MasukThen 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
Declan’s POV“What’s bothering you?” I ask Sylvia, giving her my full attention. It’s not often she comes to me directly with her troubles, typically preferring to speak with any of my brothers. I know I’m not the most… nurturing type, even if I can be the most ruthless.For her to come to my door a
Ollie’s POVProfessor Hunter leads me to his office, a smallish room on the third floor with his name on the door. The entire space is filled with books and papers covered in notes. Everything from notebooks, to free slips of papers to words hastily scribbled in the margins of books, is strewn about
Ollie’s POVEven though this accusation is incredibly ridiculous, I still shrink down into myself, embarrassed and ashamed. I know making me feel this way was Sylvia’s goal, and I hate giving her what she wants. But I just can’t help it.I’m mortified by this accusation.Professor Hunter is a new al
Ollie’s POV“What are you looking for?” I ask, redirecting. If the lying won’t work, I will deflect as best I can for as long as I can, until this conversation is over.“You know what I’m looking for,” he says, bringing the conversation back on track.This deflection isn’t going to be as easy as I w







