"Look out!"  I shriek, before the rogue closes in on us."Stop right now."  Eric commands the rogue right in front of him and slices clear through his shoulder.  Hearing bones breaking, I instantly know that he has just ended the rogue's life directly in front of him and is now working on another one.  When I see the blood spraying all over the snow, I know that he is soon to be dead too.  I on the other hand am in combat with a rogue twice my size and no matter what I do I can't hit him.  Slashing him in the leg, I am a bit surprised that he doesn't even flinch when the blood starts to spurt from it.  It's almost as if he feels no pain.  Watching him, I wait for my next move to connect.  Finally, I shred his abdomen and a shocked look registers the pain on his face.  However, the next thing I know I am on the ground with blood in my mouth.  When I see him, it's too late and he bites

“No!” The very first thing Eric does before he leaves the doctor’s office, is to cry out.  We have been through so much and now that he was promised his heirs, I can tell it is crushing him to know that there is a problem with them.  If he only knew the real issue, he wouldn’t be so heart broken.  Instead, he would probably rip my head off. He talks to the doctor further before we walk back to the pack house and then to our bedroom, because the doctor told us that we will have to find her before it is too late.  In another month if we don’t do something, he probably will have to terminate.  Knowing Eric, that is not even an option and then he will find out the truth and my pups will be dead anyways. Eric will never let Ryder’s pups come to pass, because that means he would let an heir from another alpha possibly take over after him.  Impossible, he will say and that is what I am afraid of.  Losing them now would ruin me, but

"Smash" "Crash" "Bang" I wake up to numerous sounds coming from downstairs.  Scared that something bad has happened, I climb out of bed and throw my robe on before dashing downstairs.  “What on earth?” I cry out when I see the devastation before me.  Eric turns around and says, “This is unsatisfactory.  I told them to redecorate a certain way and it is not what I wanted.  Now it must be done all over again.  If you want to do something the right way, do it yourself.”  He shakes his head before storming out of the house, leaving the door wide open. I feel the brisk winter air, and a shiver runs down my spine before I reach the door to close it.  Looking out, I scan the area for Eric but don’t seem him and shut it promptly.  As I climb the stairs on the way back to my room, I recall the other day when Eric and I had a fight that was horrendous.  It is just too bad that when the witch fixe

Feeling a bit groggy, I wake up to hearing a clanging noise next to me and as I open my eyes, I scan the room for anything that would be making it.  When I see Eric sleeping next to me in a chair and he is shaking from a bad dream, I instantly yell out to wake him.  “Eric, wake up.” Spooked, he jumps out of his seat and stands up straight but with his feet posted a couple feet apart, ready for a fight.  He frantically glances around the room and when his eyes finally land on me, he calms down.  “What is it?”  He asks still jittery from being woken up out of a sound sleep. “You were having a bad nightmare and you were shaking so bad that you rattled that metal pan over there.”  I point to the pot on the bed stand next to me that is holding a roll of bandages, a scalpel, and a few other things. “Oh, sorry.  I didn’t realize it.  I must have been so sound asleep that it was hard to wake up.  Sorry.” He walks o

“Crash” Looking on, I watch as Janessa drops a glass bottle near one of the pups and then turns around quickly to clean it up before glancing up at me.  I can tell that she is getting over worked because she has never had accidents like this.  Trying to help, I grab the broom and the pan before sweeping it up. Once I am done, I grab one of my beautiful pups and let her nurse.  Not all of them have names yet, because I am still in the process of consulting Eric and naming them one by one.  She stares up at me with her big blue eyes and her darling pudgy face, at that moment I realize what her name is.  Alora. Running my fingers through her curly dark brown hair, I close my eyes as I feel her lips lock around my nipple.  The extreme comfort it brings me when I feel one of them feed is akin to when my mother’s arms would hold me as a small child.  Opening my eyes when I hear her make a sound, I glance down lovingly at her sweet