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“Grian-“ His arm wrapped around her and pulled her in for a hug. She fell on his chest and her eyes widened. “I’m awake, baby,” he whispered in a raspy voice before opening his eyes. “Grian, I’m still wearing my apron,” she said but he didn’t let go. “Do you want to cuddle?” he asked and her eyes widened before pushing him away. He chuckled and she stumbled back. “You’re so cute when flustered,” he said before smirking and getting up from his seat, and walking towards her. He hugged her before kissing her on the lips while hugging her. “Grian!” she complained and he laughed loudly before letting go of her. He noticed how red she had gotten.

She leaned closer to his face, to anyone else it would appear she was about to kiss him. "Get. Your. Hand. Off. Of. Me." She growled, feeling her hackles shift under her skin. He held on for a moment longer before he had to concede. She gave him a sweet smile in case anyone had been watching and went back to work. He set back, looking around to make sure no one had noticed. His eyes met a familiar face through the glass. It was one of the hunters. Garin, her grandmother had told him. He was glaring daggers at him. Lyall looked towards Willow who was too busy to notice and looked back at Garin, flashing him a large smile. He knew what their exchange had looked like. It had looked like two lov

I soon received a message back. WTF? How do you know I am in my pjs? Are you some creepy ass stalker? What is wrong with you? I have made her paranoid enough. Turn around xx I move into full view just as Gracie turns around, and she looks straight at me. The shock on her face is priceless. I can’t help but look smug and wave. She turns her attention back to her cell, and I wait for what she is going to say next. What the heck?????

Quinn tilted his head and asked with a grin, "Is she really laying out core pack healing technology to those people? Your Luna is that formidable?" Ethan remained silent, his gaze fixed on Grace. His wolf Logan stirred with unexpected interest within him, a sensation he hadn't felt in some time. There was something compelling about watching her in her element, confident and knowledgeable. At that moment, Grace looked up and met his eyes across the distance. Her heart skipped as she caught sight of what appeared to be a flicker of a smile on his lips. Was he really smiling at her? She blinked and looked away quickly, convinced she might be imagining it.

She got pregnant her last heat, and I hope Wren got pregnant this heat. While Graven seemed open to letting his other omega’s go, I began to question if he meant it after he had no problem watching Wren touch herself in front of him. I’m still bothered by how he didn’t seem disturbed while he was watching my mate touch herself. If I was to see Anisa touching herself in front of me like Wren was in front of Graven, I would have walked away. I wouldn’t be comfortable seeing my best friend’s mate like that. However, I think Graven still sees Wren as an omega. The concept of her being my fated mate and an omega, one in the same, doesn't seem to be clicking in his brain.

“We’ve done this before. Together. Remember?” Adrian crouched near his wife, whispering, “It’s okay… the baby’s fine. Just watch the kids, they’re going to need guidance.” Aria, Arianna, and Arian worked in tandem, their skills combining beautifully. Aria’s intuition, Arianna’s analysis, and Arian’s precision stabilized some of the chaotic sparks. Yet one stubborn cluster hovered near the edge of the forest, glowing brighter than the rest. I felt a shiver run down my spine. That shimmer… it was the watcher. Just at the edge, observing. Not intervening… yet.

Gracie glared at Mason when she looked up and saw him staring at her again. He was really annoying and even though she tried not to let it get to her, it still felt as if he was judging her for not caring enough for Dawn. Gracie wondered where she had gone to. Did she go back to visit her mother, or had she been abducted by one of her many obsessive admirers? "What am I thinking, that shit doesn't happen in this town," she told herself then sighed. "But times are changing and we can't rule that out can we?".

The one who sees what others don’t, and what I saw was a pack that had become too comfortable, and distracted with Alpha Lucien and Luna Maya, gone. Beta playing leader and whispering sweet promises to his lover. I shifted my weight, scanning the tree line. “I can hear your teeth grinding from here.” The annoyingly familiar voice came from below, calm, and rough. I leaned over the edge of the watchtower. Scarred and thin Grayson stood near the outer wall, arms crossed, looking up at me. “Shouldn’t you be minding your own exile?” I shot back. He gave a faint smirk. “Shouldn’t you be minding your punishment?”

Grace dreamed of me? *****

"The watcher has witnessed many equinoxes. But this year—this year it is witnessing with us. With all of us." Clara leaned her head on Morwen's shoulder. "The watcher is witnessing through us. We are its eyes now. Its hands. Its heart." The gold flowers pulsed, and the watcher's attention was soft and warm. Yes, the watcher said. You are my witnesses. My keepers. My garden. --- The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 117