***Ryan watched Gloria go and sighed. It was obvious that Gloria had had a change of heart and Ryan was happy about that. Sometimes, parents had to be firm with their kids. For the very first time since he laid eyes on the regal, elegant woman who he’d come to love as a mother, Ryan thought Gloria looked old. It was as if she’d aged overnight. Worrying about her child had clearly taken its toll on the poor woman. Ryan rubbed his hand on his stomach, which surprisingly didn’t feel as flat as it had days earlier, and wondered whether his kid was going to give him such stress.“Don’t stress your daddies out, baby.” He whispered. “You did good today. You saved your daddy, grandma, your uncle Troy…who is a little confused at the moment, your uncle Philip,” he relaxed more into his seat, “your uncle Stan, auntie Paige, grandpa Jo, and grandma Del. That’s a lot of people. Thank you. Your daddy and uncle Philp are being dickheads right now.” His speech began to slow down. “The others are loo

***It was important to remind his friend that it was his murderous Ojah spirit that had maltreated Ryan and not him. And Philip did exactly that;“The last thing you want is to remind Ryan of what he went through,” the alpha said fiercely.“Well, I think feeling guilt is in order.” Stan drawled. “I mean thanks to him, the poor guy doesn’t have any good memories of his first wolfy experien…”“Shut up, Stan.” Philip snapped. Then he turned his attention to Troy who had begun to groan beside him. “Hey, want some water?” He asked softly.“No.” Troy moaned. He didn’t think he could keep anything down. “Why did you take off my clothes?” He looked down at his boxer-clad body.“’Cause they’re going to come off anyway.” Philip shrugged. “Why ruin perfectly good clothes?”“Oh god…” Troy screamed suddenly and rolled onto his hands and knees. “You sure this is how it’s…aahhhhh…” He panted harshly until the pain passed. “Sure this is how it’s supposed to be?” He gasped.“Some go through worse, bu

***Troy opened his eyes, blinking his vision clear as he stretched. He groaned at the slight pain he felt as his joints cracked and popped. It felt as if he’d gone through some strenuous exercises or carried tons of bricks up and down a flight of stairs. He wondered what exactly he’d done the day before to…“Oh, my god…” Troy gasped as he shot up into a sitting position. “I’m a wolf!” He sounded both surprised and awed. He could feel his beast inside him. And it felt surprisingly good. “Oh my god, I’m really a werewolf.” He gasped, looking down at himself. His eyes widened in surprise when he lifted the covers and realized he was naked underneath. “What the hell…”Troy finally shifted his gaze around the room and groaned. He remembered the room he was in. It belonged to Philip. Where was he anyway, Troy wondered. Was Philip the one who’d stripped him or he’d done it himself, he frowned. He did remember turning into a wolf but the rest was a bit hazy. He actually recalled feeling so a

***“Who made you the boss of me?” Troy growled right back.“You do this to me,” Philip pointed at the cum on his jeans, “and then have the audacity to show me attitude immediately after?” Philip knew that was a low blow and totally uncalled for but he didn’t really care. Troy brought out the nasty in him. He almost apologized when all the fire went out of Troy’s eyes to be replaced by mortification.“I apologized,” Troy said quietly, his face turning red. “Please, I really need to do this.”“Alright.” Philip sighed. “At least take a shower first.”Troy nodded and turned to go. Philip had to suppress his groan at the sight of his mate’s bare arse. It was so fucking perfect. Admittedly, it was nothing like the usual curvy feminine ones he was used to. But the alpha didn’t think he’d seen a sexier arse. The warm throbbing desire in his groin was a clear indication of just how sexy he found his mate. And that body… Troy looked as fit as fuck. As if he’d had a growth spurt. Philip couldn’

***“What was that all about?” Jeremy asked as they stepped into the elevator.“Nothing. Just wanted to know whether he was okay with coming later.”“Why would you think he wouldn’t be okay?” Jeremy looked at his friend.Philip turned his gaze on Jeremy. “’Cause your brother was wishing I wouldn’t leave.” Philip drawled.“Doesn’t know you can read his thoughts, does he?” Jeremy chuckled.“Nope.”Both men burst into laughter.“You sure he’s okay to be amongst people?” Jeremy asked as they exited the elevator.“He’s fine.”“Did you compel him not to hurt anyone or destroy stuff?”“No, but he’ll be fine,” Philip said confidently.“Lip…” Jeremy groaned. “That mate of yours…”“I’ve got this, Jer,” Philip muttered.“I hope you do.”*In the huge dining room on the third floor, all the people who had been in the control room were seated, enjoying some chilled cocktails. Although they were hungry and would have loved to dig in the varieties of food laid out on the dining table, they had to wa