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JASMINE "It hurts, baby. Everything hurts," Lucy whined to Luke from the living room couch, wrapped in a robe with sunglasses on. Blake and I were in the dining room having breakfast, overhearing the whole conversation between the two of them. "How much did you drink last night that you were actually able to get a hangover?" Luke looked her up and down. "I dunno. A lot. A lot!" "Clearly." "Can't you do something, baby?" "I've never had a hangover, so I don't even know how to fix one. Where's Libby?" "My mom will be bringing her over soon. Can you watch her today, baby? I'm in so much pain and the nanny doesn't come on Sundays." "Lucy, I have work to do today. I don't get days off like everyone else." "Please, Lukey?" She whined, giving him puppy eyes. He let out a deep sigh and said, "Fine. I'll be back to watch her." He then opened the glass door and stomped outside before Lucy could even thank him. "Jasmine, Blake. Can you get me some coffee and painkillers?" Lucy called
JASMINEWhen it was time to attend temple service, Lucy had finally recovered and made herself presentable. I was impressed with how well she'd managed to clean up from how she'd looked that morning. She had a cute summer dress on and her long blonde hair was freshly washed and glossy. Libby was dressed in a matching outfit. If I didn't know better, I'd think Lucy and Libby were the perfect mom and daughter duo—possibly Instagram influencers with a huge following.As a fun little surprise for after the service, I'd arranged an ice cream social with some of the other women that were heavily involved with the temple. Lucy reluctantly agreed to help out last minute. I assumed it had something to do with her talk with Luke. We got there early to begin setting everything up to make it easy to roll out once the surprise was announced. Lucy was shockingly helpful, working efficiently to pull everything together, likely well practiced from working in pastry for the past few years."Did you se
GINGER "Where were you yesterday?" I asked Paige when she got home from patrol duty on late Sunday afternoon. "I went into heat again." "Damn. Where'd you go?" I asked. "Hotel again. If this keeps going on like this, I have a feeling the hotel staff are going to get to know us a little too well." Paige shook her head. "Don't get me wrong—not that I have much to compare it to—but the sex is incredible when I'm in heat—" "Incredible how?" I asked, curious to learn more. She blushed. "Goddess, I can't tell you, Gigi." "I tell you all the time!" "I know, but don’t you think it's weird that we're sisters and share the info with each other?" "No. I want to know." I pushed Paige's shoulder. She sighed and smiled to herself. "You're dying to tell someone, I can tell." I giggled. "And you know you're never going to tell anyone else. So tell me!" "Okay, fine." Paige stuck her tongue out and smiled playfully. "It's just like, we're so perfectly in sync. It's like we know what the oth
GINGERWe were all surprised when some of the ladies that were heavily involved with the temple wheeled out a buffet of large tubs of Ben & Jerry's ice cream and toppings, scoopers ready. Jasmine went up to the podium and announced that they were throwing an ice cream social for us. My whole family got in line, and I was delighted to see that they had a few fun flavors to choose from rather than just plain vanilla and chocolate. I got the Chunky Monkey and Paige got the Gimme S'more and we agreed to share so we could try each other's.They opened the back door, and soon everyone was spilling out into the garden. Paige and I took a seat on a bench and scooped out of each other's ice cream cups. I noted Heidi stayed close to our parents instead, which I was thankful for. She still boiled my blood every time I looked at her.After some time, Jasmine came by. I got up so she could sit."No, no, it's fine! I don't mind standing. Please sit." Jasmine waved her hand."You're too nice, Jaz."
GINGER "I was thinking Salem first and hospital after?" Tyce asked when I showed up on Tuesday morning. "Yeah, that's fine." "And I'm also thinking we should buy two of those potions this time, just in case." I cringed. "What?" He looked intently into my eyes. "Nothing. Yeah, you're right," I replied, not wanting him to know how poor I was. I would just insert my credit card. This was more important than money and credit card debt. This was about the rest of my life. He gave me a smile, took my hand, and then pulled me toward the car, opening the passenger door for me. Once he was seated in the driver's seat, I asked, "Are you okay to drive?" "Yeah, fine, why?" "You're still getting the wolfsbane injections, though, right?" "Yeah, but I'm getting more used to them now." "Are you though? Or are you just acting tough?" "I'm fine, Gigi." As he said this, he backed out of the pack driveway and onto the main pack road. "You're helping me. So if there was anything you needed he
GINGER When we arrived in Salem and finally parked, I stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath, readying myself. "Goddess, I feel sick," I whispered. "What was that?" Tyce asked. "Nothing," I replied. The ease I'd felt in the car had dissipated, and I was left feeling nauseous, my palms sweaty and my throat dry. I can do this, I can do this. Tyce took my hand in his and we walked toward the shop. I couldn't lie—his hand had an instant calming effect on me. "It's nice being able to hold your hand and not worry about who might see us." Tyce gave me such a sweet smile. "Now look who's hurting my teeth," I responded, but secretly loved it, my heart fluttering. I was dismayed to find Helena at the register when we made it inside the shop. Her eyes instantly fell on our hands. And something about it gave me so much satisfaction. Take that, bitch! He's mine! Mine. I kind of liked the ring of it. I'd never thought myself the possessive type, but Tyce had me feeling all sorts of way
GINGER Tyce stopped suddenly. "Hey, look! A haunted house! What do you think? Should we go in?" "Are you sure you can handle it?" I teased, pushing on his chest. Damn, his chest felt nice. I didn't even want to remove my hand—wanting the rub it all over, discover every part of his hard, muscular body. A hot shiver was overtaking me. "Oh, please. Everyone knows the only reason guys like haunted houses is because it makes the ladies grab onto us in fear. And then we can be their knight in shining armor. While your boobs are pushed up against us." He gave me a playful smirk. "Haha, okay, Mister Big Tough Horny Alpha," I teased. "Feel free to call me that from now on." "What's my nickname then?" "Miss Sexy Beautiful Spicy Damsel." "Damsel?" "Yes, Damsel in Distress that's going to push her boobs up against me in the dark haunted house." I rolled my eyes. "We'll see about that." We got in line to purchase a ticket to enter. "Quick tip." The clerk smiled at us. "When you go in, g
GINGER When we got back out into the sunlight, we decided to just grab a couple sandwiches and drive home, agreeing it was too risky to stick around out in public. "Hey, thanks for helping me out back there." Tyce squeezed my hand as we walked. "What was I supposed to do? Just leave you naked and helpless?" I snickered. "I may have been naked but I wasn't helpless." "You had literally two choices. Go out naked or as a wolf, in the middle of tourist central." "There was another option." "Which was?" He gave me an evil smile and said, "I mean, desperate times call for desperate measures. I could have just knocked out a human and grabbed his clothing if it came down to it. It was pretty dark in there. Great place for a real monster to lurk." "Damn, you're psycho." "You don't even know the half of it." I looked up, and he had the most ominous look on his face I'd ever seen, taking me aback—the look of someone you did not fuck with. The way he'd manhandled Lucy flashed in my mind,