I get on my tiptoes and bring his face down until we meet in the middle, and I can kiss him. Cain was expecting it, I think, because the second my lips are on his, he takes control of the situation as of he’s been waiting for this his whole life. He sucks on my bottom lip as if he's sucking on a lollipop and groans while his hands go down my waist to my hips, then my ass. I gasp when he squeezes it, and he takes advantage of that to slip his tongue inside of me. He’s so aggressive and hard, I have no other choice but to grab onto his shoulders and take it. I'm getting overwhelmed.I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe is Cain who’s devouring my mouth and touching me all over like this. Just two days ago he was my dearest friend, and now he's doing this? Oh, god. I love it.I love the way his lips are so plump, the way he tastes like peppermint and the way he carries me by the waist as if I weigh nothing. Before I know it, I'm going down on a couch and he's getting on
“It's fine, I didn't react well either. It was a shock for both of us," I say. He hums in agreement, "But I don't hate our triple bond.""I don't either," he whispers, but he doesn't stop stroking my hair, "I wish Ash were still alive, too, Georgie. I wish I could hate him, fight him, be angry at him... not this. And I wish he could be jealous. At least once, I want him to be jealous of something. That perfect motherfucker, I don't think he even knew what jealousy was."That makes me laugh through my tears."He didn't, he was never jealous," I say, remembering my sweet big bear, "Not even when I admitted I had a crush on you."That makes Cain move away from me so he can look into my eyes with the question in his eyes. "Yes, I told him. He said it was to be expected with how close we were. He said he only heard good things about you from Justin, so he understood why I would like you," I admit. Cain groans and drops his head back."How can someone like him exist? What the fuck," he com
{ Asheron }Confusion. That's all I am at the moment.I slowly open my eyes and look around me, trying to make some sense of where the hell I am, but then I fall asleep again. That happens a couple of times for I don’t know how long, but at some point, I see a woman close to me and I know she’s a nurse. So when I wake up again and I’m finally able to stay awake for longer than a few seconds, I force myself to talk. "Where am I?" I ask, repeating the question a couple of times because my voice refuses to come out correctly, "Where are my people?" "I'm sorry, Sir. You need to calm down," the woman says and she reaches me, "You're in the hospital. You've been in a coma for a few months, but you’re okay now.”What? I blink some more and look around again. Now this place makes more sense. But why am I here, specifically? How did I get here?"I understand your confusion, Sir, but I promise you're totally okay. I’ll go get your doctor," she says in a sweet voice that makes me relax just
"So... this is very, very new, okay?" He starts, nervous and looking everywhere except into my eyes. I'm about to punch the words out of him, "When my brother came back to the pack and saw Georgie again, their wolves fell in love. My aunt Julia says they're second chance mates. You know, since you died... only you didn’t."Georgie has a second chance mate. Cain, Justin’s little brother. Her best friend, the only guy she has ever liked besides me.I can't even react. This doesn’t seem real. I even let out a laugh. Maybe I am extremely high; that would explain why my wolf is asleep. "Dude, what the fuck is that about?" I laugh again, harder this time because everything is just so ridiculous. Justin looks at me with weird eyes but laughs too, “I have to kill your brother.”“Hey! No," he says, his laugh stopping immediately, "Absolutely not. My little brother is not at fault here, no one is. Ash, you actually died for about a minute and then for like, five minutes. Maybe that broke the
{ Georgette }Queen Elena Blues is unstoppable and vicious. She didn't give a shit about the council’s disapproval of her actions. She didn't give a shit about the THREE fucking warnings they gave her. And she didn't even give a shit about being arrested. She's still telling her Alpha to keep the war going. Poor Alpha Dean is between a rock and a hard place, so I don’t blame him for following his Queen’s instructions. I just feel bad for him.But I feel worse for myself. It has been a few days since I found my second chance mate but I haven't been able to really enjoy any of them. There's always something going on and I'm starting to get really angry. I'm one inconvenience away from going fully rogue and attacking the Blues pack just to show Elena I have way more manpower than her. The only reason her pack is still intact is because I'm not an asshole... but I'm starting to consider letting myself be an asshole.I walk five minutes late into a meeting with the council. Cain is alr
"Did you really give Asheron the jacket I gifted your ungrateful ass?" I text Justin one-handed, still holding Georgie's body. "And why didn't you tell me he was still alive, by the way? Seems like something one should mention.”"I also want to apologize for my mother's behavior," Asheron continues, standing up again and drawing my attention away from my phone. His voice sounds just as I remember it, slow and secure, as if he's used to having everyone's attention on him, all the time, "I can't even imagine the hell she went through, thinking I died, so... I beg for some consideration. I already called off the war that should’ve never even began. My pack is retreating as we speak. Alpha Dean was under my mother's instructions to keep going, but I took charge in this matter because, I promise you, I do not want any kind of war, especially not with my mate's pack.""My mate, you mean," I correct him, making the vibes around the table turn extremely tense and deadly awkward, "She's no lon
{ Georgette }Asheron is alive. He’s back home. I've been awake since Cain started slapping my face and my dad threw water at me, but I decided, for my own well-being, to keep my eyes closed as I process this information.Asheron is fucking alive. Alive. Alive. Alive. He never died; his buddy Jonah did. He was in a coma, not dead. He has been alive this whole time. God, I want to run to him and grab him in my arms... and I will. But not like this, and not right now.My wolf is not as surprised by this as I am, but she is very, very relieved. All this time, she had a feeling Asheron wasn't really dead. I used to think she was demented, but now I will never doubt her again. She can feel him, after all. Of course I shouldn’t have doubted her. She might be a slut, but her instincts are never wrong. Or maybe I will doubt her, actually, because she still chose to fall in love with someone else even knowing her man wasn’t dead. And because of that, I'm currently stuck between a rock and
I know this building like the back of my hand at this point, so I manage to turn left to the stairs and then run down... however, Asheron knows this building just as well."Georgette, what are you doing?" He asks, running behind me until we get to the garden, but then he stops, "Ouch, my leg..."That makes me stop immediately and look back at him. Never, ever, ever have I ever heard Ash complaining about pain. "What happened?" I ask as I approach him. He groans and grabs his knee, "Baby, what happened?""I..." he looks up at me. And as soon as I'm close enough, he grabs me, making me shriek, "I'm fine, sweetheart, but my leg is actually going to start hurting soon. I just needed you to stop running.""Oh, my god! You played me!" I complain but I'm not really angry. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up until I'm wrapping my legs around his legs just by muscle memory. But I know I shouldn’t let this happen, "Ash, I need you to let me go or I'm going to pass out again. This