I knew those stooges wouldn't keep their hands to themselves and behave like Isak said they would.
Being alone with the three of them was such a BAD idea. It’d been almost two months since this Order interfered with their lives, forcing us to stay distant. Two months where I at least had control over myself. What do I do when I see them after two months? Go somewhere private and nearly completely lose control. I blame Aidan. He’s the one that insisted on a strip search. He could’ve just asked me to remove my weapons. I would have complied to assure them. Plus, I’d only been wearing my blade, so taking it off is no big deal. Instead, I was asked to strip, and it slipped into the land of things you shouldn’t do in your uncle’s living room. This is another reason I blame Aidan. I know I have a scar that only Isak had seen before. However, things could have stayed somewhat rational and just in a gray area of acceptable behavior if Aidan had kept his hands to himself. But noooo… he couldn’t do that. Instead, he had to look closer, touching and kissing my scar. It was all downhill fro
She knew. Mother fucker! Hana knew! We’d suspected she might have known, but nothing about her behavior indicated she did. After all, if she knew, why go on dates with us? Why let us kiss and touch her? Why write those letters? Why did she play along? How long had she known? “Why the looks of surprise? Did you honestly think I was that clueless or naive?” Hana laughed as she turned her head to look at each of us. “How long have you known?” I asked the obvious question. “Since the DKE party.” Hana shrugged. “I told you Miss Batista overheard us and reported back to Hana.” Isak shook his head. “Of course, Pamela heard you and told me. It’s girl code. You hear anyone talking about your friend, especially what you three stooges were saying, you tell them.” Hana nodded. “Then why didn’t you call us out on it then and there?” I asked. “Oh, I wanted to. I may not be a Kinsley by blood, but I have my dad’s temper.” Hana scoffed. “When Pamela told me about the bet to fuck me, I was ready
I was still processing everything they told me. They love me. I love them back, of course. I don’t know if I should. I don’t know if any of this is right. It felt right when I was with each of them, and tonight, when all of them were touching me, it felt even better. Despite how right it felt, some of my brain claimed it was wrong. It was rare that a werewolf had multiple mates. I didn’t know anyone who had two, let alone three mates. However, I’ve read about multiple mates in the Firewolf mating book. None of that helped me, as the men I loved and who’d just confessed their love to me weren’t wolves. I have no clue how the mating of demons or angels even went. I know a little about vampires, but not how it would work if their chosen mate was mated to others. Do demons and angels even mark like wolves and vampires? I would have to ask Aidan and Isak that question. The four of us still had a lot to talk about. Before we can do that, I must wrap my head around this. I’ve kissed Sha
Waiting for sunset was hell on earth. I spent the day looking at the Portland historic real estate market. If we were going to be serious about Hana, which I know is where this is going, we needed somewhere to stay. None of us would feel comfortable staying within the pack’s capital, Mount Hood. And there was no way we’d ever invite her to the nest again. That’s a trauma we would never ask her to face. I earmarked a beautiful historic house in Portland’s West Hills area. It had plenty of space, was close to activities in Portland, was not too long a drive to Bloodmoon, had plenty of space inside and out, and had the kind of old-world flare I know my friends and I prefer in a home. I talked to the agent about a viewing in a couple of days. Before the viewing, I wanted to discuss the property with my friends and Hana. The sun had only just set when Aidan burst into my room. I thought perhaps he was just excited to see Hana, but the look in his eyes wasn’t anticipation. No, that look wa
Everything happened so fast. I opened the front door expecting Aidan, Isak, and Albert but instead found some douchebag claiming he was my biological father. I do not know how true that was. Frankly, I didn’t care. Whoever the sperm donor was, that’s all he ever was and will be to me. I have a dad. And that’s the one that launched himself at this self-proclaimed sperm donor mid-shift. That first snarl brought everyone running to see what was going on. Thankfully, someone was smart enough to tell the guards to stay in the dining room with the little ones while we ranked members stayed put. I don’t know why Uncle John, Charles, and Silvercloud tried to stop Dad. Silvercloud’s logic was about the only one I was willing to consider. I didn’t care why the bastard was at our door. So, I encouraged Dad right alongside Aurelia. That was until my stooges teleported in, and Isak got the ‘bright’ idea to interfere by teleporting Dad off the scumbag. My brain made a switch from cheering Dad on
It stung that Hana didn’t trust our knowledge of the Order and its headquarters. I’ll get over it because she’s right. If they had half a brain between them, they’d have made changes the moment Isak and Albert got me out of there. We couldn’t fully rely on our insider knowledge. I’m unsure what Silvercloud or his mate would turn up. The Order is very thorough in hiding their tracks. Getting Pamela back safely was the priority. We couldn’t leave anything to chance. It wasn’t surprising that the Order sent a lackey to Bloodmoon. They’d want to get their message to us and Hana. I never would’ve considered how tangled this web was that Kyou Miyazaki, a glorified errand boy in the Order, would also be Hana’s sperm donor. I refused to even think of him as anything else. He’s done even less for Hana than mine, or Albert’s fathers ever did. At least they were somewhat around. Kyou proved he knew nothing about Hana with every syllable he spoke. I don’t know what he expected showing his face
They were right. That scumbag showing up at my door changed nothing. Kyou was nothing to me before and will continue to be nothing to me. I don’t need to know or understand what my mom saw in him. Whatever it was, it was a carefully crafted facade intended to trick her into thinking he was someone he wasn’t. My mom found better, and even if it was too brief, she had a man who loved her unconditionally and has continued to love me unconditionally as his own. He doesn’t deserve any more of my time. The most I will worry about regarding him is ensuring his three children never become like him and are kept out of the supernatural world. Now, it was time to prepare for war. War may sound intense to get one person back, but the Order has proven they needed to be shut down. Taking Pamela was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Let’s head downstairs. We can turn the dining room into a war room. It’s the only place big enough to use anyway. Everyone should be done eating by now, a
I always thought the keeping werewolves out of the Order bit was strictly speciesism and just a general rule, not something so literally enforced. I know it put a massive damper and hole in Logan’s plans. He wanted to be in this fight. It wasn’t for our sake. And while I’m sure his drive for justice wanted to rescue Pamela, he wanted to be heavily involved for Hana. He knew his daughter could handle things, but that didn’t make him less willing to be hands-off in this fight. This new information made us pivot and change our plan quickly. Sarael, Khalid, and Dani must be enough backup to ease his mind. However, if Dani and I were to be useful in this fight, we needed to act soon. We’re three hours behind the Order and quickly lose time to act and get help from vampires. Dani and I would be fine if we got inside before sunrise, but we couldn’t risk being there too close to sunrise. “What else does that schematic tell us we don’t already know?” I pointed to the 3D model of the build