LOGINJust another day in the pack hospital.
I catch Yorick’s bamboo scent a moment before I hear him.“Hey stranger!”I smile, happy to see my friend. Tyrus, rather than sitting down in my head, continues to pace.‘What’s up, buddy?’ I ask him, but I’m distracted by Yorick pulling me into a hug.All the Hills are huggers. It’s uncommon in the
“Alpha Yorick and Alpha Cyra are the ones who were recently in court, right?” she asks.“Yes, it was a big issue with her father trying to force her into an alliance bond because he had embezzled money. He’s in jail now and the man who schemed to get him to sign the alliance bond is also in jail.”I
Henry“Tell me again why we’re stopping at the Academy, Henry?” Justine asks from the seat beside me.I’ve spent the last several months courting her, getting to know her, and deciding if she would be a good fit for my pack as my chosen Luna. I had hoped to find my fated mate, but as the years have
As we do every Friday on our way to the pack, we talk about what we need to accomplish over the weekend. We definitely want to see how the packhouse is coming along. The kitchen should have been installed this week and if so, we should only be a couple of weeks away from being able to move the pack
When we’d told her Uncle and cousin that she was pregnant, they had asked if they could come see us after the baby is born. Cyra and I have made a point to call Alpha Arman weekly on our way back to the Academy so that we can stay in touch and build a stronger bond with them. We’ve started conversat
YorickFour Months LaterLife has been as difficult as Cyra and I expected it to be. Our pace is grueling, made more so because of Cyra’s pregnancy. Alpha Nevaeh has been incredible, working with us to make sure we didn’t fall behind in our studies. I know it’s a lot harder for Cyra, her body has ch
I gently push her back on the bed and resume my examination of her body, my fingers gliding over her soft skin as I listen to her sweet sounds of pleasure.“Please Quirin,” she moans, her breaths coming in ragged pants.“I want to taste you, Kennedy. Open your legs for me,” I say. Maybe if I can mak
“It’s not that easy, Kennedy,” he growls, standing up.“It is if you actually try,” I say, getting up and walking into the bathroom. I close the door so I don’t have to continue this conversation. I’m still exhausted and I’m still hurt that so many warriors want to leave this weekend.Echo is quiet
I close my eyes, trying to get hold of my emotions. I feel like I’m on the verge of losing control again.“You think I don’t want you?” I ask quietly.“I know you don’t. Mates can hardly ever keep their hands off of each other, but you barely touch me.”Before I’m consciously aware of what I’m doing
QuirinI feel like the darkness is moving in on me again. It feels like nothing that I say to Kennedy is right. I’m trying to be understanding, but she needs to understand that her father killed people, people that were important to the members of this pack. You don’t just get over that, no matter h







