All Chapters of Bounty for the Lycan Princess ~Nichols~: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Kyle~ We distract Kylie from the ball and take to the patio's sun chairs while she plays in the sprinklers instead. Bright sunlight catches the water droplets, creating a rainbow effect. Kylie is doing her best to catch them, her giggles filling the air. With a grin, I look over at my Luna. I reach for her and settle her onto my lap, as my heart skips a beat. It's a wonder how, after all our years together, she still gets to me. Her strawberry blonde hair lights up in the sun as the wind catches it. Light freckles across her nose dance as she crinkles it at me. "Have I told you how much I love you?" I kissed her freckled nose. "Yes, but I've never tired of it." Her hair had blown across her face, and I tucked a strand behind her ear. "I've been wanting to ask you about having another baby with me." That drew her attention, causing her face to tighten and her eyes to narrow on me. "What happened to waiting until you were Alpha?" "I've changed my mind. Being here with Harle

Harley~ How do I let myself get into these situations? Where Nick is concerned, I'm hopeless to deny him any request. And he's right, I need to get a handle on myself if I intend to make things different for Etta.The grass is wet, so I slip off my sandals and barefoot it beside him across the lawn. It may look inviting, but the afternoon sunshine has the soaked greensward as hot as the devil's playground.I'm thankful for the breeze that surrounds us, and I wonder, 'Did I do that?' My chest is pounding by the time we reach the crepe myrtle trees at the back of the lot, where Nick has readied a makeshift target range. He steadies me in front of him. "What do you think?" My hand went to my chest as my jaw dropped. Nick had arranged the various water bottles he and Sofie had dragged out of the house in a row, from smallest to largest. Each bottle had a name: the 5-gallon water-cooler tank he'd chosen to be Ian. All the way to a mini water bottle, I was sure belonged to Kylie, that

Nick~ Given that Harley tossed and turned most of the night. I'm surprised to wake and find her missing from my arms. A quick scan of the room finds her sitting in the bay window, knees pulled up to her chest, quietly staring out. She'd moved aside the heavy drapes, and in the warm morning light, she glowed. "Harley, honey, you ok?" She glances over her shoulder. "Yeah, just thinking." "It looks deep," I prop up on my elbow and push the blanket away. "What's on your mind, Amante?" "Having Melinda bind our powers so we don't become the next addition to 'freaks like us.'" "You can be my freak anytime," I waggled my eyebrows at her with a wink, but my antics aren't working. "Last night wasn't your fault." "But still it happened because I couldn't control it." "Would you please come here?" She does; her bare feet pad across the floor. My old t-shirt never looked so good, though it's down to her knees. Once she's snuggled under the blanket, close, I kiss her forehead. "You

Nick~ Out front, the cracked ceramic gnomes still stand guard in the garden, their painted faces chipped by years of autumn rains and summer heat. Inside the house, the air still smells faintly of lavender, and my parents just as it did the last time I was here. With Harley settled inside, I go back out to unload the car. A few minutes later, our bags hit the sofa with a thud, and I took the cooler into the kitchen. When I return to the living room, Harley has moved to the stone hearth above the dormant fireplace. She's holding a framed photo of me at age nine, caught mid-air over the clear water beneath the pier, and smiles down at the little boy in the image. "You were a cutie," she says, setting the photo back on the mantel's polished wood grain and picking up another photo of Sean and me. "My mother couldn't put the camera down," I say, a light chuckle dying in my throat. "I swear I jumped off that damn pier fifty times before she got that shot." "This is Sean?" She rubs h

Nick~ Somewhere around daybreak......' Nick! Wake up!' Zeek's voice clawed at the back of my skull, sharp and frantic. 'What the hell, Z? I groaned internally, my mind still thick with honeyed sleep. 'Blood. Harley's.' My heart didn't just pound; it thrashed against my ribs like a trapped bird as I surged upright. The sheets were a grisly, sodden mess, the copper tang of iron filling the air. With shaking hands, I patted down her limbs, searching for a jagged cut or a wound. Nothing. Her skin was pale and cool, her eyes locked in a deep, unresponsive heaviness. 'The bleeding is internal, Nick. Wake her up. Now.' 'Ok, I choked out, sliding my arms under her and pulling her limp weight into my lap. The source became clear as fresh blood spread over us from between her thighs. "Harley? Harley, baby, look at me." Panic was a cold pressure in my throat. This shouldn't be happening; pregnant women do not bleed, certainly not with this much volume. Her eyelids fluttered, th