“Okay, enough of the kissing, time to open presents!” Declares Nare, coming over, taking Jennifer by the hand, and dragging her away to a nearby sofa so she can begin opening presents. I stand by and smile, experiencing every moment of joy emanating from my soulmate as she opens gift after gift. Some gifts confuse her, and me, because just looking at them I wasn’t even sure what some of them were, and then there’s the breast pump which surely was originally designed as a torture device. That can’t actually be comfortable, can it? As Jennifer continues to open presents with glee, her mother walks over and hands me a glass of non-alcoholic punch. “Thank you,” I say, taking the glass from her. “This was a beautiful thing you did for her. I can already see how much this has lifted her mood,” she says gratefully. “Everything Jennifer ever said about you is true, and I know you will love her and this baby as much as Craig loves me and Jennifer,” she says placing a hand on my shoulder, “I
I’ve experienced all types of fear in my life, but none of them will ever compare to the fear I am feeling right now. Not just my own, but the fear coming from the woman who has brought me nothing but love. The level of helplessness I feel seeing Jennifer laid out on a surgical table as Doctor Johnson cuts into her belly is unbearable, but it’s nothing compared to what Jennifer is going through. I do my best to block out the sounds of the machines and the back and forth of the doctors and nurses and just focus on Jennifer and try to get her to focus on me. I squeeze her hand and kiss her forehead and feel extra gratitude that there is a screen up to stop us from seeing what they are doing to her body. I don’t want to see them cut into her, and she shouldn’t have to see it either. I know all she can feel is some pressure, but it’s not painful, so that’s good. “You’re doing so good,” I say reassuringly, keeping my arm around her head so she can focus on my scent and not the other smel
“Okay, I can’t hold it in any longer. I’m dying to know what name you picked for him. Please don’t make me wait for your parents to get here,” I say impatiently, plopping myself down in the chair beside Jennifer’s hospital bed. I was alright not knowing while she was pregnant, but now that our son is here, I am dying to hear his name! I can’t keep calling him ‘son’ or ‘baby’. 'Why not? It’s not like either of those statements is incorrect,' Matthan points out. 'How about I just call you ‘wolf’ then?' I retort. He gasps, 'You wouldn’t be so disrespectful.' 'That’s his point,' Beatrix tiredly chuckles. Poor thing is giving her everything to help Jennifer heal faster, and I can’t thank her enough. “Okay, okay,” Jennifer chuckles, cradling our son in her arms, “I can finally tell you.” As I sit on the edge of my seat, excited to finally hear the name she kept hidden for weeks, there’s a gentle knock on the door. “Oh, come on!” I exclaim, whipping my head around in frustration only t
Hello reader! Thank you for clicking on this book. Going in, it's important that you know that Whole Again is a novella spin-off in the Queen Among series. A lot of the characters and storyline was setup in book 1 A Queen Among Alphas, with moments in this book tying into other books in the series. If you find you're missing context or things don't make sense, this is why. So, i encourage you to read the main series first. But if you choose not to, that is fine. I simply wish for all my readers to have the best reading experience possible, but if you're comfortable to read this as a standalone, then on with the story! ~~~~~~~~~~~ It happened again. I struggle to catch my breath, my heart pounding against my ribcage and thundering in my ears like the sound of a war drum as I try to shake off yet another nightmare, but my hands continue to tremble and my stomach churns as if to mock me. The morning sun streams in through the cottage window as I throw the sheets back and swing my le
Following Beatrix’s instructions, I get up and shower off the stress and bad memories, then get myself dressed for the day. When I’m finally decent, I go to the kitchen and freeze in the doorway as I register the scent of fresh orange juice and… no way! I’m over to the oven in a flash, my mouth salivating as I open the warmer and take in the four delicious-looking breakfast tacos in their own little holders. There’s a glass of freshly squeezed OJ on the counter next to the oven with a handwritten note placed against the glass, so, I pick it up and read it. Good morning Snuggle-Wolf! I didn’t want to wake you and thought you might be hungry, so I made your favourite breakfast tacos and some juice. There’s more juice in the fridge. Hope you have a great day; I’ll see you after work! All my love Pixie x I smile from ear to ear as I read the note over and over, my heart swelling with happiness at this amazing and thoughtful gesture. I carefully place the note down, grab a pair of oven
Things remain a little tense with Michael, but thankfully it’s time for me to go and check in with Maggie and see what my duties are today, so, I politely excuse myself and race off to the kitchen where Maggie is commanding her army. Maggie is 5’8” with military posture, shoulder-length dark brown layered hair, a stern face with kind cocoa eyes and dark caramel skin. She always dresses in a professional manner, so she’s wearing a long-sleeved nude-pink satin blouse tucked into high-waisted dark brown slacks with shoes with the tiniest heels I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how to describe them, I’m not a fashion expert, but I can at least tell they match her blouse. 'Someone won’t be getting a job on the red carpet,' Matthan sniggers. I ignore him. “Right on time again. I’m Impressed,” Maggie compliments, not even turning her head to look at me, but no doubt she either scented or heard me coming. Maggie is fifty-six but looks late 30s if you ask me, and she’s incredibly slim, bordering
My stomach twists into a knot when I hear Landry say those words. I’ve never met Landry’s father, but from the stories he’s told me, I’d hoped to avoid meeting him. Especially since I know how he feels about Omegas. I can’t help what I am, it makes no sense for him to hate me or anyone else like me for being born a certain way that we can’t control.'Some people will find any reason to hate others, Jen. Their hearts are so bitter and twisted they can’t even summon a kind word or thought. It’s not your fault and you don’t deserve it. I just hate that I can’t come out to give him a piece of my mind,' Beatrix snarls as she crouches down as if ready to pounce.'You can always speak through me,' I gently remind her.Beatrix sits back on her hind legs with a caring look in her eyes, 'We both know you don’t want me to do that. When speaking with Landry or Matthan, sure, but not for something like this, and I respect that. But you realise, one of these days someone is going to go too far in h
The rest of the evening continues to be tense. I’ve been sitting in the living room while Landry busies himself with dinner, but the whole time I go over and over in my head what his dad said. Why does he think I’d ruin Landry’s life? Is it because I’m weaker? I know I’m much weaker than other Omegas because of the complications during my premature birth, but no one - okay, most people in the pack - ever made me feel different or less than. They even love to call me the pack’s miracle pup, which I think is silly. My mum agrees with the pack though, but that’s only natural. Ever since Landry and I rebuilt our bond, I’ve never regretted it, and I still don’t, but I can’t help but wonder if completing our bond is now going to cause problems with his dad. Maybe marking each other wasn’t the right thing to do. 'How can you even think that?' Beatrix whimpers. 'I don’t want to be the reason Landry loses his dad. He’s already lost his mum, and I can’t imagine my life without mum and dad. I