Liberty’s POV We spent the rest of the day in bed, talking about nothing in particular. Christian bought me a new phone and laptop, he wants me to sign up for online classes, something I never thought I would have the opportunity to do. Zander said Lottie will show me how to use them properly and help me find some courses that interest me. I have no idea what I want to study, honestly, I didn’t expect to live long enough for it to matter. We talked about the pack, how nervous I am to be introduced as their Luna, a role I feel incredibly inept to fill. I only have vague memories of my mother, but she was an amazing woman, always there for our pack, the person everyone came to for help, guidance and comfort. She was the heart of the pack, my dad loved and protected her with everything he was. I remember the warm feeling when I would watch them together, they would always hug and kiss, one always touching or holding the other. Even as such a young child, their relationship was somethin

Her revelations earlier were not what we expected, the desperate need to show her it isn’t meant to be like that burned in my veins. From the moment she stopped talking I was fighting the urge to take her in my arms and show her what love feels like. I know I sound like a creep, but I wanted to replace all those sickening images with new, tender, loving memories. I wanted to kiss away her pain, exchange every hurtful, painful or angry touch with gentle, affectionate, passionate ones. I know there is nothing I can ever do to take back what has happened, all I can think to do is show her more, better, give her everything she deserves for as long as I draw breath. I finish making the bed by placing the pillows at the head and spreading a clean fresh duvet across the bottom. Christian lays Liberty on the bed and she reaches out a hand to feel for us, obviously we both stand there with ridiculous grins on our faces before we climb in either side of her. “No more, sleepy.” She mumbles as

I busy myself making lunch. Usually I’m a ‘take action’ type, but even I know this whole situation is going to need a more calculated approach. Zander and Lottie sit with Liberty at the table on the other side of the kitchen. To an onlooker, it would seem like I was absorbed in the action of making chicken and bacon salads for the four of us. In reality I’m merely going through the motions, my attention firmly on the conversation happening behind me. Zander tells Liberty everything we know about her family and her pack, the legends we were told by our father, and the details we know about her pack territory and its division between neighbouring packs. She takes the news well. “Everything makes so much more sense now. Why Alpha Kendrick kept me locked away, my fathers last words about my destiny, why nobody came looking for me in all those years.” The acceptance in her eyes and her voice tugs at my heart. There isn’t anything we can do to change the past, only move forward. She is

“I will baby, we both will. We want nothing more than to share ourselves, our thoughts and feelings, with you. When we mark you, it will dissolve all the barriers you rely on to protect yourself, we will feel what you feel, just as you will feel us. Is that something you want little one?” he looks down at me with concern in his eyes. “Yes, that’s what I want. I want it all.” I watch as my words sink in, his eyes flicker between crystal blue and Caleb’s pitch black. I know Caleb and Max want to mark me. Justice has been muttering about stubborn Alphas and fighting nature since last night. She gets that Christian and Zander are looking out for me, but she feels the pull of the bond between herself and her mates. She explained how much harder it is for wolves to control their baser urges. If the vision has showed me anything, it’s that I cannot live the rest of my life as Alpha Kendrick’s prisoner. I may not have bars keeping my body restrained, but the torture of my mind has held me cap

Christian’s POVWatching Zander mate and mark Liberty while she lay on me, in my arms, was a veritable smorgasbord of emotion. The only thing keeping Max at bay, was the weight of her on me, knowing we would make her ours soon. I couldn’t have taken my time like Zander did, it was easier to watch him claim her first than it would have been to hold back.Zander lifts her leg at the knee and holds it in the air, I use my legs to bend her other leg up towards her chest. My body curls around and fits hers perfectly. My lips find the soft smooth crook in her neck as I line my, now fit to burst cock, up with her entrance. My chest tightens with nervous anticipation as I ease into her, watching as her puffy labia rub up my length as my cock dives deeper, pressing against her swollen, heated walls. Her leg almost immediately starts shaking in Zander’s hand as my hips grind into her soft, smooth behind.She reaches behind herself and pulls my arm around her, intertwining our fingers in front o