You're Mine Harper And Easton นิยาย & เรื่องราว

LAYKEN Harper looks at me with those sparkling gray eyes of hers, and my heart flutters in a weird way that I can’t describe. She’s given me everything I have ever wanted; I’ve found my soulmate, my muse, my everything. In a month and a half, I’ll be getting married and I’m going to be a father. Every soul in my body knows that she and this baby are going to be just fine; God wouldn’t provide me with these blessings just to take them away from me. Harper has made me a better man, and I’ll do everything in my power to ensure her health and happiness.

asks Esteban and I smiled nodding. "I am already in my home. Wherever I am with you, it is my home." "God, I love that you remember whose you are," Esteban says smiling. "Whose am I?" I pretend not to know. "You are mine, woman. Only mine" Esteban says taking my chin then kisses me. Yes, I am only his and he mine. As it should be. As it was always meant to be. The End

Stacy looked confused as well as she tried to understand what Kloe was saying. "You remember when I came to your house and I told you that I had found someone that wanted to meet with me at Noir Cuisine? And the same person called me yesterday at the party you threw for me saying he'd love to go out with me, which by the way it was a conference and I was as bored as a lady staring at the ceiling for hours," "Yes, I remember all this," Stacy uttered. "That man is Max. B. Charleston."

I shouted Easton’s name as I came for the, I don’t even know anymore how many, time. When I came, Easton wasn’t far behind me. Grunting as he pushed inside me one last time. We held each other for a second and then both walked to the bathroom. “I’ll take that shower with you now.” I said with a wink. “I can’t promise I will be able to keep my hands off you.” Easton mindlinked me. “You can mindlink me?!” I shouted excitedly. “I love you.” I mindlinked Easton. “So much. Sorry for not saying it sooner. I was scared, but I am not anymore.”

Dark eyes that pin you in place, a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and this quiet confidence that makes everyone else follow. Jett is chaos in human form. Tattoos climbing up his forearms and disappearing under his shirt, a grin like the world owes him a good time, loud and reckless and so stupidly hot it makes my teeth ache. He says the filthiest things with the easiest smile. And Easton. Sharp-jawed, quiet, watchful. Easton's been looking at me like something he wants to devour since I turned eighteen. Those dark eyes follow me everywhere. I've imagined them so many times. In my bed at night with my hand between my legs. In the shower with the water pounding my back. Bent over my desk with

“Colton, please, claim me.” He chuckled and moved against my ear. “I, Colton Stokes, the future beta of the Midnight Moon pack, reject you, Harper Kirby, as my mate.” I screamed as simultaneously the pleasure of the orgasm and the pain of the rejection ripped through me.

"We shouldn't do anything until we have found a babysitter." Saint smiled. "Valid point, but tonight? You're mine." Harper's chest fluttered. Everything was as it should be. She was the alpha, she had a beautiful daughter, and finally, she had accepted Saint and taken him as her husband. But most of all, Saint was also her best friend. Their souls were intertwined and Harper felt blessed they would spend all their future days together. In this life and the next, they were connected. The end.

“Easton,” “Why didn't you tell me Alfred is my son?”

He opened it and two good-looking guys came in. I recognized one of them. I think Maven is his name. He was the one who came with Easton to my house for me to sign the contract. The second one… I haven't seen him before. “Easton!!!” The second guy called, and I guessed they must be close for him to have yelled Easton's name like that. “Shh, his wife is here.” Maven told the second guy, and his eyes went in my direction immediately.

Already, I start to stretch my legs open once more. He rolls into the space I’ve made just for him. I already wear his mating bite mark. We couldn’t wait for the ceremony to fully belong to each other. He gently grazes his teeth over the mark on my neck as he lays claim to my body once more. “And you, Harper, are mine.” The End