This ran long but too much was happening, I wanted to get you another chapter tonight!
~Jack’s Point of View~I completely get why Grace is doing this, where she’s coming from, but talking out my damn “feelings” with Warrick? The last flipping thing I want to be doing right now. But I heard everything she said and she’s 100% right. There isn’t a chance in hell I could ever let him hurt one of my girls the way he hurt me so many times. Disappointed me and left me. Those girls are literally my everything next to Grace, it was hard to imagine I could hold so much love in my heart for the little creatures I didn’t even really know yet but I do. Four girls. Still unreal. Two female dragons. Brenda joked that I needed to hire professional security, bodyguards. But I wasn’t sure that was a bad idea. If it ever got out… what they are… Nox was desperate to shift and sniff them, check them out. But it was far too chilly to bring them outside in the middle of winter, even though for Atlanta it was mild. I promised him in the next week or so we could take them to the Sky Light s
~Two Years Later~ “One, you’re really sure? This isn’t going to be some sick joke later on,” I said, wagging my finger at the doctor. “Just one baby Grace. ONE. I swear,” she giggled. I nodded, relieved beyond all measure. One baby. Wolf or dragon? I’m willing to bet this will be a fight. While the guys knew I was pregnant they didn’t know that I’d snuck to the doctor without them. I knew they’d be mad but I needed to know. I had been desperate to find out on my own. Only one more, I can handle that. I’d made the guys wear condoms for well over a year after I had the quads, desperate to not have a repeat. They absolutely hated it, and so did I. But it was too risky. Everyone assured me the chances of having another set of four was basically no chance. The guys also tried to convince me they didn’t need to wear them or could pull out during my less fertile times. I’m Grace Astor, things happen to me that never happen to other people. That is a fact. Although we hadn’t been car
~Grace’s Point of View~“I don’t look anything like myself,” I said, in shock as my fingers feathered over my cheek.They actually had color, I didn’t look like my usual pale death. Damn it, I looked hot! “That’s the whole point! You need to grow up, look professional. Prof-ession-al, it’s a word that describes people who work for a living out in the real world. Not to mention you’re 31 now and no spring chicken. I have serious concerns about your eggs. You have to wear a girdle everyday with that pudge, they're probably squeezed to death in there,” my mom snapped.I rolled my eyes and sighed. I’d never be good enough for her, not until I was barefoot and pregnant.But not in a kitchen behind a stove, oh no. Behind a servant that I was ordering around Because like my mom I was expected to give the appearance of working but not actually do it. Oh and likely not barefoot, in some kind of silk robe with slippers.“I’ve got plenty of eggs,” I mumbled, making a pathetic attempt to defend
~Finch’s Point of View~*Dude, do you smell that,* I asked my brother Jack, over mind-link.I watched as he took a few deep breaths, then his eyes flicked to black. I heard a faint rumble from his chest, his beast certainly catching wind of the scent. Another indication of it blew out of his nose.Our eyes collectively darted everywhere, then we moved like a single unit. That was common with us, we were never far apart. “Damn it’s… Ohhh,” he whispered, as we left the wedding reception and moved inside.It was so rare to find an Omega anymore, an unmarked one anyhow. How has no one claimed her? Fuck! Her scent is beyond intoxicating, almost like a sweet melon. It was nearly paralyzing me.“In here,” I whispered, having tracked it into what looked like a sunroom. I moved straight for a couch and began to rub my face against the cushions, my brother picked up a pillow and inhaled it, his beast making low growls of satisfaction.“She was just here, we have to fucking find her. We have t
~Grace’s Point of View~“Fuck it’s cold,” I mumbled, biting my lip nervously. Of course I would get outside and forget my coat, I really liked that one too. Going back in for it was not at all an option.When I finally saw my Uber, I couldn’t run to it fast enough. I’d never had to do a walk of shame before, and I knew my mom was gonna kill me.But the ache all over my entire body reminded me … it was damn well worth it. A night I’ll never forget. The kind of night they make movies about, of that I was certain. I pulled my phone out of my little purse, thankfully I hadn’t forgotten that in my haste to leave.Thirty-two missed calls and twenty-one voicemails. Jesus! I closed my eyes and leaned back into the seat, desperate for a few more minutes of peace, and I got it for exactly two minutes.“If you’re just tuning in, let's recap the news. Billionaire tycoon Grover Astor was pronounced dead early this morning inside a hotel room in Jakarta. The official cause of death hasn’t yet bee
~Grace’s Point of View~After being in my dad’s building for over an hour, and seeing his touches everywhere but not him … it really and truly started to sink in that he was gone. I don’t have him to ask for anything anymore, no advice, no explanations. Everytime I started to get emotional about it my stone faced mother was right there to glare at me. It was like someone dropping a tray of ice down my back.My dad’s assistant was a fifty something named Michelle, never married with no kids who seemed completely frazzled. Her life was Astor Connects. It took me a bit but I realized it was because she thought she was going to lose her job. Did these people all not realize how desperately I needed them? There was no way in hell I was letting anyone go.“We’ll announce Grace as the interim CEO and President,” Harland said, matter of fact.“Interim? That won’t do. She is “IT”. We’re not slapping on a band-aid,” mom said, scoffing.They’d been going back and forth like this … like I wasn’t
~Grace’s Point of View~~Two Days Later~“Enough with the cloak and dagger Vince, get on with it,” mom said, irritated.I gripped the stress ball in my hand, I hadn’t been able to let it go for two days. I was on complete information overload with no sleep and it wasn’t gonna get better anytime soon.The attorney made a face and held up a remote, turning on a TV in his conference room. Suddenly my dad’s face filled the screen. He was seated at his desk, well my desk now.“He made this two years ago,” Vince said.“Hi bunny, hi Gracie,” he said, smiling.My lip quivered, and instantly I hoped I’d get a copy of this. I didn’t have many videos of my dad and it suddenly hit me that I’d waited so long to have kids, they wouldn’t know him. He was an asshole sixty percent of the time, laser focused on the business and not so much being a dad. But he was a softie for me when I could get his attention. Somehow I thought if I just could have made him a grandpa, he’d have been a great one. Maybe
~Jack’s Point of View~Sitting outside Grace’s office was like torture. Her scent was everywhere, overwhelming. I had no clue why I was here, if it was even work related. Finch was meeting with her too, and we were both scared shitless she’d find some reason to fire us. But it was odd we weren’t meeting together if that was the case.I wasn’t giving her enough credit, surely she knew having the three of us in the same room would be dangerous. She’d be very outnumbered.Finding her had been the best night of our lives, but now I wasn’t so sure. My beast stirred, not fully understanding my human bullshit drama but he just knew I was uneasy. It was only in his nature to project absolute confidence at all times, weakness wasn’t an option. That wasn’t how we were raised and I’d shifted long before most in our clan. I’d had Nox since I was ten and I didn’t know what it meant to be without him. I couldn’t even really remember it.When a bubbly blonde I didn’t recognize came out of the office