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Kallen’s POV I’ve done some pretty hard things in my life, survived some pretty hard things too, but this… This is by far the hardest thing I’ve had to push past in my entire life. I wanted to mark my mate, mate with my mate, and be a selfish bastard and never let her go. My body pulsated with need as I laid her down on her bed, her indulgent scent of warm umber and cashmere overtook me and as I cupped her breast, I greedily kissed her with such unleashed hunger that every time she moaned, I bucked my hips; pressing my hardness into her. I had waited years for a mate, almost accepting none would come but she did. She finally came and I planned to make her come again in a different way tonight. “Kallen,” Fuck. My dick bounced when she spoke my name, I could get drunk on her voice alone. With one hand massaging her breast and my other hand sneaking down past her panty line, I circled her bud. “Tell me, doll, what do you want,” I growled out, not wanting to hold back. My fingers

Kallen’s room was out of something that reminded me of Victorian, moody, and vintage all rolled into one; the walls were a dark, deep burgundy with gold candle wall sconces; the walls flowing together as it was a circle shaped room. A few paintings that I imagine were done by Kallen hung on his walls, heavy curtains of reds and golds covering the daylight that wished to stream in. A bed with a canopy was on a raised platform in the middle of the room, a glass cluster chandelier hung above the bed and highlighted the room's beauty.“I’ll put your bag over here,” Kallen spoke before placing my bag by his closet and showed me the equally beautiful attached bathroom, walk in closet, and the rest of the day we spent watching Christmas movies. It was quiet but nice.Kallen asked me a few questions here and there, and I returned the conversation with ease. So far I learned that Kallen loved literature, nature, had a lowkey obsession with wolves, and hated Will Ferrell because of his hair. I

Everett never made his appearance for the rest of the night and Kallen was about to lead me to his room when he got a phone call; Kallen originally ignored it and our bodies stayed close as he led me down the hall but when his cell rang once again, he couldn’t help but answer it. As he said his hello, Kallen’s face shifted into something dark. Gone was the carefree and hopeless romantic look, replaced with one of anger and fear. Kallen hung up the phone, and before I could even speak, he rushed me to get on my jacket just as Everett came running out of his room.“They entered on the east entrance,” Were his first words as he found us; his black hair wild with thoughts, eyes heavy, and he wore his jeans and a t-shirt. “No doubt it was planned,”“Oh absolutely," Kallen agreed as he grabbed his truck keys, my arms finding their way through my coat - luckily, I had on leggings and a hoodie. “I trained the newbies last week after you left, so we should be covered,” “Is everything okay?”

Everett’s POV Calling a pack meeting on early Christmas morning wasn’t in anyone's agenda and as I watched a bunch of our pack children surround their parents, teary eyed with the misconception that they couldn’t open Santa’s gifts; their parents stoic with worry and concern. “We’re calling this meeting to address the events of last night,” My voice boomed without the help of a microphone, which my brother held. He was the joint Alpha but he was more of the personal type, not a fighter like me - maybe that’s why we worked well together. “The rogues were from a misplaced pack,” Kallen said, his eyes raked over the crowd sorrowfully. “We aren’t too sure what they wanted,” “But we have our best investigating,” I finished for him, my brother's heart hurt with our pack understandably and I knew he was trying his best to keep it together - my only bet as to why he kept it together for so long was due to the sleeping beauty at our house right now. After our conversation of mates, Kal

Everett made quick work to drop down on his knees in front of me, his gently attacking the inside of my thighs, stopping every few kisses to suck the sensitive skin, and his hands held my knees apart; Kallen focused on my chest, tongue lapping over my hardened rosy nipples, fingers tracing up and down my side as my own fingers found their way through Kallen’s hair. The room was hot with lust, scents of cedar, rain, teakwood, and vanilla crowding the bed as our bodies had all danced together - sweat beaded at my forehead, eyes rolling back with pleasure, and the heat in which pooled in my core started to consume my thoughts to the point where this steamy scene was almost uncomfortable. I wanted them. Now. And to think, just a week ago I had sat in English class wishing to experience some fantasy love story and now that I had it, I wasn’t sure how to comprehend. “Fuck Doll,” Kallen hissed as he lifted his head, Everett complying his actions and before Kallen could finish, Everett