Jack Romance: Mass Effect 3 Novels & Stories

Chapter 45: You Look Delicious Logan After Amelia drank the concoction, Grace left the house just like we agreed. I don't want to feel anxious about a stranger being here while she is in a vulnerable situation. I don't think her mind would be even close to at ease with her here. Her fingers subtly rub her arm where a deep pink scar should be. Shivers run down my spine thinking that she ran out of the house and right into a wolf I should have went after that dick’s whole pack but I needed to take care of her, she was and still is more important

Her mates were sexy as hell as they fucked her to climax all three came together with her screaming and them yelling her name. After Jared withdrew and Jake eased her off. Matt was ready to have her. He played with her and slowly entered her tight pussy with a sigh. He loved how responsive she was by their touches and how they took her. After they both climaxed all three fell asleep holding their mate. Jake was up early to handle pack business and their company business. He was always the one to make sure everything was running smoothly.

he murmured against my neck, his voice tinged with a sad sort of hope. I laughed, a bright, clear sound in the quiet alley. "What are you talking about? There's no husband. It's always been you, Henry. Only you." Henry froze, and after what felt like an eternity, his face lit up with wild joy.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

Mom’s anxious face filled my vision, her voice sharpening from distant static into something painfully real. "Zara, what did you need to tell me? If you have something to say, hurry up. Your dad’s waiting for me to get home and cook. You said earlier that you won something. What did you win?" Hearing her questions, I quickly scanned my surroundings. My apartment. Understanding hit instantly. I had been reborn. In my previous life, at this exact moment, I had just won a $30-million jackpot. All I could think about was taking my mom, Helena Nightfall, away from that miserable household, moving somewhere far away, and starting a new life with her.

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."

He traced it with his finger, absently. The professor — Marek, according to the syllabus — stood at the window, smoking a pen like a cigarette. His eyes flicked across the room with the kind of gaze that catalogued weaknesses for fun. "Who here has ever loved someone they couldn't speak to?" he asked suddenly. No one answered. He smiled. "Then you understand Kafka." Noah glanced toward the door just as it opened. Two figures stepped in without apology. The class barely paused. Just a ripple of turned heads — and then the conversation resumed.

But the next morning, when sunlight seeped into the room and I blinked awake first—I saw him clearly. His broad, sculpted back. His sharp jawline softened by sleep. His angelic and peaceful face resting on the pillow. Those moles on his skin which looked like a constellation. And those unmistakable gray eyes I saw last night, now closed beneath those thick clusters of lashes. All of it etched permanently into my memory. All of it confirming the impossible. “I’m sure,” I whispered, meeting Amara’s eyes. “I’m completely sure that the man I slept with was our CEO, Leviticus Foster.”

I frowned, and shrugged at him, "I.. just assumed, I guess, it looks the same." Finn smiled at me then, amused, "Most of the pack use these," he said, "they work best up here." Thane nodded, holding out his hand for it, and Finn gave it to him, "Well, whoever's it is, it might have something useful," Thane said, tucking it into his pocket, just as three large quad bikes pulled up. As the riders dismounted, removing their helmets, my stomach turned, "Oh, no.. Jess.." I breathed, feeling a huge wave of guilt as she ran straight over to Quentin, who was a bloody, barely moving mess.