Miss Doublefinger Novels & Stories

She laughed and took my hand. "Cheesier than that mac and cheese we just ate." I grinned. And that's true. I wasted my $25 on a mac and cheese that wasn't even worth it. There was barely any cheese on it and the macaroni was dry. I placed my hands on her waist and in return, she placed her hands on my shoulder. We danced to the beat of the music, not once our eyes tear away from each other. Our feet synced to the beating of my heartbeat.

Three rogues cornered me in the woods when I was eight weeks pregnant. My mate, Adrian Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackpine Pack, was watching fireworks with his brother’s widow. I called him with one hand clamped over the claw marks on my arm. “Adrian, please. They’re going to kill me.” “Nora, being pregnant doesn’t mean you can make things up. You’re staying at the penthouse in the heart of the werewolf clan.It’s guarded by pack warriors. How would rogues get in?” A growl came from behind the tree. On his end of the call, Selene laughed beneath the fireworks. “It’s the anniversary of my brother’s death. She needs something to take her mind off it. Just wait until tomorrow. I’ll come home then

He was surrounded by bodyguards. As he drank his tea, he examined Sam and Chase expressionlessly. That was Six Fingers. Chase could clearly see that he indeed had four fingers missing on his right hand that was holding the teacup. Six Fingers put the teacup down and said teasingly “Tsk tsk, I didn’t expect the Kingpin of South River City to become a little brat’s follower.” “Six Fingers, you'd better watch your mouth. He’s not a little brat!” Sam roared.