Ohhhhh yeahhhh! I'm in the middle of the northeast blizzard right now and not staying at home. I will try my best to have the last chapter tomorrow but it may be Thursday! Thank you as always for reading :)
Later That Year, Christmas Time ~Daphne’s Point of View~ “Who’s a beautiful girl,” I coo at my little Autumn, nuzzling into her neck. Purple eyes, god help me when she starts dating. She’s the perfect blend of Vance and I. My hand absentmindedly falls to my full belly, pregnant with triplets just like they all wanted. Second time's a charm apparently! I’d made them use condoms for some months after I gave birth and it was a constant fight and battle I lost. Though I had to admit I hated the damn things too. But after this pregnancy? We’re buying them by the case!! Autumn was Greta’s middle name and while I was tempted to just pass on the namesake it didn’t fully sit right with me and I couldn’t explain why. But all the guys liked Autumn Rose so there we had it. Even though shifters don’t have middle names, they humor me. I fix the frilly white bow on Autumn’s head and hum to myself. It was a gift from her Auntie Jesse who now has a little baby girl of her own. Jenna had a boy jus
You will need to have first read this book, The Omega's Hybrid Triplets to follow this bonus story! ~Tyler’s Point of View~ Smile, nod. But don’t smile like you’re actually happy, just enough for a decent picture. Try not to sweat. Don’t show that you’re grumpy as fuck, tired and desperate for a hot bath. Award shows are my personal version of hell on earth. But they’re a necessary part of the game. The showbiz game that I was born into, grew up in and still call my career. It’s all I know. I block out the flashes, repeat the same tired answers, trying to be excited for the film that got me here. It’s another box office smash, an action flick. My agent has been refusing to even get me scripts for anything else despite my pleas. By the end of the night I’m holding four statues for winning who knows what. The bored model next to me whose name I can’t even remember didn’t eat a thing at dinner, but downed no less than six drinks. If she thinks she’s coming home with me, she’s mista
~Winnie’s Point of View~ “Oh!! Come on!! Jeez,” I whine, taking in the massive fruit punch stain on my shirt, courtesy of my three year old niece Georgia. She giggles and runs away, knowing she’s in trouble. “I love my family, I … love my family,” I sigh, grabbing a towel. Why the hell I agreed to babysit them two days a week is beyond me. Five kids under four years old, and only one me?? Yeah it's usually only for about six hours or so and one of my brothers will get off work early. But still. It’s looking like daycare needs to happen sooner, rather than later. I remind myself the quads will start pre-K in the fall which is still too damn far away. *But they’re SO cuuuute,* my wolf, Hailey purrs. I roll my eyes. Cute and SPOILED ROTTEN! My phone rings and I welcome the distraction, not even caring that it means taking my eyes off them for a minute. Which is basically babysitter suicide. The housekeeper is here somewhere I suppose if someone screams bloody murder she’ll come
~Tyler’s Point of View~ Who the hell is this Winnie?? She comes in here looking like a damn southern belle with her weird dress that does not in any way fit in with LA even if she looks beautiful. She’s got red bottom heels with a purse that’s easily five grand. I only know from having bought many ridiculous gifts for dates. Her luggage was also Louis Vuitton which was bizarre. Who is bankrolling her? It’s all a bit suspicious for me. I’ll immediately demand Vic look into her, full background check. Though she probably doesn’t even have a driver’s license or social security card if she’s from this weird island. I rub my face and stare out the window at the two of them still talking on my patio. Why did I leave? Oh yeah, because my body was freaking the fuck out and being a damn chick. Watching her with my Scotchy was like my ovaries dropping eggs. She barely even looks at anyone else, maybe my housekeeper when she’s cooking. She’s always been my baby, and the fact that she went t
~Winnie’s Point of View~ “No I can’t talk to your dog,” I laugh, my belly practically hurting with the very idea. Though I had to wonder if a telepathic fairy could pick up on emotions or perhaps thoughts. I’ll tuck that away. He doesn’t look convinced by my response and his face looks beyond sexy. Then again, I’ve been around this backyard with him all night and there hasn’t been a single second I haven’t wanted to jump his bones. Goddess help me. I already had promised that later this week I’d take him to Atlanta to meet Grace. I can’t even begin to imagine how incredibly lonely he must have felt all these years not knowing there are others like him in the world. I feel beyond blessed and lucky to have had such a close family. To have older brothers that are always there for me and have always been there to teach me any and everything. Until they weren’t. The day they left was devastating to me and while I do have other siblings they’re not Jack and Finch. I yawn and stretch
~Tyler’s Point of View~ “We killed it! Killed it! Guaranteed Oscar performance,” I rave, though I could give a shit about the awards. Suddenly I’m filled with the need to make this happen for Winnie as much as I want it for my career. Not to mention I’m desperate to see what they offer me to sign on. This role is exactly what I need to be taken seriously as an actor. Hawley is strong but sensitive and caring. He’s a beast in bed but also in the wild, determined to prove he’s just as much of a bad ass as any hybrid. That’s already how I feel looking at Winnie. I’m suddenly more overprotective of her than I’ve ever felt over anyone. I hear the low growl of her stomach and decide I’m not ready to go home. We need to celebrate. The five people who were in the room as we filled it with our magic, our hot and intense chemistry were absolutely fucking blown away. Audition my ass! That’s how you fucking do it! Be the first one in, kill it and get the roles on the spot. Tyler Hudson auditi
~Winnie’s Point of View~ *Hmm, so good. I mean maybe not as tender as I’m used to…* Hailey moans, tearing apart a raccoon. I hear footsteps in the woods, and the sound of a dog trotting. *He’s looking for us, sooo cuuuute! He likes us,* Hailey coos, as she pulls another piece of meat. I swoon just thinking about it. I shouldn’t have, but when I went upstairs to get undressed I searched online whether or not he has a girlfriend. Basically … no. But there were hundreds of pictures of him with women. “Hollywood’s serial bachelor.” Apparently there was also a film he did a few years ago where he played a gay male in the army and he kissed men and had sex scenes. So yeah, there’s a definite rumor mill about whether or not he’s in the closet. Is that something I can just ask him? *Why not! We deserve to know,* Hailey says, matter of fact. In the scene we did today, we should have kissed. We were literally right there, lost in each other’s eyes and in the moment. Inches apart. Then e
~Tyler’s Point of View~ “Let’s move in the house,” I whisper, finally pulling away to catch my breath. My dick is literally inches from thrusting inside her, it’s suddenly all I can think about. There’s never been a time, even my first time when I was fourteen that I’ve not assumed a woman is just using me. They always want something, always. There hasn’t been a female who hasn’t asked me for money, for gifts, for help with their career. They want a picture with me to post online. Winnie obviously doesn’t need money, that’s a huge plus. She really doesn’t need to work or need a career. So what’s her angle? We both get out of the pool naked, and I certainly don’t miss the color in her cheeks when her eyes scan my body. I hate to admit I’ve seen shifter porn but at this point, who hasn’t? Those guys are not only ripped but they’ve practically got elephant trunks that put human porn stars to shame. There’s no way she couldn’t get one with the snap of her fingers. I know my dick is mor