ログインAshtonI jump up onto the counter, sitting next to Sebastian, who’s chopping tomatoes with far more force than necessary.”Love” I rest my hand on his wrist, staying the hand that’s holding the knife.”Talk to me” I urge him gently, searching his face. I know this is about Celine and Liam; it clearly eats at him, knowing they’re likely together right now.Sebastian sighs, setting aside the knife and the innocent tomatoes before stepping toward me. I part my legs so he can stand between them, and he leans his head against my chest. I wrap my arms around him, tenderly caressing his back and neck, while pressing featherlight kisses to his hair and temples.”I… shit… she’s only sixteen… I can’t…” Sebastian murmurs against my skin. I give him space to speak his mind. I don’t have siblings, let alone a little sister, so I can’t fully relate to his protective instincts, but I try to understand. He wanted Celine to be older when she found her mate—especially when it comes to the intensity o
”The mate bond?” I ask, genuinely puzzled for a second.”Yes, now that they both have their wolves...” Dad starts, his voice dropping as he struggles to find the right words.It clicks. The realization hits me like a freight train. Oh. Shit. They aren't just cuddling; they are marking and mating. Right now. On Christmas morning.”Oh” I mumble, my face heating up.”Yes” Dad clears his throat loudly, the sound of pure, concentrated awkwardness. ”Well, I guess we’ll talk again in a few days. Merry Christmas, Dad” I say, trying to shake off the awkwardness. ”Merry Christmas, Dad” Ashton chimes in. ”Merry Christmas boys. Take care of yourselves” Dad says, and we end the call.I sigh deeply falling flat on my back on the bed. I don’t really know what to think. ”Come on love, let’s go and make something to eat” Ashton is still straddling me, he pulls me back up and cups my face and kisses my nose.I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him tightly against me.”I love you. I am so u
LiamIt’s 6am. Everyone else is asleep. I don’t think I have ever in my life slept this well. Being able to hold my precious mate in my arms all night definitely makes a huge difference.We are lying on our sides, I’m spooning Celine, she’s still naked, I’m wearing my boxers and I’m hard as a rock. I inhale her scent and nuzzle my face against her hair. Then something occurs to me. She’s really hot. Well, obviously, but this is not normal. Like her body temperature is way too hot. I lift my head and lean over to look at her face. She’s sleeping, her cheeks are flushed. ”Celine, baby…” I gently whisper and kiss her temple. She’s not reacting.I move and adjust her position so that she’s lying on her back. She doesn’t stir even the slightest. This is the first time I have spent the night with her, so I don’t know if she’s a deep sleeper, but somehow I feel that is not the case now.”Celine..” I try again and stroke her cheek. Nothing. I take a hold of her shoulder and softly shake
LucasIt’s our first night at home with the twins.I have been beyond nervous that Marcus will go back to being the "safety commander."Ella is sound asleep, without a care in the world, but Leo is really fussy. He usually is.I watch with awe as Marcus softly sways him in his arms and coos to him tenderly. I was afraid he would lose his temper with the constant crying, but he's being so patient. I’m still recovering from labor. I swear, I’m never bringing anyone else into this world again. I have never experienced pain like that. Everything down there is still really sore. I wonder if the first time we have sex after the birth will hurt, or if I’ve lost all sensation and it won’t feel good anymore. ”Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Marcus interrupts my train of thought.I blink and turn to look at my mate. Suddenly, I feel tears brimming in my eyes.”I... I don’t know” I whisper. Marcus has finally been able to put Leo to sleep and gently lowers him into the crib next to Ella. We soon l
The moment the suite door clicks shut, the silence of the room is replaced by the steady, grounding presence of the man I love.Sebastian doesn’t say a word; he doesn’t have to.He crosses the space between us in two long strides and gathers me into his arms, pulling me against his chest with a desperate kind of strength. I melt into him, my hands clutching the fabric of his shirt as if I’m trying to merge my body with his.I can feel the frantic thrum of his heart against my ear—a wild, protective rhythm that tells me exactly how much restraint he just used out there on that porch.He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin, and I feel his entire body shudder as he finally lets out the breath he’s been holding. "I’ve got you" he murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that heals every frayed nerve in my body. "You’re safe. He’s gone, Ashton. I promise you, he’s never getting near you again." The sheer devotion in his voice makes my ey
Sebastian steps out onto the porch, moving with a terrifying, predator-like calmness that makes my skin crawl.He doesn’t look angry; he looks like he’s watching a bug he’s about to crush.He stands there in the cold, not even shivering, just staring down at me with those cold, judgmental eyes."Hank" he says, his voice low and steady, cutting right through my screaming. "You need to go home. You’re drunk, and you’re disturbing people. Let’s just talk about this when you’re sober.” He says with a steady voice."Talk?!" I shriek, spit flying from my lips. "There’s nothing to talk about! You stole him! You whispered lies in his ear until he turned on me!" I stumble toward the porch steps, the world tilting dangerously. ”I love him! I’d die for him! Can you say the same, you arrogant prick?”"I know you think you’re hurting" Sebastian continues, his tone maddeningly reasonable, like he’s talking to a child.It makes my blood boil. "But this isn't love, Hank. This is a sickness. Look
I link my beta and his son Max, who will serve as Sebastian’s beta. I also invite my head warriors and my gamma and delta.There are eight of us at the moment, approaching the cell department. It’ located in a different building, a bit further from the pack house and the housing around it. There’s
WestonThe trial is oppressive. Charlie is obsessed with Sebastian and can’t seem to understand what she did wrong. This trial has taken hours now and I feel exhausted.The council showed no mercy and ended up sentencing Charlie to death. She hasn’t stopped screeching since that.She wants us to b
WestonSebastian got released from the hospital just now and I escorted him and Ashton to the pack house. Sebastian wanted to walk by himself, although I noticed Ashton really wanted to carry him.It warms my heart to witness the immense love they have for each other. It’s beyond what I can fathom.
AshtonI’m so fucking overwhelmed. I feel like crying all the time. I want nothing more than to be as close to him as possible. If I could slip under his skin to be one with him, I would.My mind keeps replaying everything that happened.The soul-crashing, excruciating agony I felt for those days,







