All Chapters of Falk Clan Tales: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Minnie woke up to the smell of coffee and cinnamon rolls, her favorite. She felt perfectly sore and sated. Smiling at the memory of the bedroom gymnastics, she stood and ambled over to the tiny bathroom.Her Wolf hearing was good, but she could barely make out the murmurs of Nicholas talking on his phone as she hurried through a shower and rummaged through his closet for something to wear.She chose a pair of compression leggings—the kind joggers wore in the cold—and a long-sleeved t-shirt, foregoing underthings which were not handy at the moment.“Morning,” she murmured, walking into the tiny kitchen, and trying not to gawk at the picture he made in a pair of loose sweatpants.He spun around, abs on point, and grinned at her, nodding over to where a plate of warm cinnamon buns sat with an extra-large coffee that smelled heavenly. Minnie growled in approval as she sipped. One cream, no sugar—how did he know?Choosing to ignore his amazing sense of intuition, she bit into one

“Minnie!” Sunny yelled from inside the enormous sitting room at Castle Falk.She gasped at the change in her best friend. Sunny had always had a disposition to match her name, but the brown eyed, braless, sometimes self-deprecating hippy she-Wolf she’d grown up with had been transformed into a gorgeous and positively glowing woman who exuded confidence and happiness.“Sunny? OMG! You look radiant!” Minnie gasped, leaning in for a hug.“Thanks,” her bestie replied easily, eyes going wide when she saw the man standing behind her.“Oh Sunny, this is Nick,” she said, making introductions.“No shit, it’s Nick! I know Nick, Minnie,” she replied, snorting her disbelief. “But how do you know Nick?”“Hello, Sunny. I brought Minerva for the Outreach program party. Where is my brother?” Nicholas asked, and Minnie’s eyes went wide.“Wait a second? You know Sunny. And you are mated to his brother, and you told me you were mated to a Dr-Dragon? You’re a fucking Dragon!” she screeched,

Minnie was waiting for the clay to finish baking in the kiln before she began painting the last of the three figurines that Roger had broken.Of the three, this was the only one she had done in clay. The other two were a mix of wires and fabric string. That was the thing about sculpting, anything was her medium. Because of the holidays, she’d turned her attention to celestial beings like angels and constellations, bringing them to life with anything that took her fancy.All day, though, she’d been dying to ask Nicholas for permission to use his form in her work. A hunk of stone Sunny had sent over to her sat in the corner of the room with a note identifying it as some kind of quartz. The silver, red, orange, and gold swirled through the beautiful specimen, reminding her of Nicholas’ eyes.Ever since she’d seen it, Minnie had associated the stone with Nick. The seed was already planted, she just needed to confirm her imaginings with actual visual representation of Nick’s Dragon. A

“Can I keep you?”Minnie flexed her hips, trying to entice the sexy Dragon closer, but she stilled instantly when he asked that one simple question. Her heart damn near ran away with itself. It was all Minnie could do not to throw her head back, and howl at the moon—er, sun, more likely since it was after five in the morning—like some crazy banshee.She cupped his face in her hands, her earlier tears dried now that he was here, and in her arms, professing love, and offering her the world. Her Wolf peered through her eyes, and she watched his Dragon rise to meet her. Minnie pulled him down, kissing him soundly as she nodded her head.“Yes, you can keep me, Nicky. Especially if I get to keep you right back,” she returned.Electrical currents shot through every nerve ending she possessed, and Minnie felt her pulse taking off like a rollercoaster. Nick’s heavy body crushed her into the mattress, but she loved it. Loved how he felt so close, but not yet a part of her.Unable to co

“Whoever said dreaming was free had never wanted to own a Minerva Lykos original!” Winifred Falk joked as she and the other Dragon mates climbed out of the stretched limo they had taken together for Minnie’s new show.“You still outbid me, heifer,” Noelle, Sander’s mate, whispered, mock-glaring at the image of the tiny Dragon figurine the Alpha’s mate had bought.“Too bad, so sad,” Fred said with a laugh. “So, when will they be delivered?” she asked.“The gallery should have everything wrapped and shipped before the New Year,” Minnie explained.She was delighted that the entire Falk Clan, except for Castor and Jozette who stayed home to watch all the children, had come to her showing. The past two weeks had sped by in a blur of excitement, and Minnie could not be happier.“I still can’t believe you dedicated almost every piece to Dragons and Wolves. OMG! Look here, Artist Times says your showing was a raving success and Minerva Lykos’ art is both profound and charming. The pe