I would think of the consequences tomorrow because, as much as I hate to admit it, I was having fun. I had never been on a date. I had never taken anyone on a dinner date except for Mom, a day after I turned eighteen, and up until now, she was the only female I dated. But then I was not sure if th
JACE. My Beta and Gamma were still in the office when I arrived home, so I sent Amara on her own to choose whatever guest room she wanted to take. I saw her hesitate, but she must have seen that I was not to be swayed this time, because she didn’t argue and went up the stairs on her own. I waited
I nodded my head. "Am I still allowed to ask questions about you and Amara?" "She’s not my girlfriend, but…" I rubbed my palm against my face. "We are pretending that we are. So those fuckers would back off from her." Tyler chuckled before leaning his back against the wall and slipping his hands
Silence. Maybe she was asleep already. In ten minutes? Or maybe not in her room? But where the fuck was she? My eyes darted to the room at the end of the corridor. Austin’s room was on this floor, Tyler’s was on the third floor, and Catherine and I were on the fourth floor. I shook my head a
JACE. A soft moan reached my ears, and my arms automatically wrapped around the petite female beside me while she snuggled against my neck. Her warm and wet mouth trailed down my skin as she suckled and nibbled it. My hand lowered until I reached the hem of her shirt. I slipped my fingers under th
Tyler grew up believing he could not reject his fated mate — that the Goddess had given his parents a beautiful gift when she forgave them for their mistakes. And that he was not allowed to make the same mistake again of rejecting his mate. He was taught that his fated mate was the only one he was
AMARA. "So what do you say I drive you to school? I’m not as grumpy as Jace. I’m sure we will have fun in the car." Austin asked. I couldn’t help my laughter this time, but I tried to stifle it by covering my mouth with my hand. Austin hadn’t changed at all. Even at almost twenty-one, he would st
"What are you doing?" "I’m hungry," I said as I sat down and began peeling the banana skin. "I want to eat Austin’s banana." He hissed as his forehead creased. "It’s not Austin’s banana. I paid for all food inside the packhouse." He snapped at me. Such a grumpy morning bear. I suppressed my gi