LOGINOliviaI’d imagined my mating ceremony a hundred different ways.Not one of those imaginary versions included Jeremy arguing with Ethan about who got to bite me first.“I’m just saying, we should draw names,” Jeremy insisted.Ethan stared at him. “She’s our mate, not a Christmas present.”“Exactly. Christmas presents don’t usually bite back.”“Jeremy!” I exclaimed.He turned toward me with an innocent smile. “What?”“Would you please stop discussing me like I’m not standing here?”Thomas covered his mouth, but I caught his smile.Logan rubbed his temples.“I swear, we’re going to be grandparents someday, and you two will still be arguing.”I blinked.Grandparents?That was a terrifying thought.Especially since I wasn’t even sure how four Alpha fathers would handle one crying baby.Actually, I could imagine it.Logan would organize feeding schedules. Thomas would read every parenting book ever published. Ethan would threaten anyone who woke the baby.And Jeremy would probably teach th
OliviaI had officially lost my mind.There was no other explanation for why I was standing in front of my bedroom mirror, examining my shoulders and wondering where four enormous werewolves were supposed to bite me.Four marks.On one woman.I turned sideways.“Well, this is going to be interesting.”“What’s interesting?”I screamed.Jeremy jumped backward.“Jesus, Olivia!”“Don’t sneak up on me!”“I knocked!”“No, you didn’t!”He considered that. “Okay, I thought about knocking.”I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.He caught it, grinning.Then he noticed me looking at my shoulders.His expression changed.“Oh.”I sighed. “Don’t.”“Are you trying to figure out where we’re going to mark you?”I stared at him.“Why does everybody in this house know what I’m thinking?”“Because you talk to yourself.”“I do not.”“You just had an entire conversation with your reflection.”Damn him.He stepped closer, his grin softening.“Hey. You don’t have to do this.”“I know.”“I’m serious, Liv.”
OliviaThere was a very good chance I was going to need a vacation from my boyfriends.Not because I didn’t love them.I did. Unfortunately, I loved all four of them, which meant there were four enormous men constantly finding excuses to kiss me, touch me, or steal me away from whatever I was supposed to be doing.And now that we’d each spent a night together, they’d apparently decided affection was a competitive sport.“Olivia, sweetheart, have you seen my keys?” Ethan called from the hallway.“On the kitchen counter!”“Thanks, baby!”Jeremy appeared behind me.“Baby? Since when does he call you baby?”I continued cutting strawberries for Lily’s breakfast.“Since he discovered he has a mouth, apparently.”Jeremy wrapped his arms around my waist.“Well, I need a new nickname.”“You could try Olivia.”“Too ordinary.”“Your Majesty?”He considered it. “I like that.”I laughed as he kissed my cheek.Then Logan walked into the kitchen.“Jeremy, you’re supposed to be helping Thomas with th
JeremyI had officially become the only Hawthorn brother who hadn’t spent a romantic night alone with Olivia.And I was handling it beautifully.“Stop glaring at the toaster,” Thomas said.“I’m not glaring.”“You’ve been staring at it for five minutes.”“Maybe I’m waiting for my breakfast.”“You haven’t put any bread in it.”I looked down.Well, shit.Thomas laughed into his coffee.I hated having brothers.Especially brothers who were apparently getting more action than I was.Jeremy needs mate, Helios announced.Thank you for that groundbreaking observation.Mate loves Jeremy.I know.Then why Jeremy sad?I sighed.That was the problem. I wasn’t sad. Not exactly.I was happy for my brothers. I loved Olivia, and she’d told me she loved me. I knew she wanted me.But knowing something and experiencing it were two different things.And after watching Thomas, Logan, and Ethan practically float around the house following their nights with her, I was beginning to wonder whether I’d somehow
Ethan There were two things I hated. Losing a fight and listening to Jeremy brag. Unfortunately, I’d been dealing with the second one since breakfast. “I’m just saying,” Jeremy announced, leaning against the kitchen counter, “Thomas had his night. Logan had his night. And I think it’s time we discussed the elephant in the room.” I took another sip of coffee. “Your inability to shut up?” “No. The fact that you and I are apparently the last two contestants.” Thomas looked up from his phone. “Olivia isn’t a prize on a game show.” “Obviously. She’s much prettier than anything they give away on television.” Logan entered the kitchen carrying a stack of paperwork. “Why are we discussing Olivia’s private life at breakfast?” “Because Jeremy doesn’t have one,” I answered. Thomas laughed. Jeremy pointed at me. “You’re just cranky because you haven’t gotten your turn.” I set my mug down. “Keep talking.” “See? Cranky.” I was halfway around the counter when Olivia walked in. S
LoganI’d spent most of my life being patient.Patient with my brothers. Patient with pack politics. Patient with people who seemed determined to make the simplest problems unnecessarily complicated.But apparently, patience had its limits.And mine was currently sitting on the kitchen counter wearing a pair of shorts that should’ve been illegal.Olivia was reaching into the cabinet for a coffee mug.Her shirt rode up, exposing a strip of skin above her waistband.Brutus growled appreciatively.Mate.I see her.Want mate.So do I.She turned around and caught me staring.“What?”“Nothing.”She looked down at herself.“Did I spill something?”“No.”“Then why are you looking at me like that?”I approached slowly.“Because you’re beautiful.”Her cheeks turned pink.“Logan Hawthorn, are you flirting with me?”“Is it working?”She pretended to consider it.“Maybe.”I stepped between her knees.“Only maybe?”She smiled.“You could try harder.”I kissed her.Her hands immediately settled aga
Olivia“I still don’t understand why you have to live in that house,” my father said quietly.We sat in our tiny living room, the old television humming softly in the background. Dad was in his recliner while I sat curled up on the couch across from him, explaining everything about my new job.For
OliviaI couldn’t decide whether I wanted to hug Mrs. Hawthorne for giving me the opportunity I desperately needed… or slap her for making me sound like some girl who would throw herself at her sons the second I moved in.In the end, I swallowed my irritation.This job mattered more than my pride r
LoganI woke up to something wet on my chest.Immediately, I grimaced.A blonde was sprawled across me, dead asleep and apparently drooling.Fantastic.What the hell was her name again?Tiffany?Tracy?Something with a T.I stared down at her with growing irritation. Honestly, she wasn’t nearly as
OliviaEarly the next morning, I loaded the last of my things into my car.Thank God Uncle Mike replaced the battery yesterday. There was no way I could drag a suitcase and a storage box across town on a bus while moving into the Hawthorne estate.After packing the trunk, I walked back inside the h







