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Elara POVI watch Mason walk out the door to meet Rhiannon, and I exhale deeply. I have been telling myself over and over that it will be fine, but my gut is gnawing at me. However, I cannot tell if it is because of Mason’s date or what happened last night.It is still unimaginable that I would have overreacted like that. It was just a kiss. Why did I just not tell him no? Why did I use my powers to shove him into a tree? Do I really turn into a vicious monster when I am drunk, or is Mason withholding the truth? Either way, I am never drinking that much ever again.“Elara, it’s time,” Kane says softly, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.“Right,” I nod.“Ma, we’re going now,” Kane shouts down the hallway.“Hush, Kane,” Gabriela hisses, walking towards us. “The kids are asleep.”“Sorry,” he whispers. “We’re leaving.”“Okay, don’t worry about the kids,” she replies. “And say hello to Braden.”Kane takes my hand, and we walk outside where Axel is already waiting. We strip naked, place

Mason POVThe second Rhiannon is out of the door, I jump up, grab the bag I brought and zip it open. I take out the plastic bag with a few of Kane’s hairs I have collected from his hairbrush this morning. Next, I take out Kane’s dirty underwear and a condom before I strip naked.I pack my clothes into the bag and walk to the room with Kane’s hair and underwear. I pull back the covers and hide the condom and underwear under a pillow. I take the hair out of the plastic bag and scatter it over the bed.Satisfied, I lay down and close my eyes. It is time to mentally prepare myself for Rhiannon’s return. I reach down and take my dick into a firm hold. Slowly, I stroke myself thinking of Elara. Her beautiful, lavish auburn curls. Her perfect porcelain skin and the rounding of her breasts and hips.My breathing increases, and I lose myself in my thoughts of Elara. On the verge of my orgasm, I stop. If I finish, it will be so much harder to get it up again for Rhiannon. She is kind of hot, bu

Kane POVWe are all cramped into two trucks and are driving to our new hiding place. I look into the rearview mirror, ensuring that Gabriela, Mason, and Axel are still behind us with the twins.“What’s up with Mason?” Braden asks from the passenger seat. “The dude seems jittery.”“He’s always been strange,” I smirk, concentrating on the road. “He has more mood swings than a rollercoaster.”“Hey, play nice,” Elara says, playfully slapping my arm from the back seat. “In his defence. I did beg him to get help and then insisted that we must leave immediately without giving him all the details.”“Why are you covering for him?” I frown.“Because he’s trying,” she replies, but I detect a hint of hesitation. “We grew up with siblings. He had to fight for himself since birth. This can’t be easy for him.”“I don’t think that’s it,” Braden adds. “There’s a wild look in his eyes that I don’t like.”“Do you know him well enough to say such a thing?” I ask.“Mason, no,” Braden replies. “But I have

Mason POVI sit on a log outside our so-called new home and stare at the smoke escaping from the chimney. Elara’s laughter reaches my ears, and I grind my teeth. I am at wits' end with her. Nothing I say gets through to her.I have been sitting here the entire day, trying to figure things out. I know she loves my brothers; I am not an idiot. I just refuse to believe that she stopped loving me. I know I am right. Why else would she have sexual relations with me when she was in heat? Or keep me as a part of their circle.And as much as I want to take my kids and leave, I refuse to leave without her. I only need a moment alone with her and remind her she loves me too.“Hey, Mason!” Axel shouts through a window. “Dinner’s ready.”Even though I am not hungry, I get up. Until I can figure out how to get what I want, I must play nice. But I am not ready for the scene that awaits me when I open the door. The only light is the fireplace, candles, and lanterns, and it casts a romantic glow. Eve

Kane POVI walk towards the kitchen with fresh and renewed anger. I am not quite sure what I am angry about. Mason has not done anything but be pleasant. But the thought that my adorable and perfect mate fantasises about him while I am right there is infuriating and cumbersome.“Hey, killer,” Braden steps in front of me, blocking my way to the kitchen, where I can still hear Mason doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. “Why don’t we step outside and have a conversation?”“Not now,” I growl, trying to sidestep him, but he continues to block me. “I want to talk to Mason.”“No, you don’t,” Braden’s voice is low and dark. “You want to beat the shit out of him for unknown reasons.”“That will depend on his answers,” I grunt.“Sounds perfect,” Braden rests a hand on my shoulder, and I glare at it until he removes his hand.“Look, I’m not blind, and I share your suspicions,” he says calmly and softly. “But let’s talk about it before we choose violence, okay?”I want to protest and confro