Liam’s POV     We find a routine each morning. I meet her at her door and we walk hand in hand to the gym. She always goes for the rower and rows for what seems like eternity. She loves that thing. Her favorite activity so far is boxing though. It has been a couple of weeks so I have the idea of teaching her some real sparring.      Using Zak as bait, I set them up in the ring. We show her a few basic maneuvers. As I stand back, she takes her defensive stance. “Mmmm Liam, look at our mate”. I do feel a lot of pride in her abilities.     Just then out of the corner of my eye, as Zak lunges forward, she roundhouse kicks him in the solar plexus. He drops like a sack of potatoes. I burst out laughing. “Holy shit Emma. Where

Liam’s POV I gently roll onto my side, pulling my mate into me so we’re facing one another on our sides. Kissing her gently, thumbing her marks. “Did that hurt you?”. She smiles, “if you couldn’t notice it was a huge turn on”. I blush. I did notice. She gently closes her eyes, clearly at peace. “Emma, baby… I want you to mark me”. Her eyes open widely. “But… if I mark you, you will feel my pain and my memories”, she looks down. Gently stroking her cheek, “I want to take that burden from you Emma. I don’t want you to carry that alone”. Her doe eyes start welling. Oh no, please don’t cry. I don’t think I can handle that. I slide up to a sitting position, my head leaning on the headboard. I motion for her to come up to me. She slides her legs on either side of me and curls in closely. “Emma, you are my mate. I am your mate. You can feel me, all of me. I want all of it”. “I want you to feel me too, I just wish I could leave out the bad parts”. Wrapping my arms aroun

She starts kissing me violently. I can taste the recent wine and a hint of whiskey. She hooks her legs around my low back, pulling me into her. “Emma, baby… as badly as I want you, you are drunk”. She just smiles at me and starts ripping my shirt off. It felt wrong to be doing this with my drunk mate but she is quite persistent. She is lucid, clearly able to unbutton pants, maybe she isn’t that drunk after all. I stand up, pulling her up and throwing her over my shoulder. Gently setting her on the bed, she gets impatient and ripping my shirt off. Damn. “This is more like it Liam”. Kalen is clearly intrigued. She begins kissing my neck, sucking on my mark, making a path of kisses down to the waist on my jeans. She stands up, yanking them off. I pull her in and rip her shirt off. Her mood is contagious and is making me horny as hell. As I am kissing her neck, trying to undo her stupid bra, I end up tearing it off. I can’t get to her skin fast enough. Her scent is floodin

Ruth’s POV Mom and I are making birthday breakfast, purposely delaying timewise since I know Emma and Liam are, well, “busy”. Gross. I definitely don’t want to think about him being intimate. I am happy for him though. He deserves this. And I like Emma, she is a sweetheart. I hear footsteps out in the dining room. “Finally”. Mom just looks at me and shakes her head. Breakfast is french toast with strawberries and whipped cream, sausage and mimosas. I eagerly head to the table with the champagne and juice. “Emma, you have to have one”. Liam’s arm is always protectively on her. It really is adorable. As she’s reaching to take one, Liam snides, “Ruth are you trying to make my fiancee a drunk?”. I snap up and look at him, he’s clearly embarrassed that he spilled the beans. “Holy crap!”. I grab Emma’s hand. I always knew grandma’s ring would go to his mate as is tradition. It was perfect on her finger. It perfectly matched her eyes. She politely extends her arm for m

Aiden’s POV I smell another male wolf before I see Liam of the Broken Mt. pack stroll through the restaurant. I hate that kid, I smirk to my wolf. “Spoiled little shit”, Ranger retorts. My wolf and I usually agree on most everything. I am one of the rogues who has been working with Ezekiel and his crew for a few years now. I am meeting Ian, his younger brother here tonight to go over some business. I like this restaurant. Their whiskey is top shelf. “Say, Ian, doesn’t that Luna look an awful lot like the rogue bitch who escaped not too long ago?”. Ian turns in his chair and watches as the brunette beauty obliviously walk past us with her alpha. “Nah, that wolf had no hopes of becoming a luna. She was a dejected, sad little female. That luna is far too sophisticated”. I wasn’t too sure. I myself haven’t had a chance to ‘participate’ with her as Ezekiel used her mostly himself but there is something so familiar about those green eyes. Emma’s POV Dinner is ama