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Zane's POV As soon as I heard Jameson wasn't doing good, I took off running as fast as I could for him. I ran as fast as I could toward my mates. It felt like I got there quicker this time than I did the first. I slowed down as I approached the stairs then quietly walked up. As soon as I stopped I listened closely, then I heard him.... I heard my little mate crying. I heard his whimpers, I heard him sniffle and cry. I moved forward, hoping the door was unlocked. I was so thankful when I turned the handle, it opened. His head shot up... When I first walked in, he was sitting on the couch with his legs pulled up in front of him. His arms wrapped around his legs and his head resting on his knees as he cried. As soon as I walked in, his head shot up and his legs dropped as he stood up tried to take a protective stance. As soon as he saw it me he relaxed. He looked at me for a moment before his face fell and he broke down crying again. I quickly moved forward as his body began to fa
Jameson's POV I wake up feeling the weight of Joshua laying across me and I smile as I open my eyes. I looked down to see his messy brown hair almost right in my face and I tightened my arms around him and press a kiss to the top of his head. I run my hands along his back while I lay there and look around the room. As I lay there, I begin to remember everything that happened yesterday, and last night. I look around my room, the room that was never small to me suddenly seems.... small... He's right... The house I built, I didn't build it for a family or my mate. I built it for myself.... It's the right size for one person, But not big enough for a family. It's not good enough for him... I think as I run my hand through his hair. I swallow the lump in my throat and push the tears back. I love this house, but I suppose I'll love the next one too. Or at least I'll try. That thought goes away when I remember that I won't even be living in a house. I'll be living in a packhouse. I c
Zane's POV I chuckle at my flustered little mate whose blushing fiercely and tripping over his words as he backs away from me then quickly turns and walks away as fast as he can. He disappears into the bedroom where I know he's going to wake our other little mate. I know I'm not ugly.... I've dated, nothing serious. Those dates never led to anything aside from sex. I did save myself initially, but when it felt like I wasn't going to find my mate I gave up on that. But nothing ever felt right, nor did it last past that night.... But no one's ever looked at me the way he did just a few minutes ago. Never! He looked at me as if it was the first time he had ever seen me. But even more than that, he looked at me as if I was the best thing he'd ever seen. I almost felt as if nothing else mattered to him but me as he looked at me like that. I've never felt that before. No one's ever had those kind of feelings for me before. It's only ever been sex. I could hear his little heart pou
Thaddeus's POVI watch the biggest smile spread across Noah's face as he takes step after step with Xander holding his hands out to catch him in case he falls.He's doing it, he's walking! I thought to myself, feeling the smile spread across my own face as I watched my little boy walk finally. He's doing so much better this time than the last.It almost seems like he's never going to stop walking and just take off running. I thought, as he continued to take step after step. But I watched as his legs finally begin to wobble. The telltale sign that his muscles are fatiguing and they're getting ready to give.That action doesn't go unnoticed by Xander. He's been so great with him. He notices every little detail like that and he gets ready to catch him.Not stopping or grabbing him too soon. Knowing Noah wants to go until his legs actually give out. I refuse to call it stubborn, because I personally don't think it is. He's pushing himself. He's pushing himself beyond his comfort zone and
Anders POV I'm so happy that he actually agreed to come watch the football game with us, with me! He always says no. He always has an excuse or something to do. In almost 6 months, this is only the third time he's been to anything with me aside from the large functions we have as a pack. Those he goes to regardless of me since he's a member of our pack. He usually busies himself at those functions, usually hanging out with his friends. He's really good at dodging me at those. I would spot him across the yard, but by the time I made it over to him, he's nowhere to be found. I'm usually left standing there confused and sad. Sad because I know he saw me coming his way and he took off before I'd even got to him. So, as you can imagine, having him sitting here with me right now, I'm beyond excited, beyond happy. I look at him and smile, he's so handsome! I thought to myself as I took in his features. His dirty blond hair that he spiked forward so perfectly Those beautiful blue eyes t
Anders POV I didn't think anything could break my mood and chase away how happy I was. That is until we got back to our room. He groaned as he looked at our bed and I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at it. What's wrong with the bed? I thought to myself. I did everything he wanted. I got a new bed, a bigger bed! We have a California king, new sheets, new pillows and new blankets.... The damn thing wasn't cheap either! I swear, he picked out the most expensive one they had! Good thing I had some money saved up! I thought to myself as I looked at the bed then tilted my head as I tried to figure out what was wrong. "Listen, stay on your side tonight!" He said as he kicked his shoes off. Isn't that what I do every night? I thought to myself as I watched his clothes go everywhere. Gosh he's so messy! I thought to myself as I watched him strip his clothes off and throw them on the floor. He literally left a trail of his belongings from the door all the way to the bed. The man didn'
Anders POV "More!" I said, while taking a defensive stance. "Don't stop, keep going!... Come on, attack me!" I yelled at the six of them who looked at each other nervously. I wiped the blood from my mouth then growled as I charge them. If they're not going to charge me, I'm charging them! "Fight me you assholes!" I growled out, pushing every ounce of authority I had onto them. It worked and I watched with a smirk on my face as the six of them charged me. I felt the punches, blow after blow to the face, gut, sides and back. Claws scraping against my back, shoulder and sides. Everything sounds muffled after one particular blow to my face. I tasted blood as it when everywhere. It felt like my nose exploded with that last punch. I stayed like that for a moment, on all four as the blood poured from my nose. Everyone stood back, afraid to move. I wiped the blood away, pinching my nose before pushing off the ground. I stumbled before yelling, "Again!.. attack me!" I yelled. I gro
Jameson's POV I didn't realize how close my face was getting, until I heard him let out a shaky breath. I paused, afraid to scare him but I felt him tug on my shirt ever so slightly. The tug was enough to let me know he wanted me to continue so I did. I looked into his eyes that were looking me half opened. His breath was coming out in quick shallow breaths. His heart was beating even louder. My mouth was so close to his I could feel his breath fanning my face. I could smell his sweet breath with each exhale he made. I moved forward again then felt my lips lightly brush against his. I pressed my lips to his more as I closed the rest of the distance, and my lips were finally pressed firmly against his. They were so amazingly soft. His hand fisted my shirt tight as he pulled on it. Wanting more of him, wanting to know what he taste like, I ran my tongue along his lower lip and I felt his lips slightly open. It was enough for me, and I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I felt my ton