LOGINCassie and Sally had outdone themselves. But of course, they are the bestest aunties anyone could ever ask for. Our large living room—Jaxon’s and mine—was decorated in pink ribbons and balloons, purple-themed cupcakes, and moon-shaped bulbs casting a warm glow over the gathered pack. I hadn’t expected almost everyone to show up for our little girl’s naming ceremony. But that’s what a pack is, right? They travel together and turn up for each other. Thank God Jaxon persuaded me—in the kinkiest way—to let him build a giant farmhouse for us. The room is alive with small talks, laughter, and clinks of drinks. Several people surround my baby’s cradle, cooing and making baby talks at her. Oh, she’s the cutest. She looks just like me but has her daddy’s eyes. Jaxon is obsessed with her. She’s only six months old, but she has him wrapped around her little finger. He calls her Moon, and he’d finished her crib he started months ago, carving a moon into the front panel. “They’re in love
Jaxon and I returned to Bear Lake in three days. We had to say goodbye to the kids and nuns. My heart was torn between staying back with the sobbing little angels I’d grown attached to or going back to where I truly belong—with my fiancé.With a heavy heart, I chose the latter, promising to visit soon with gifts.The moment we crossed into pack territory, something inside me settles. It's strange how my body easily recognizes home, like a warm, safe feeling... with many memories.It's mid afternoon, the compound is empty. A cab had dropped off Jaxon and I, his truck is parked next to the big tree.I'm a little tense, it all feels like five years ago and not five months. Jaxon notices this, so he takes my hand, leading us into the house while Snowie mewls from her cot.Immediately, the double doors open, the first people I set eyes on are so unexpected.“Aunt May! Sally!”My breath hitches in my chest, and before Jaxon can take me to them, I’m already flying into my sister's open arms.
((JAXON)) Five months have carved holes in my heart, streaked dark circles beneath my eyes, and turned every breath I take into a struggle to stay alive. I wake each morning reaching for her, only to find cold sheets and her scent still lingering on the pillow. My mate—my Belle—is gone. She's carrying our pup somewhere in the world where I can’t protect them, and that knowledge is slowly eating me alive. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can barely think past the constant ache in my chest that feels like someone ripped out half my heart and left the wound open to the air. It's early May, hard to believe I've survived all these months. I still remember that night. I'd came home expecting to find her curled in our bed, safe and warm and still angry with me. I would have taken her anger over this silence. But Cassie met me at the door with teary eyes and told me Belle had gone to see her aunt. Fine. That was understandable. So I waited. All evening. All night—for her. Dawn came,
I force myself to ignore Jaxon’s calls and texts. He is worried sick about where I am.Well, I’m at a cheap motel, crying my eyes out on the bed. I can’t sleep until the wee hours of the morning.Cassie’s text wakes me up. She informs me that Noah’s body is at the morgue, and that makes me start crying again. At this point, I feel like I could have heart problems because I’m crying too much.I have to leave the motel with Snowie so I can see Noah—my dad—one last time before I ask for him to be cremated. It would make me feel better carrying his ashes back to Bear Lake.Cassie meets up with me just before I leave the morgue. On our way back to my motel, Jaxon appears, looking like he’s had the worst night of his life—just like me.I miss him, want to hug him and cry in his arms, but then the betrayal hits home. I can’t just forgive him. No matter how many times he tries to explain himself, no matter how he pleads or reaches for me, I don’t give in.He even wants to fly back with me to
It's so fucking cold, and the iciness of the air sinks deeper into my skin with every shaky breath I take. I'm crouched behind an old caravan, Snowie is curled tight in her cot beside me—she keeps mewling, probably because of the tension and all. I can't even comfort her, I'm shaken myself, burning up with a fever, my stomach churning so much it feels like I want to puke. Cassie is pacing around a few feet away, she's scanning the tree line, just in case we’re being followed. Her shirt is dirty with blood—though the claw marks on her face are already healing. Werewolf gifts. A gift I wish Noah had. He’d probably still be alive, crouching beside me or petting Snowie. God, I'm in so much pain. I can't even stop crying, my cheeks are all iced up. "Jaxon and the betas are close," Cassie suddenly announces as she walks back toward me. "I can smell them. They'll be here any second." Her words should flood me with relief that Jaxon is alive, that Jaxon is coming. My mate, my anchor, the
Another loud bang echoes through the house, and my heart nearly stops. Cassie is frozen in her spot, her ears perked like she’s listening for more.I’m panicking, pulling off the heavy blanket to get out of bed. But I’m too weak. My legs buckle beneath me, and I almost fall, but Cassie is there in a flash, moving faster than my eyes can follow.“What do you think you're doing?” she whispers harshly after catching me. Then she steadies me against her, her breath ragged, her expression alert.I’m breathing hard, sweating profusely, fear pooling hot in my stomach.Another bang—an even harder one—shakes the walls. Snowie hisses.I freeze, my chest heaving like my heart is about to tear out of it. The house is under attack!“Cassie…” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I’m… I’m worried about Noah. He's alone.”Cassie stares at me, her eyes fierce, her jaw tight as she thinks for a bit.Then she moves. “Stay here. I’ll check on him. Don’t move,” she warns me strictly.I nod at first, too scared
“Fuck doll, keep sucking me like that, just like that…” Jaxon rumbles above me as I suck on the bulbous tip of his large cock, my sore pussy throbbing so badly it feels like an unbearable itch.We're both completely naked. We practically tore off each other's clothes the moment we stepped into the
“You're pregnant,” Jaxon's growl makes heat creep up my neck, a knot forms in my abdomen as he rubs my stomach.It's like the world has stopped. Nobody speaks nor moves… and they're all watching me like I'm about to turn into a magical creature and burst into pixie dust. Maybe I am… a magical creat
I'm arching on the bed, my ass up, the cold air licking my exposed, throbbing cunt.I'm trembling on my knees, heat itching my body, making me anxious for what's about to happen. Jaxon had arranged me this way before going to the closet to get something.My heart hammers when he returns with a bott
I think I’ve died. I’m not breathing, I’m not sure where I am, and my vision is blurry. There’s something inside of me—it’s splitting me in half, throbbing and stretching my pussy up to my stomach, making me pour out liquid. I feel stuffed, turned inside out. I grab the sheets and stretch, and a






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