I barely know my mate, and while part of me already loves her because of the bond, this turning me to stone shit is getting OLD. I was perfectly justified in beating the crap out of little shit. He came here looking for my mate and had the fucking balls to ask to be invited into her room. Like fucking hell, I was going to let that fly. Yet, as Henrik and I were freed, I didn’t see that asshole anywhere. Did he get out of being stoned? I would lose my shit if he didn't get turned to stone too. That would not be fair. We’re supposed to be her mates. We’re the ones who should’ve gotten out of getting turned to stone. Finn, Clarence, Zoe, and her dad were the only people standing around. I could see footprints in the snow and smell Holly and that asshole’s fading scent. So, he’d been here and taken away. Why was he getting special fucking treatment? I don’t care that he’s a visiting wolf. He crossed a line with our mate and should face the consequences. ‘Look at you admitting she’s

You’d think after thirty years of being Gunnar’s twin, I’d have learned not to do the stupid shit he tells me to. Pollux told me testing our mate’s skills was a bad idea. I should have listened to him and not Gunnar. Instead, I listened to my brother and got my ass kicked more efficiently than Holly’s ever kicked my ass in training. It was hot. It hurt like hell, but it was hot. Not many women I know could take me down like that. It doesn’t change that I owe my brother some additional pain. Let’s see how he likes getting a kick to the balls, his foot stomped, an elbow to the stomach, and landing hard on his back. That could wait. And apparently, so could getting more answers from our mate. I’d have protested that having a conversation was more important than her figuring out what time it was in Sicily, but this phone call was to get that pick out of my territory. That is something I’m all about. I want him far the fuck away from Zoe. I’m glad he’s not from her pack, which means there

For being twins, Henrik did not get the agile genes like me. There’s no way I would’ve tripped over her shoes unless I did it on purpose. However, it wouldn’t have been a bad idea if Henrik had done that on purpose beyond the breaking of Char’s painting and the bed. It got him on top of her. I certainly wouldn’t have minded being on top of her. Peeved he was, yet not enough to grab him by the scruff as if it was that little shithead from earlier. There was no point in arguing with Zoe when she started giving orders. Zoe wasn’t the first female to order me around. It was just the first time I’d been willing to obey. That makes sense because she’s my mate, while taking orders from Mom or my sisters is just a pin in my ass. Even though I felt comfortable-ish with the situation of seeing Henrik on top of her like that, I felt off when I left them alone in the bedroom. It wasn’t a new feeling, just a new one for this situation. It was that feeling of being left out. As one of eight kids,

I couldn’t think of a time in my thirty years on this planet I’ve wanted to punch Gunnar with all my might. I couldn’t imagine there being a reason to want to hit him. He’s my twin and best friend. Nothing could make me angry enough at him to throw a real punch. Nothing till now. After Zoe slammed the door and locked it in our faces, I rounded on my twin and clocked him. “What the hell?” Gunnar blinked as he held his jaw. “What’d you do that for?” “You had to open your damn mouth. You didn’t need to bring up the moving thing. Certainly not like that. I told you before we came here Zoe has not just a say, but the most important say.” I growled, fists still clenched, ready to throw another punch. “She brought it up first.” Gunnar tried to defend himself. “No. Zoe didn’t bring it up.” I shook my head. “She asked if anyone would be mad about Char’s painting. You then word vomited about Mom favoring our sisters and Lorna, and it snowballed into you talking about Zoe moving here.” I rem

Damon’s words last night didn’t immediately sink in, but they did. He had a point. I never wanted to fight with Zoe. Fighting with my mate was never on my agenda, nor was it how I thought finding her would go. Fighting for her, sure. I’d fight for her. I’d fight at her side, too, but not against her. My wolf sure didn’t like that Zoe was mad at us, or more so, mad at me. He’d been ignoring me since she shut us out. He didn’t speak to me even when he took control to applaud Pollux for shutting that she-wolf I threw in the lake. He just pushed past to show his approval of his twin’s actions. I was on board with what Pollux did, too. That bitch needed to be told off. I fucked her once. Okay, if you want to be literal, it was three times, but in succession, so I count it as once. Either way, she was only in my bed once and would never be back, even if I hadn’t met Zoe. I slept around, I’ll admit, but I didn’t generally do repeats. Repeats gave the wrong impression that it was more than s