Book Three Woman Novels & Stories

He had been sleeping up until now. Tightening my cardigan around my shoulders a bit more, I smiled again. "Good morning my love. Why are you up so early?" I asked just as the woman with her dog passed me. The street went back to being desolate after that. Not another soul in sight. The shops would only open for another good three hours. If I was any other woman, I would feel afraid for my safety. But I wasn't any other woman. I was Teagan van der Merwe and I had years worth of rage simmering in my blood. It might even do me some good if someone attacked me now. Let out all my frustration without going to prison.

Hank tries a symbol, but nothing happens. “Be careful,” Damon warns. “There could be a limit to how many mistakes we can make.” “Or some kind of punishment,” Elena says. That possibility is enough to push me close to the edge of panic. Taking a deep breath, I step back, trying to get a wider view of the surface. And then I see it. Like a sudden flash of knowledge, it hits me. "It's threes," I say, pointing. "Three symbols light up at a time."

She leans back against my chest and looks up at me, smiling. ‘You can let me go now.’ She blushes. ‘Nina, I’ll never let you go.’ Book Three has been uploaded separately. It is called 'The Alpha's Mate and the Vampire King'

Cristina says. "The third book is the best of the three," Cristina says. "Not because the others were insufficient. Because this one has the most of you in it. The practice, lived. The record, examined. The knowing, after enough distance." "Thank you for reading it first. Always." "The room mattered," Cristina says. "Even if the room was a telephone for the last seven years." She laughs. Cristina laughs. The connection between them, undiminished. The third book, complete.

The Alpha's Redemption; Winning Back My Luna is book 3 in the series, and will follow Jasper, Astra, Jonas, Flora and Jenna with new people arriving and old ones making a comback. I cannot wait to make this journey with you!

She looks between the book in her hand and the three men behind me, a questioning glimmer in her gaze. “Hi! I just wanted to say I absolutely loved your book. It felt so real… so alive,” she gushes, casting a quick, curious glance at Demitri, Blake, and Lucas. Her eyes return to me, filled with a mix of awe and suspicion. “Are… are they your partners? I saw on social media that you’re dating three men.”

I sob so hard I can’t even stand as Riccardo rushes back to me with the second baby, crouching, gripping my face gently but urgently. “Elena,” he says. “Look at me. They’re alive. We have them.” My world rushes back in a violent flood. I reach for them, sobbing, touching tiny faces, counting breaths like a madwoman. I clutch all three of them, rocking, breaking, breathing them in like oxygen. One. Two. Three. All here. All alive. Gianna collapses beside me, crying uncontrollably. Valentina is pale, shaking, her hands smeared with blood from her forehead. It's a good thing it isn't a big injury.

Step by step, I followed the scent…until the trees opened up into a small clearing. And then I stopped cold. My breath hitched. Three men standing in front of me. Not one,Not two. But three. All staring at me. Three pairs of eyes locked onto mine like magnets. Eyes that shimmered with recognition. Hunger. Shock. And Possession. My knees nearly buckled. Because I could feel it—deep in my bones, in my soul, in my wolf. They were all my mates. Not one but all three of them

Amber smacked his shoulder, “Leo what the fuck! You’re holding out on me! Why am I just hearing this story now?” He laughed, “I included them in the count, I guess I just never got around to telling you the details.” “This type of thing happens at the club all the time. Guys pay big bucks to have threesomes with twins. Once a session with a set of triplets went for seven figures I was told. But they were only on like loan to the club. They were like from Iceland and traveled the country making it fuckin’ rain.” “But that’s not real life. The club is merely an illusion,” said Grayson.

Like, how can you befriend a woman who had intercourse with your husband on the very same bed where you made love to him? “What were you two doing?” Sophia asks. Curling her legs beneath her on the grass. “Nothing,” Mary quickly replies. Too quick even. Sophia rises one or her eyebrows, signaling she is not buying it. “It’s just silly sister-wives stuff, really… I’m sure you know.” Lucy says. “Sister-wives’ stuff?” Janne scoffs, “is that even a thing?” Apparently Janne had the same thing in mind. “Uh-huh,” Mary nods. “It is a thing.”