*Jonas* By the end of the day, I have the garden looking the way I think a garden ought. Fire Moon seems to agree with me, complimenting me on my excellent sense of landscape design and knowledge of the different vegetables. Telling me that they really needed someone with knowledge of things like that. Typhon, on the other hand, can’t be prodded into uttering even the most grudging words of praise. In fact, the only noise he makes at all is a rather strangled groan that sounds a bit like: “My tomatoes." "Your tomatoes had gone wild,” I return, thoroughly exasperated with this man. Seriously why can’t he just be grateful. “I liked them wild,” He shoots back, making a face like I have insulted him personally. And that is that. But then he surprises me by having gotten me some New clothes, as I have been wearing the same set since I came here, and now after gardening, well it is both sweaty and dirty. But he brings me a pair of jeans, shorts, a t-shirt and a hoodie, along with under

*Typhon* I don’t reply. I have no wish to discuss my life or what is handy with him. Some younger guys tend to find the idea of a rogue King dashing and glamorous, and I know that the truth is anything but. There is nothing dashing or glamorous about fighting for your existence, or the right to be yourself. Jonas finally breaks the long silence, “I'm sure you can let go of me now.” ‘No let's hold him a little longer,’ Cerberus purrs, ‘Maybe kiss him a little.’ “Can you walk?” I ask softly, as I let him go. He huffs, “Of course I ... Ow !” He has barely taken a step before he howls in pain again. I immediately sweep him into my arms and say. “I will carry you to the common room.” “But my books!" He protests. “I believe they are my books,” I say with a small smile, “And I'll have one of the guys come and put them back.” He shakes his head in denial, “No, no, please don't do that. I'll put them back myself.” “If you'll pardon my saying so, Little Alpha, you cannot even walk.

*Jonas* “I had no idea you could be so agreeable,” I say in a wry voice. Cana makes a low humming sound, ‘He is kinda cute when agreeable.’ “Don't push me, Little Alpha. In case you hadn't noticed, my temper is hanging by a very fine thread,” Typhon huffs. “Oh, I noticed,” I huff back. Typhon stares at me in disbelief, “It's a wonder someone hasn't killed you before now.” ‘Okay that was not cute,’ Cana huffs. He strides across the hall, I am clutching his shoulders, and into another room. No sign of the tea service. "Hunter!” Typhon bellows. “Oh,Typhon!” The disembodied voice of the other man sounds. “Where is he?” I can not help asking, twisting my head to look behind me. “The Goddess only knows,” Typhon mutters, then yells, “Where the devil … Oh, there you are, Hunter.” “You do creep up on a soul,” I say with a smile. “It's one of my most useful talents,” Hunter replies from the doorway, “I took the liberty of moving the tea service to the next room … the couch is bett

*Jonas* Cana is whimpering in my head, fear gripping my body as the big brute pulls at my pants. This is a nightmare, for both of us. ‘Not like this,’ My Wolf whimpers, sounding like a scared puppy, and I get him. ‘Not with him.’ And I know what he means, so okay we have started considering … you know … men … our sexuality. The fact that we are attracted to Typhon and I had even started kinda fantasising about … more than a kiss. But the thought of this stinking bear of a man touching me intimately, using me, it leaves me cold and shaking with fear. I should have listened. I should not have been so stubborn and obstinate. “Such a perky little ass,” The man grins, as he manages to pull my pants down, his hand gliding over my skin, making goosebumps of the bad kind break out, “And tight too I bet.” “Please don’t.” I beg, not caring that I sound desperate. I can’t stand the thought of what he wants to do. His large paw of a hand smacks my behind, no doubt leaving a mark with five

*Jonas* I drop my cane, snake my arms around his neck, and completely give up trying to think. When his lips are on mine, and I am warm in his embrace, there doesn’t seem much sense in trying to figure out whether kissing him is such a good idea. My brain, which had just seconds ago been trying to deduce whether he is likely to break my heart, is now thoroughly occupied with devising ways to keep this kiss going on and on and on … ‘What a kiss,’ Cana sighs in my head. I move closer, standing on my tiptoes, and then ... “Owww!” I would have fallen if Typhon weren't already holding me up. “Jonas?” He asks, his expression dazed. “My stupid stupid ankle,” I mutter, “I forgot, and I tried to ...” He puts a gentle finger to my lips, “It's better this way.” “I don't think so,” I blurt out. ‘The dumb ankle ruined it,’ My wolf complains. Typhon carefully disentangles my arms from around his neck and steps away. With one graceful swoop of his arm, he reaches down and retrieves my forg