Walker Scobell Blanket Novels & Stories

Their presence was there—I could feel it, feel the bond humming low and steady between all four of us—but they weren't hovering. "They're trying not to corner you," Tala said. "I'd be more impressed if it didn't take them thirteen years to figure out basic spatial awareness." I stopped near a shelf, and my gaze caught on a scarf folded neatly on top—dark, thick, simple. The kind that would actually keep out the cold rather than just looking like it might. I reached for it before I'd thought it through. The fabric was soft under my fingers. Warmer than it looked. I checked the price tag and set it back down.

“And when it stops?” “Then I shoot you.” She says it kindly. That almost breaks me. The red light over the door begins to blink. Hale grabs the towels and shoves them into Jo’s arms. “Laundry cart. Children under linens. Waste chute only opens for weight and heat. We need warm packs.” Orrin wipes his nose on his sleeve. “Nell likes the blue blanket.” “Then get the blue blanket,” Hale says. For half a second, she sounds like any tired woman in any nursery anywhere.

He set it down and pulled the blanket off, causing me to gasp. It was the most magnificent rocking chair I’d ever laid eyes on. I had always wanted one for if I ever had kids. Grayson of course knew that. I stood up. “Gray, oh my god…you shouldn’t have!” He put his hands on my face and kissed me. “Merry Christmas, babe.” “One more thing, Scarlett,” Lee said almost desperately. “I thought you could have this when you give birth.” I was handed another bag. Inside was a knitted red blanket. In the corner ‘Windsor’ was stitched into it. I loved it.

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

*Tristan* I’m horrified—but looking up at the faces of the two Alphas who have baby boys—Eli and Mark—I see a whole new level of nightmare in their eyes. The baby blanket left behind is blue, one that was embroidered by Mark’s pack members exclusively for Rose’s pups. Some very sweet older ladies had given us a gift of several pink and blue blankets for the newborns, so we’d always have plenty, and the look on Rose’s face when she handled the soft, warm fabric is something I’ll never forget.

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

"Our wolves will see what happens when the snow falls." After Ivanov passes his moonstone card to pay the keeper, our boots navigate back to the white Cobra. He carries my heavy bag of explicit scrolls with one hand, sliding his other thick palm straight into the back pocket of my tight trail jeans, holding my male hip flush against his thigh as we walk. My eyes cannot help but glance up at his jaw.

Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time. “You’re different though,” she added, sitting up. “Most cops get mean. You… you get hard instead. I like that.” Matt shifted in his seat. “It’s cold in there. You want a blanket?” Scarlett’s eyes lit up. “That would be nice. See? You’re sweet.” He walked down the hall to the supply closet and grabbed a gray wool blanket. When he came back, Scarlett was standing at the bars. He started to push the blanket through, but she reached out fast and caught his wrist.

By the time Luca arrived, the dissolution agreement was folded beneath my blanket. He came in with one of his men behind him. The man placed a cream-colored box on the table and left without a word. Luca said, “I had them send a few things over from the estate. You’ll be more comfortable here.” Inside were a wool recovery blanket, a silver-handled brush, and a small velvet case. For a moment, he almost looked like the man I remembered. Calm, careful, faintly guilty. Then I saw the order slip tucked beneath the blanket.

Like someone had tried to erase it. Or claw their way through it. My fingers hovered over the seam. The whisper sighed beneath the floor. Little heir. The plank popped loose. I flinched. Damien moved closer instantly, but did not touch me. Inside the narrow space beneath the floorboards was a bundle wrapped in faded white cloth. A baby blanket. My baby blanket. I knew it before I touched it. Pale cotton. Frayed edges. Tiny blue flowers stitched along one corner. Only now, silver thread had been wrapped around it.