It's extra long, but I didn't want to split it into two.
Cas’ pov Maybe that should have been something that I was supposed to ask. I mean, they’re not my kids, but I know that they will be. When I set my mind on something, there’s nothing stopping me. Once I made the decision to fight for Ripley, everything that was shit turned into fucking gold. Life with her and the girls is perfect, even when it’s not. Like today. Today was far from perfect. Today I wanted to kill her mother, but yeah, that’s not the best salutation to any problem. But, goddamn, that woman is annoying. And self-absorbed. Coming from someone who has been called self-absorbed and selfish, a fucking lot. So, I should know. Fuck. I sighed, looking at my girlfriend, whose mind was reeling from the talk she just had. How can I fix this? Do I need to just listen, or do I need to call up some people to find out everything there is to know about Ripley’s so-called mother and tear her life to bits? And the money! The fucking money! That house isn’t even worth two hundr
Ripley’s pov “Um, uh…” Never before had Leticia not known what to say. That woman was wise beyond her years and always seemed to know what to say in any situation. Could she tell what Cas and I had done in the car? Could she see on my face that half way through the trip I actually started to really consider giving him a blowjob since that hard on wasn’t going anywhere? No.... silly, she isn’t a mind reader, I told myself. “Did something happen?” I asked, jumping to the worst-case scenario. Because why wouldn’t I? Last time I left my girl somewhere, they were taken. “Um, sort off. The girls are safe and here. They didn’t see him. But um.” She sighed. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Ripley. Someone came asking for you. And he… he said he was your husband.” Cas laughed, “some paparazzi bullshit trying to gain information probably.” “What did you say?” I asked. There wasn’t a single part of me that took her statement seriously. We had buried Oliver. Well, part of him. “I told
Cas’ pov Just a phone call. She acts like it’s just a fucking phone call. Doesn’t Ripley realize this could change everything? I’m not even fucking sure if that’s really her dead husband, but if it is, it will change everything. Every fucking thing! Fuck, it makes me angry. Things weren’t perfect. I mean, just this morning we had an awful conversation with her bitchass mothers, but still. Things were as perfect as they could be despite the circumstances. And I am not saying I am perfect, either. I am a piece of shit, who is trying to be better. I am doing my fucking best to be the best person for Ripley, and the weird thing is it doesn’t even feel like work. Because when I’m with her and her daughters, how can I not want to be a good person? Being around them makes me better. It makes me happy. Ripley, River, and Rose are my favorite people in the world. And if this man on that fucking doorbell video is Oliver, then... Then I’m screwed. Doesn’t Ripley realize there are only two
Ripley’s pov My feet could not stay still. My whole body needed to move for me to feel calm, which felt counterintuitive because every tap of my feet caused Cas to glare at me. He was nervous too, for a different reason than I was. “I think I should stay.” He said again. We have had this same discussion three times now. “I don’t think that’s smart.” I replied. In honesty, I am kind of scared Cas might try to fight with Oliver. “Ley…” “Cas…” Cas sighed. “I don’t like you being along with him.” “Nothing will happen. You know that.” Cas shook his head. “I don’t know the guy. And I need more information on him. Why did he come back now? What does he want?” “I will ask him all these questions. But if you’re here, it will only make things more tense. Besides, you were going to spend the day with River and Rose.” It slightly helped that I didn’t want the girls here either. Only slightly, though. “If he tries anything...” Cas threatened, and I knew I had made the right choice. It w
Cas’ pov I tried my best to focus on the girl, but I had this nagging feeling that this conversation between Oliver and Ley would go very differently than she thought it would. That’s why I wanted to be there. It’s my job to protect her. Not that she can’t protect herself, but still. I would rather it be me who beat up her ex than her. There is no way he could have a good reason for faking his death. Nobody who fakes their death does so because they aren't in danger or are dangerous themselves. I stared at River and Rose. What could convince someone to abandon these two girls? The only valid reason in my book, was if he was held captive. And tortured or something. But if that were the case, he’d be injured a lot, fucking more, and probably pretty traumatized. He didn’t sound traumatized based on what Ripley told me, but I have never been to war, so what the hell do I know? “Cas?” Rose asked. “Can you push me?” I pushed her swing softly at first, picking up a little speed. I did
Here is chapter one of my new story: Huntint Our Mate. Here is the blurb. For now. It might change: “Just stop it. It won't work.” I sighed, making Raiden stop midsentence. “You're lying, Zev. You like our little mouse.” “If your aim is to get me to fall for her, why do you continue to call her ours?"I teased my friend back. Raiden shrugged, “because she is. Until she's not... When you claim her as yours.” When Alpha-heir Raiden sees his best friend staring at the new girl, Atalanta, he notices an instant spark between them. Zev is against the notion of having a mate and refuses to date anyone before he has rejected his mate. Raiden tries everything to get Zev and Atalanta alone, hoping they won't be able to deny their attraction. But the more he tries, the more Raiden realizes he's developing feelings for Atalanta as well. Atalanta has no interest in dating either; she's too busy focusing on her mission. She has been sent by the hunters to find out as much as she can about
Raiden’s pov “You’re mean,” my best friend Zev said. It was just a joke. The girl needed to get some hair on her chest. Not literally; I mean, some people might be into that sort of thing, but I like my girls as hairless as possible. But she needs to toughen up. I have no clue why anyone that timid and shy is here. Nothing about her screams high-ranking wolf. She looks sick, weak, and maybe kind of pretty with those big blue eyes and pouty lips. If you like that heroine chic look, I guess. This is an academy for the best of the best. A school where you can learn to become even better so you can serve your pack. A place where you can make allies that can benefit you for years to come. My grandpa is actually the one who started this school as a way for our packs to learn to get along. We were so busy fighting stupid pack wars that we failed to realize how much we had in common. But that wasn’t even the primary reason to open the school. Grandpa Vince explained to me a few years ag
Zev’s pov I had no clue why Raiden invited the poor girl. She’s not the type of girl who hangs around him. Not the type of girl he invited back to our room. Not that Raiden’s very picky. As long as they have boobs and a pretty face, he's game. That man is an ass man, though. If the girl has a good butt, he’ll try extra hard for her to like him. Not that he really has to try. Raiden is one of the most well-known Alpha heirs. People want to hang around him all the time, either to try and get a meeting with his dad or to be friends with the next Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. Alliences with our pack are like covited treasures. I guess I’m lucky. I don’t have to do anything. I’m born to be his best friend. Our mothers were best friends. They became pregnant together and even gave birth to us on the same day. Mom died when I was young, and ever since Luna Grace and Alpha Ethan took me in. They’re like my parents in a way. I’m lucky to have them in my life. Grace, Ethan, Raiden, and