로그인Then 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
Ollie’s POVI still can’t figure out why Sylvia came to the ice cream shop today. She had to be up to something, but I can’t quite figure it out. Maybe she just wanted to see my work and my coworker so she could have a better idea of my situation, so she can start plotting something else against me.
From the coffee table nearby, his phone is playing soft instrumentals of big band classics, most of them old romantic tunes that our grandparents probably would have danced to 60 years ago.When we’ve finished our meal, he stands and holds his hand out for me.I look at him in confusion.“Dance with
Ollie’s POVI refuse to quit, but I know saying so right now with all the brothers so angry will only make things worse for me. I need to approach them after they’ve had time to calm down.Instead, I don’t give any credence to their words. I don’t respond at all.I just turn and walk right out of th
Ollie’s POVHugh suggests phone sex, but when I admit I skipped dinner, he insists that I should eat instead.“You have to keep your strength up,” he says. “The next time I see you, I’m going to put that endurance to the test.”He’s talking about marathon sex, which he seems to pride himself over. I







