TYSON Holy fucking Artemis. That fucking dress. It was taking everything in me not to stare at her rack. Out of every piece of clothing she owned, why the fuck had she put that dress on? All I could think about was how much I wanted to motorboat those impressive puppies. My cock was dying for a good titty fucking. Damn, I was so horny. By the time we made it to the underground bar, I was ready to throw her into a bathroom stall and fuck the shit out of her. My jeans were feeling fucking tight, and I kept having to get my mind out of the gutter so I didn't end up walking around with a tent in my pants. It didn't help that I'd warmed up to her. She wasn’t so bad today. She was still busting my balls (and not in the way I wanted her to) but it wasn't so aggressive anymore. Helena met us in front of an industrial-looking building. "Thought you'd come alone. I can get you in no problem, but the boss isn't going to like multiple werewolves inside. Too much risk. I think you can understan
GINGER Tyce and I didn’t talk the entirety of the ride. Tyce just trained his eyes on the road and never once glanced my way except to merge lanes. I clutched my purse, thankful, at least, I got what I came for. So it wasn't a complete disaster. Two emotions competed within me simultaneously. One, I was upset about how Tyce had treated me. First, he called me his "buddy" to Helena, especially after making it seem like there was something between us. I didn't even know why I thought that or why it bothered me so much, but it did. After milling it over in my mind, I concluded that it just hurt to feel so inadequate next to someone so hot and powerful. I hated being made to feel so weak and worthless. It was a feeling that I carried throughout my life, and it was always so hard to kick, no matter how many friends I made or how much I succeeded at school. I still always felt like that little girl that never properly got her wolf in middle school. Then, as soon as I disappeared, he'd go
GINGER I wrapped Tyce's sandals in a plastic bag and threw them into my purse so I could finally return them to him. As my family piled into the car to head over, I felt a bit mournful at the realization that returning them would give him no more reason to talk to me. Just as quickly as I felt it, I pushed it from my mind and convinced myself it was for the best. The new Gigi would no longer give douchey guys the time of day. The new Gigi only made room in her busy schedule for nice, mature gentlemen. And a gentleman Tyce was not! I spotted him as soon as we arrived, as I always did. It was hard not to. He was just so tall and commanded such a natural presence. Clearly, it was an alpha thing—yes, I felt the same about Blake. Yet, somehow, I always seemed to notice Tyce first. Maybe Tyce was more alpha alpha, if that was a thing. He did, after all, come from a much larger pack. My family took our normal seats. Heidi sat down right next to me, unfortunately. I hadn’t talked to her mu
BLAKE After the temple service, Jasmine and I jumped in my car to head north. I glanced over at her as I started the car, taking her hand in mine. "You know, you're going to need a bigger car soon. It's going to be a lot of work getting pups in and out of their car seats with a two-door." "I know." She sighed. "But I love that car." I squeezed her hand. "Maybe we can trade cars when we have to take the pups." I smiled at her and she put her head against my arm sending sparks dancing up and down the length of it. I was still getting used to the idea of it, being hit unexpectedly by the news. I thought we'd have more time to ease ourselves into the idea of it. I always knew I'd have to provide an heir to our pack, but I just didn't think it would happen so soon. As we drove, Jasmine drifted into sleep. I did notice she'd been a lot more tired lately, going to bed much earlier than previously. She kept claiming she had no symptoms, but I definitely noticed them—both how horny and uni
BLAKE The next morning, I woke up earlier than Jasmine and snuck downstairs so I could surprise her with breakfast. As I approached the kitchen, I overheard a heated discussion between Alex and who I assumed was his mom. "You've been keeping in touch with Sara behind my back?" Alex's voice boomed loudly. "Alex, she's my daughter. I have a right to keep in touch with her," a middle-aged woman's voice responded. "She tried to kill my mate several fucking times!" "Language, Alex!" "Fuck language. I'm in a really bad mood right now." "Alex, can you at least be rational about this? Listen to me. I'm your mother!" "Fine, Mother. What did you want to tell me?" I could tell he was speaking through gritted teeth. "Sara wants to meet with you. She has information about one of our ally packs. I know Sara did some things you're not happy about. But at least speak with her and give her a chance to redeem herself. She is still your sister." "She will never redeem herself in my eyes." "Al
GINGER On the evening of the full moon, I once again waited for my whole family to go to sleep. Luckily, both my dad and Paige were warriors, so they had early bedtimes. I quietly snuck out of the house, made my way into the woods, and disappeared into the darkness of the night. It was drizzling and I couldn’t even see the moon, clearly being covered by the clouds. I cursed my bad luck and hoped that it would be okay that there wasn't much moonlight available. I made my way to the same place I went the last time, deciding it was a good spot, barely able to see in the dark, cloudy night. I wrapped my arms around my body thinking I should have worn a jacket as the small droplets wet my exposed skin and clothing. By the time I made it to the right place, I was practically shivering but it was so close to midnight I couldn't turn around. I was just glad my eyesight had somewhat adjusted to the darkness, but it still felt a bit ominous with everything so dark and wooded, with the only lig
GINGER He gently flipped me onto his furry back, taking my arms into his mouth, holding me safely in place. He gave a slight shake, presumably to make sure I was secured, and broke into a run. Before long, we arrive at our destination, and he gently lowered me to the ground again, and then picked me up in his human form. I threw my arms around his shoulders as he carried me into the packhouse and upstairs, gently laying me down on top of his bed. I was relieved to be on his soft bed, but unable to keep my eyes open, shivering from the cold. "I'll be right back," he said softly. I moaned quietly when he walked out of the room, clutching my stomach, trying to ignore how nauseous I felt, desperate not to throw up. When his footsteps sounded as he reentered the bedroom, I opened my eyes and saw that he'd put some clothes on. "You're bleeding. Let me help you," he said as he sat on the bed next to me, and gently dabbed under my nose and my chin with a warm, wet washcloth. I stared up at
GINGER I groaned, my stomach burned, my limbs were sore. I struggled to open my eyes and instantly shut them again, the light scathing my pupils. Goddess, I was in so much pain. I had to go to the hospital. I groaned again. The pain in my stomach worsened, and acid pushed its way up my esophagus. I tried to swallow and shove it back down, wanting to fall back asleep. But it was useless. If I didn't get up at that second, I'd throw up in my bed. I rolled until I made it to the edge, sliding out of the bed onto my knees. Finally opening my eyes, I looked around and realized I wasn't in my room. I blinked, and memories started flooding back from the previous night. Fuck—I was in Tyce's room, wasn’t I? My stomach grumbled, forcing me to my feet. I sprinted as fast as I could, recalling where the bathroom was from last time. I pulled the bathroom door open to be met with steam—someone had clearly just showered. But I couldn't think about that right then, as my eyes locked with the toil