Leo’s POV After the disaster earlier today, we were able to disable the house and just keep the suites under lock and key. I go to open the front door, forgetting about my earlier request to block off the entrance. Well shit. Shockingly, she did a decent job. My wolf pushes forward, “mate is small enough. She can fit through and get in the truck”. Sometimes… and I mean, very rarely, my wolf can have decent ideas. “Michelle, come hither!”. She giggles, coming over… “yes, my liege”, bowing. “You think you can crawl through there and climb inside to move the truck?”. She wiggles her fingers like a maniac, “we’ll find out won’t we”. She really is my perfect match. In a lot of ways, she reminds me so much of Emma. Their personalities mainly, though their eyes, are somewhat similar. She comes squealing back over, “can you believe that was my first time driving!? I did it!”. My face drops… “Let’s just keep that little secret between us shall we”. I pull her into a side

Lee’s POV. Making my rounds around the pavilion, I see so many happy faces. Faces of children whose lives are saved or those of women who will never know an unkind hand again. I nod and smile as I walk along, offering to help with small tasks as I go. Eventually, I find myself in a quiet, isolated wing. There is a shrine dedicated to Selene here. There I find a very young woman staring at the statue. I quietly approach and stand next to her. I feel for her aura but find none. She and her wolf are disjointed. This happens when there is significant trauma at an early age. My heart aches for this child. “Don’t feel sorry for me”. Her words are confident but her voice is weak. Spoken like a true warrior. She’s been fighting for a long time. “Pity is for those who do not deserve salvation. I do not pity you my dear girl, I simply hope for your healing”. I feel her curiously eyeing me. “What happened to your wolf if I may ask?”. Our gaze still hasn’t left the sta

Emma’s POV It’s still really early. My limbs are heavy. My eyelashes are heavy on my cheeks. Morrigan is way too active for it being this early. “Mor, settle down, what are you doing?” I scold her. “It’s not me Em”. What is she on about? The babies are way too young to be moving in my tummy that much and why am I… wet? My skin is wet? I bat my eyelashes open to a very concerned Liam with obsidian eyes. I don’t dare move. “Mor, what the hell is he doing?”. She huffs, “Kalen has been licking you for an hour Em. I’ve been trying to wake you up but you’re like waking the dead”. I keep watching him. He’s literally licking my stomach. Why? And rubbing his scent on me. There’s literally no question whose mate we are… what is he doing? Oh… he’s going south. “Oh, Mor… did he do anything while we were… asleep?”. She blushes, “no Em, they wouldn’t do that”. Oh… my… goddess. I draw the line. “Kalen… are you smelling my um… ?”. He looks up at me. “You smell so divine mat

Liam’s POV Mid baby shower, Ian informed me his team had found the “items” on his family’s property and were bringing them to our compound. He assured me this team could be trusted and he sent a few of my trusted men with them too, which definitely made me feel better. I receive a message saying the King’s envoy has arrived. Me and the “boys” as we’ve started calling ourselves, now that there were too many of us to name individually, head to the front of the packhouse to personally welcome his ‘majesty’. I roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. Lee also insisted on being present which provided some extra comfort. The lavish SUVs, all 15 of them roll to a stop in succession. Zak leans in, “Jesus, how many people did he bring? We have enough space for all of them?”. A security agent steps out, opening the back door and out steps a young man, no older than myself, wearing a hand tailored Armoni suit with leather crafted Gucci shoes. He’s tanned, with c

Regan’s POV “What do you mean they got sick? Where the fuck are they Cody?”. Cody is kneeling in front of me, explaining how they got enticed into some baby shower bullshit which is why they were late getting up here and now this? “And did you see the rash or their illness?” He pulls open his phone, showing me pictures of vomit and rashes. “Ok, fucking gross. I don’t need to see that shit. Fine, whatever”. I kick the throw pillow off the couch in frustration, “real fucking convenient. I was looking forward to an afternoon fuck”. Suddenly, it dawns on me. Cody and I have messed around before. “You two, out. I need to talk to Cody alone”. Cody is about to stand when I push him back down, “you are right where I want you for the moment”. He smiles up at me, unbuckling my pants. This is exactly why I keep this man around. He does a lot to keep me happy. After our ‘exclusive’ conversation, I invited some of my security back in to sweep the room. Probably shoul