Mag-log in”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
HankThe cheap whiskey burns, but it’s nothing compared to the fire in my gut. I glare at the peeling wallpaper of this dump, clutching the bottle until my knuckles turn white.It’s Christmas, the "most wonderful time of the year," and I’m sitting here in the dark while that bratAshton is probably laughing in some designer sweater.He ruined me.One little "complaint" and suddenly five years of service as a respected PE teacher don't mean a damn thing.Fired.Escorted out like a criminal just for showing a little interest? Just for being a real man?It’s a setup. I can see his smug face in every shadow, mocking me, thinking he’s won.He thinks he can just discard me and move on to his perfect little life with that arrogant fiancé of his.But he doesn’t get it. I’m not just going to vanish.I take another swig, the liquid courage sharpening my focus.They think they’re safe behind their walls and their fancy titles, but they’ve forgotten what happens when you push a man to the edge.I
”There are a lot of thing you don’t know about me” She murmurs and sits down.I lean against the door frame and look at her opening the fall-board. Soon the room is filled with an incredible ambiance, full of yearning, longing, and profound emotion.I didn’t know that my sister is this good, hell I
”I don’t know how to thank you. No one has ever done anything like this to me” Ashton explains and I feel sad about the fact that his childhood and teen age years were so different to mine. He has really missed out on many things. A loving and caring family for instant.”I know a few ways you could
AshtonI really don’t understand what my aunt is doing.After the visit at the school, Weston drove me to my aunt’s house and she has given me these mindless tasks.I have shoveled a pile of soil from point A to point B and then back from point B to point A, just because she ”changed her mind”. I h
We carry all my purchases into the extra bedroom that I’m about to turn into an arts studio. Max has already cleared out all the excess furnitures, like the bed etc. Celine walks by the window and keeps her back towards me.I sense that something is bothering her, but I don’t want to drive her away





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