it back into the truck’s console. “I was talking to Alessia about training with Clint and Donovan. She remembers Andra’s training and says he is a good and patient trainer.” “I had the opportunity to train with him once. He’s a clever fighter. He will teach you a lot of things that will mak