ログインThen I lose my thoughts for a while.Another night, I sit naked on a wooden stool in Wes’s studio as he puts the finishing touches on a nude painting of me. I swear I’ve been blushing the entire time he’s been painting it, which only makes him smile. I’ve seen him adding extra pink to his brush.Now
Sylvia’s POVI stand in the break room, watching with annoyance as the Luna ceremony plays on the small television in the far corner. Even two packs over, Ollie’s story seems to have made a big impression, and she’s become something of a beloved figure that transcends packs.The whole thing makes me
Even Declan is smiling.“You are staying with us,” Wes says, sounding breathless.“Yes,” I say, then feel a bit shy. “Is that okay?”“Is that…?” Conrad repeats, scoffing. He crosses the distance first, and closes his arms around me. He waits for nothing before leaning down and kissing me. “Your plac
Ollie’s POVLooking at my mates, my heart warms and my wolf, inside of me, rumbles happily. When I return my gaze to my brother Erik, while I am still happy to see him and know him, it just isn’t the same.He might be my family, and his palace in the north might have been a place I might have once c
Conrad’s POVMom must have sensed that my brothers and I had a lot to talk about, because after a little while, she asked Ollie to escort her down to the cafeteria for something to eat. Ollie seemed surprised by the request, but agreed.Now that they are both gone, and my brothers and I are alone, t
“Your mate,” I tell him.His smile grows wider. “My little fox. Did I do good?”“You took a bullet for me,” I grumble. “I couldn’t be more furious with you.”“Yet you are alive. You’re here. You are calling me your mate,” Hugh says. “All of these are positives in my book.”“Hugh…”“Come here, little
“Please,” he says, and gestures towards the table. “Sit and I’ll bring out dinner.”I don’t understand. At all. He must see the confusion on my face.“You are our mate,” he says, like it’s that simple. “I just want to treat you right.”Without realizing it, tears well in my eyes. I haven’t been cher
Ollie’s POVI freeze, my hand on the doorknob, ready to make my escape like a frightened rabbit about to flee a hungry fox. Yet, something about Wes’s voice, his gentle coaxing, keeps me from opening the door.It must be his tone. He’s always been the softest, kindest of the brothers. After Sylvia p
Ollie’s POVDeclan, with a firm hand on my shoulder, leads me from the garage in the basement of the estate to the elevator and then from the elevator over to the main living room. Conrad, Wes, and Hugh are all there, standing around, looking impatient.My only relief is that Sylvia isn’t among them
When he sees me, he stops in his tracks. His icy gaze drags down the length of my body. I start to shrink inside of myself slightly at the clear disapproval freezing over in his blue eyes.He blinks, and those eyes are on my face once more, pushing the full weight of that disapproval right onto me.







