Homecoming By Kate Morton Summary Novels & Stories

she smiled. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "When we return home?" I asked. "Ooh," Kaita gasped after realizing I might not know the inner secret. "We haven't told you or anyone else yet, but we are returning to Crystal Blood Pack and making our new home with you guys, if that's alright," Kaita announced. Jonathan rushed into the living room at that moment. As he kissed Katia, he said, "Fuck yeah, it's OK. You're my girl, and my home is yours."

Scarlett PLOPPED DOWN in the lawn chair Kasima had saved for her and breathed a sigh. The Friday homecoming parade was one of the things Scarlett liked about all the festivity. She'd organized her night to allow herself to be here for this. "Why did we booked a high maintenance bride this week?" She groaned. "Wine cooler?" Kasima offered her a pink beverage. "Sure." Scarlett glanced around, but she hadn't spotted the guys. They'd been scarce, no doubt doing their best to avoid getting roped into last-minute preparations for tomorrow. They all enjoyed homecoming.

Every step I took brought the exit gate closer to me as I carried my suitcase and descended the winding stone stairs that led up to the Morton mansion. As soon as I reached the gate, I walked out of it without blinking as my heart screamed for freedom. I looked one last time at that mansion, which had been my home for two decades, and felt nothing but remorse. If I could, I would throw a bomb and blow this whole place up. I wiped away my tears again, turned around, straightened my sweater, and began pulling my suitcase as I walked further and further away from the Mortons.

The rich food mingled with the exotic scents had been rich and tiring. They had thought they caught the scent of their mates but they weren't able to find them in the crowds. It was a faint smell, lingering around corners and against tables. That, mixed with the hundreds of other bodies mingling around, made it impossible to track the men in question. It was the game of the Hunt. The days leading up to the Hunt were spent trying to figure out who your mate was, or even if you had a mate there, while the hunt itself was spent evading him for the sake of the chase. Or, in the case of Kate, for the sake of winning. Despite the excitement of the festivities, she was still determined to go home a

Finale One year had passed since that pivotal afternoon in Kate’s apartment, when she had sat on the couch, wrestling with the weight of her future. Now, as she walked across the bustling college campus, her steps were lighter, her heart fuller. The past year had been a whirlwind of change, growth, and unexpected joys. She had given birth to a beautiful baby girl, Emma, who had become the center of her world. Balancing motherhood, school, and her relationship with Seth had been challenging, but Kate had found a rhythm that worked for her. She was proud of how far she had come.

But we can’t take credit for this. The girl that has been underestimated her entire life was the one to do this. I press my lips onto the top of her head, and I hold her so tight that she might pop. “Will you please come home?” She pulls back. Her eyes are still wet, but she says, “I don’t know where else to go.” Harrison walks up to us and says, “You did an incredible thing. Your pack welcomes you back. Come with us.” “But I…” “Kate. Come with us,” I say. I release her but I snatch her hand in mine. “We’re going home.”’

Kate responded, in an amused manner. Kate's part-time work at Ascott Mansion is finally finished. She was able to get her hard-earned salary, and Mrs. Ascott even gave her a bonus, so shell be able to support herself for the whole semester, which is good because she'll be able to concentrate on her studies, without thinking any problems with money. A lot of girls at school are all talking about the upcoming Homecoming Dance. They're talking about what dresses are they going to wear, who are they going to go with, and what are they going to do after the party...

POV: Grayson Hayes Homecoming was a ritual. Grayson had participated every year—nominated, decorated, photographed, the performance of high school mythology that meant nothing and cost everything. He'd attended with Chelsea, with dates chosen by his father for strategic alliance, with girls who understood the transaction and didn't expect more than visibility. This year, he wanted Avery Blake. The girl who was becoming without a blueprint, who'd called Dante brother and walked away, who'd spent three nights at her aunt's and returned changed—still uncertain, still calculating, but more hers than she'd ever been.

My sister, Nancy Wood, wanted to be the family's only child, so my mother had my name changed and handed my identification documents over to my grandmother. She even told me I had to pay for everything if I wanted to live under their roof. The change and coupons Nancy got from her shopping were the sole source of allowance I'd get. If she saved 30 dollars from her shopping trips, I would get 30 dollars next month. It was the last day for all students to enter their applications for college. I begged my sister to let me use her computer. She extended her hand. "You have to pay me 20 bucks." I fished all the money out of my pocket. I only had 19 dollars. So, I hastily blurted in a panic, "I

I got to the door and flung it open. "Mum!" I screamed in surprise."when did you get back? I've missed you so much!" "Two hours ago, love." She pecked me on both cheeks. "How come you're the only one home?" "Ray and I fell out." I said, "I left him behind, didn't think I could stomach him." "Oh dear, what happened?" She asked with a worried expression, "Wasn't today supposed to be homecoming?" "Exactly!" I concurred , "Homecoming happened! He kissed someone else."