WESLEY POV I spent almost a whole day running laps around the training yard, stopping only to get drinks of water or take a piss. My dad finally told me I could stop just before sunset, so I made my way back to our house. Our house. I loved saying that. Thinking that. Knowing that I would make that a home with her. My Lycan agreed with me, his tail wagging and his tongue hanging out at the thought of our mate waiting for us at home. Her scent greeted me as I mounted the steps of the porch, and I paused with my hand on the doorknob. There was so much still going on, so much up in the air in our lives, but I took the time to savor the moment. To absorb the feeling of knowing I was coming home to my mate for the first time. I opened the door, and her scent hit me heavier than before, as sweet as ever. The way it mixed with mine and swirled into every nook and cranny of the house filled me with pride, but also gave me a sense of comfort. Especially knowing it would only grow stronger

HAVEN POV “So… all of you are werewolves?” my dad asked. He looked around at Wesley’s parents and Maya, Nolan, and Reid as we all sat in various spots around the living room of Harrison and Emily’s apartment. “Or Lycans,” Reid clarified from the arm of the couch with a nod. “It’s sort of the same, but also not.” “Helpful,” Nolan scoffed from his armchair. “So very helpful.” “Thank you, I try.” Nolan just rubbed his temples and caught my eye, and I had to pull my lips into my mouth to stop my laugh from escaping. “Lycans stand on two feet and look more humanoid,” Harrison explained with a look at Reid. He sat on the loveseat with Emily, his arm slung across the back of the cushions behind her. “Only those with alpha blood are Lycans. Werewolves look like gigantic wolves when they shift into their animal form.” Dad nodded and looked at each of them again. My mom sat next to him on the couch with a thoughtful expression on her face. “No wonder you boys always ate so much when you

WESLEY POV “Let me come with you this time,” Haven said, following me as I walked out of my parents’ apartment, Nolan and Sebastian right behind her. I stopped in my tracks at her words. “What? No.” I shook my head and turned to her. “Haven—” “I want to go with you,” she insisted, interrupting me. “No, Haven,” I said, gripping her shoulders. “It — it will be violent and bloody and gruesome. I have to be someone you won’t recognize. All three of us do. I don’t want you to see me — to see us — like that.” Even though I had given my word to Lennox that I wouldn’t touch him, I still had to put on that mask. I had to be the brutal, cruel alpha. The vicious lycan. I didn’t know what Sebastian had up his sleeve for Lennox, but I knew it would be something bloody and bordering on sadistic. I had no idea how Haven would react to gore and violence, and I wasn’t about to find out by having her watch us interrogate that piece of shit. She crossed her arms and frowned at me. “We’re a team. I

HAVEN POV I was exhausted. More than exhausted. I was so fatigued, I couldn’t even think of a word to describe how tired I truly was. I wasn’t even sure of the time, although I knew it was still Sunday. Or perhaps the wee hours of Monday. But my mind kept drifting back to the enormous, incredibly comfortable bed in our room at our house. I kept thinking about sinking into its plushness. About wrapping the fluffy duvet around me as I placed my head on the feathery pillows, and about snuggling up close to my Wesley as I drifted off to sleep with his arms around me. My Wesley. My mate. He must have sensed my exhaustion, because he’d seated us on the couch in his dad’s office, instead of in the chairs across from his desk. Even Harrison sat on the arm on the far edge of the couch, a glass bottle of beer in his hand that he sipped at while we talked. Wesley explained everything to his dad, including all that Lennox had told them the first time they’d spoken with him. Tortured him. I

WESLEY POV Once Haven and I had straightened ourselves out after our quickie, we left the villa with Nolan and Cassandra, following them through the winding stone paths of the island towards the center. The starlight glinted off the white houses, and the scent of the blossoming bougainvillea trees mixed with the salt of the sea water and invaded my senses. It was that exact scent that had awoken that desperate, aching need in me while we were getting ready. That, and the swirling magic of the island, and the way Haven looked in that almost see through dress. I inhaled again, and caught another whiff of our mixed scents underneath the smells of the island, the scent of my cum lingering between her legs. I didn’t let her wash it off. Not with that dress she had to wear. Not with the way it hinted at what lay underneath. That scent would warn off any wandering eyes. Luckily, the dim light from the darkened sky prevented her dress from being too sheer. Had we been in the sun, I’m sure