Liam’s POV
“Son, how bad is it?”. I pace in the lawn, “not good mom, not good”. I realize I have been sparing the worst part from my mother and sister. “Mom”, I stop, looking at her with my most serious face. “Someone has been targeting she wolves. We have been trying to track it but it’s completely random. Her eyes go massive, “WHAT? And you felt that keeping this from me was a good idea why??”. I realize now my grave mistake. After all, she is my mother. “How many? Liam… how many?”. I look down and breathe in a huge breath. “Nationally, hundreds. Locally, dozens”. My mom’s eyes look wild. I have never seen this side of her. “And what exactly are we doing to recover them?”. She’s pacing in a menacing way as if she is about to attack prey.
Emma’s POV I’m staring at a large black box except it’s very thin and stuck to the wall. I have never seen anything like it. With the click of a button I hear booming surrounding us. I look around swiftly and Liam lets out a giggle. “It’s called surround sound. You keep staring at the screen but you can hear the sounds all around us”. He told me we were watching his sister’s favorite movie, something called “Twilight”. “Is it about dusk or something?”. Again, he grins massively, trying not to laugh at me. “Baby, no.” There it is again. ‘Baby’? I kind of smiled at him, not knowing what to say or do. I set my cocoa down. He is sitting fai
Emma’s POV No idea how I managed to fall asleep. My insides were churning. We kissed, we finally kissed. And I love it. I love everything about it. “He is pretty dreamy Em”, Mor says tiredly. Our alarm went off at 5am. Right now, I don’t exactly want to get out of bed. I hear a slight knock on the door. Knowing who it is, I sprint to answer. “Good morning beau..” before he finishes, his eyes dart down to my legs. Right, I must have kicked my pants off in my sleep. Shit. He kindly turns around for a quick minute and gives me time to find my pants. Throwing them on, Mor further attempts to embarrass me “well no getting around that Em. Good thing you don’t sleep naked”. He patient
Emma’s POV This rower is the escape I have been waiting for. I am letting out more pent up sadness and anger than I realized I was holding. With each stroke, I feel more and more at ease. This is my new happy place! Even Mor likes the exertion. Occasionally I glance around and see different pack members whispering and staring at me. I just stay focused on the rower. A song comes over the stereo. The beat is intoxicating. I find myself finding the same rhythm with the rower. I hear Zak yell out “guys, really? Disturbed?”. Disturbed? He is just about to change it when I yell, “Wait, Zak. Leave it”. I get a lot of odd lo
Liam’s POV We find a routine each morning. I meet her at her door and we walk hand in hand to the gym. She always goes for the rower and rows for what seems like eternity. She loves that thing. Her favorite activity so far is boxing though. It has been a couple of weeks so I have the idea of teaching her some real sparring. Using Zak as bait, I set them up in the ring. We show her a few basic maneuvers. As I stand back, she takes her defensive stance. “Mmmm Liam, look at our mate”. I do feel a lot of pride in her abilities. Just then out of the corner of my eye, as Zak lunges forward, she roundhouse kicks him in the solar plexus. He drops like a sack of potatoes. I burst out laughing. “Holy shit Emma. Where
Emma’s POV After my embarrassing “moment” last week, we decided to stick to strictly boxing and rowing, though I was itching to learn how to spar. That is where the real self defense happens. Ruth decided to grace us with her presence this week. She doesn’t put very much effort forth, it’s fairly comical. And watching Leo fall all over himself near her is rather sad. Liam and I decided that we would practice posterior holds, where he is the only one who stands behind me, pretending to place a choke hold so I can learn the maneuvers. Partly because I know it’s him, I’m not triggered but I think he didn’t like another man behind me to be honest. I’m not complaining. He’s wa
Liam’s POV I gently roll onto my side, pulling my mate into me so we’re facing one another on our sides. Kissing her gently, thumbing her marks. “Did that hurt you?”. She smiles, “if you couldn’t notice it was a huge turn on”. I blush. I did notice. She gently closes her eyes, clearly at peace. “Emma, baby… I want you to mark me”. Her eyes open widely. “But… if I mark you, you will feel my pain and my memories”, she looks down. Gently stroking her cheek, “I want to take that burden from you Emma. I don’t want you to carry that alone”. Her doe eyes start welling. Oh no, please don’t cry. I don’t think I can handle that. I slide up to a sitting position, my head leaning on the headboard. I motion for her to come up to me. She slides her legs on either side of me and curls in closely. “Emma, you are my mate. I am your mate. You can feel me, all of me. I want all of it”. “I want you to feel me too, I just wish I could leave out the bad parts”. Wrapping my arms aroun
We both fell asleep in this position apparently. I wake up with the sound of exuberant knocking on the door. Emma’s head pops up, her hair adorably disheveled. “Relax baby, I locked it this time”. She giggles and slides onto her side, pulling the covers over her head. I slide under with her, “whatcha doing in here?”. She smiles at me, “I just never thought I could feel this happy”. The knocking persists. Dammit! “Don’t move”, I peck her lips. I slip out of the blanket, grabbing a pair of shorts off the floor. I look through the peephole. Oh god it’s Ruth. Without opening the door, “yes Ruth?”. Silence. “Oh god Liam, I don’t want to know what I interrupted but thank you for locking the door this time. Listen, I need your mate”. I glance over at Emma who is motioning to not open the door. “Sorry Ruth, she’s sleeping”. “Ugh, fine”. I jump back over on the bed, heading straight for the tickly parts of my mate. I hadn’t yet discovered them but apparently there were qu
She starts kissing me violently. I can taste the recent wine and a hint of whiskey. She hooks her legs around my low back, pulling me into her. “Emma, baby… as badly as I want you, you are drunk”. She just smiles at me and starts ripping my shirt off. It felt wrong to be doing this with my drunk mate but she is quite persistent. She is lucid, clearly able to unbutton pants, maybe she isn’t that drunk after all. I stand up, pulling her up and throwing her over my shoulder. Gently setting her on the bed, she gets impatient and ripping my shirt off. Damn. “This is more like it Liam”. Kalen is clearly intrigued. She begins kissing my neck, sucking on my mark, making a path of kisses down to the waist on my jeans. She stands up, yanking them off. I pull her in and rip her shirt off. Her mood is contagious and is making me horny as hell. As I am kissing her neck, trying to undo her stupid bra, I end up tearing it off. I can’t get to her skin fast enough. Her scent is floodin