Helen’s POVI glanced around, looking for my mate, but Justin wasn’t anywhere to be seen. I wasn’t sure where he’d gone because I didn’t sense Justin in the same direction that I sensed his father. But I had to find him. Juden was not going to ruin this day for us.I hurried in the direction of his scent, determined not to let him cause any trouble. I would need to get rid of Juden before Justin found out. No sooner had I stepped into the trees that comprised a greenbelt forest at the back of the property than Justin’s father materialized from the shadows.And speaking of shadows, Juden was a mere shadow of his former self. When I first met him, he was imposing, muscular, tall, commanding, clean, and well-cut. At the time, he looked every bit like the king.Juden was now thin and rather gaunt looking, his skin tight around his bones and his hair fully gray and rather lank. This man clearly had troubles. He wore stress nearly as obviously as his clothes which were no longer labeled by

Helen’s POV“Helen?” Randy called into the forest. The sharp bite of worry cut across his tongue.I heard his footsteps pounding toward me, and he skidded to a stop in the clearing just a little bit away from Juden’s mangled body, which had shifted back into a human form on its own.“Oh, my God! What happened here?”Randy had his phone out, ready to dial. I leaped at him and swatted the phone from his hand. It fell to the ground, just missing a puddle of blood.“No! You can’t call anyone,” I ordered him.He gaped at me, mouth open; all color had gone from his face. “Why in God’s name not?” he demanded. “What happened?”I stuffed back a shudder. “I’ll tell you, but you have to promise . . . promise me you won’t tell anyone else.”His gaze raked over me, head to toe, taking in my body soaked in blood. Then he turned his scrutiny to the body on the ground.“I don’t know if I can promise that.”“Then I can’t tell you anything,” I said.He shifted uncomfortably, crossing his arms. “Would y

Lisa took my length in her hand, running her fingertips from the base to the tip and around the rim of the head before running back down and cupping my balls. I moaned and kissed her, seeking out her tongue with my own.She still had on the strapless lace bra and matching lace panties that she had worn under her wedding dress, and she looked undeniably sexy. I reached again, slipping my hand under that layer of lace and between the folds of her womanhood, seeking out her entrance with my middle finger. When I found it, I started to work in and out, and she rocked her hips against my hand.I kissed along her jaw and nibbled at her earlobe. Even the smell of her, faint herbs and flowers like the ones she worked with, filled my senses. I felt like my heart might burst with love.Lisa slid down my body, taking my pants the rest of the way down with her. She took a lick of my length, and I shuddered with desire. Using her tongue, she lapped around the curves of my erection, pausing to suck

Justin’s POVI planned for the future when designing the green belt, hoping someday, these trails might be connected to playgrounds. And there was room at the backside of the green belt, in property that had once been held by my father and was now in my name, to build an additional school.I wanted all of the members of the True Mates pack, regardless of their species, to understand that this community was for them. I wanted them to want to live here. I wanted it to be a good place for them to have pups or babies or whatever the Pixies called their offspring, where we could all live in peace.Not to mention the fact that the Community Center for the multi-colored wolves was drawing in additional members by the week, every time I turned around, it seemed like they had new wolves coming in to join.I had been trying to think of a way to repair the damage that had been done by my family by slandering those wolves. And that was the problem that I was pondering today as I took off for my w

Justin’s POVNever in my life had a day passed so excruciatingly slowly. Helen and I watch TV. We played card games. We discussed nothing at length. We spoke to the anesthesiologist. We talked to the doctor. We worked with the witch practitioner.In between all these visits, Helen took little cat naps. And the hours ticked by, feeling like a day had passed for each one. It was at Dr. Peterson’s lunchtime visit that the first signs of something wrong began to materialize. Dr. Peterson looked at the readouts on the machines attached to Helen, a frown pulling her brows together.“What is it?” I demanded.She gave her head a shake. “Nothing too serious, yet. But it looks like Baby B isn’t thriving with the contractions. The baby’s under some stress. So we’re going to keep an eye on it. If this gets any worse, we’ll go in for a C-section.”She did a quick physical exam of Helen and gave Helen’s hand a pat. “Right now, it’s nothing to be alarmed about, just a little bit of concern. I’ll be