Chapter Seventeen

Dylan

The second Dean opens the door the smells from downstairs flood my nose. Not only can I smell the bacon sizzling on the griddle but I can smell other non-food scents. Some are woodsy, flowery, even dirty but all of them are mixed with sweat so I figure they’re people. How fucking gross is that? Dean looks at me with a knowing smile and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze gesturing to go on downstairs.

As soon as I walk into the kitchen I feel everyone’s eyes shift to me and it makes me sweat. Oh God they can probably smell it.

Dre rushes over and hugs me before giving me a once over, a wink, and returning to her food.

“We’ll talk later,” I think and she nods, getting the message.

“Everyone, this is my mate, Dylan. Dylan this is everyone, now where’s the food?” Dean asks rushing over to the stove before the woman from last night with eyes like his smacks him in the head.

“What kind of an introduction is that you hungry dog? I truly don’t know where I went wrong with you,” she gripes, then turns to me with a smile, “I’m Karter’s mother, Lydia. Go ahead and have a seat Karter will fix your plate and I’ll introduce you properly.”

I hear Dean groan but one look from his mom and he shuts his pie hole. Note to self, don’t mess with Mrs. Jarreau. I like her already though, maybe it’s because I’m missing my own mother but she has kind eyes and I love her accent.

“This here is Grey, he’s like a brother to Karter and this is his lovely wife Denise,” she says pointing at the golden man and woman from last night.

“You’re pregnant,” I blurt and immediately fly a hand over my mouth.

Denise smiles and nods, wrapping her arms around her waist lovingly, “How did you know? Oh that’s a stupid question I’m sure Karter told you.”

I shake my head, “No. Last night…I—God this is so weird, I could hear it…the baby’s heartbeat I mean.”

Her eyes well up and I open my mouth to apologize. She must see my expression change because she holds her hand up.

“No, it’s not you. Just…thank you. I was afraid there was something wrong…I haven’t been feeling well and I’ve been having some irregular symptoms lately, I was afraid I had lost the baby. I-I was too scared to go into the infirmary to know for sure,” her husband, Grey, wraps an arm around her, “Thank you so much.”

I smile lightly and nod, not really knowing what to say so I don’t say anything at all. Mrs. Jarreau takes that as her cue to keep introducing people.

“This handsome young man here is Connor, he’s the Beta of the pack, his brother was the Alpha but there was a war and—you know what I’ll let Karter explain it all to you, that isn’t really breakfast conversation.”

I nod to the beautiful boy across from me. He’s the most fearless person I’ve ever met. When I look at him he makes me feel just as void of the emotion as him, ready to take on the world. “Nice to meet you.”

He nods back and Mrs. Jarreau continues down the line. “This beautiful young lady here is Zoey Randall, she grew up with both Grey and Karter down in New Orleans, she’s like family around here.”

The girl looks at me and for the quickest second I see hatred in her eyes and then a mask of sweetness so thick it’s giving me a stomach ache.

“Thanks Lydia,” she turns to me and gets out of her seat to hug me, “Welcome to the pack.”

There’s something about the look she gives me that makes me just stare at her and not respond. Something is off about this bitch. I don’t know what yet but you can bet your bottom dollar I’m going to find out.

“How sweet,” Mrs. Jarreau says then turns to the man with the hard hazel eyes at the head of the table, “This is Karter’s father. Don’t let the tough exterior fool you he’s a big teddy bear on the inside.”

Everyone giggles at her statement except the man himself. His glare is hard and cold and I can’t tell if he doesn’t like me or if he’s just trying to get a feel for my personality.

I decide to put my best foot forward and walk over to him with my hand extended, “It’s nice to meet you sir, thank you for having me.”

For a while he just looks at my hand until his wife nudges him into taking it.

“We didn’t really have a choice,” he responds and she nudges him again, earning a stern look from him which she returns.

I clear my throat and Dean comes over and guides me to my seat sitting a plate full of food in front of me. Clearly he wants me to just leave the situation alone but something in me can’t stand the idea of his dad disliking me especially for no reason.

I laugh the comment off, “That’s true. Sorry about that whole ordeal, I never meant to put you guys in an uncomfortable position.”

Mrs. Jarreau waves me off but her husband continues to level me with a hard glare that only gets fixed once Mrs. Jarreau whispers something in his ear.

He sighs and replies, “It’s not a big deal.”

I assume that’s the end of our interaction because he starts eating directly after that.

I turn to look at Dean but he just shakes his head and mouths “Later” then gestures to my plate as he returns to his. I follow suit and soon we’re all eating in awkward silence, my confidence from earlier shattered.

*

“Jesus.”

I can’t seem to think of anything else to say in response to the story Dean just told me. We’ve been on a walk around the property and while sightseeing he’s told me everything there is to know about pack life and how this pack came to be, including the story about losing his best friend in battle. Although he tried to remain strong while telling me I saw him wipe a tear through my peripheral vision but I didn’t say anything. Apparently it’s important to him to save face around me so I won’t bust his balls about it. The story however, was quite sad. I caught myself thinking about how I would react if anything like that would ever happen with Andrea and I and immediately shut it down, I won’t speak it into existence. Officially I know everything that’s happened up until now and my mind is totally blown.

“So now that you know the back story, how are you feeling…Luna?” he asks testing the name out.

Something about it doesn’t sound right coming off of his tongue so I have no idea how I’ll feel about hearing it from everyone else. Finding out that you’re destined to lead well over one hundred people is a pretty overwhelming thing and I have no idea how I’m feeling so I say so.

“Just calm down Rose, it’s not as intense as you’re thinking it is. Really. I do this every day, it’s as easy as waking up. Most of the time there isn’t anything going on that doesn’t go on in a regular human’s life. The most ruckus is maybe a tiff over mail getting delivered to the wrong house, that’s it.”

I take in what he’s saying and nod to let him know I hear him. For the most part, since Dean took over everyone lives in houses in this neighborhood. There are still some families who prefer living the old way, in houses in the field behind the pack house, but that’s mainly the pack elders and their offspring.

“Are we going to talk about your father now?” I ask as we stop and take a seat under a huge ash tree.

He sighs and leans his head against the trunk of the tree before speaking, “He’s upset.”

“No shit Sherlock, I can see that much. What I want to know is why? I didn’t do anything wrong last night that I don’t remember did I?”

Shaking his head he sits up and takes my hand in his and plays with my fingers for a while letting us take in the silence around us. It’s like everyone and everything is waiting, listening on the edge of their seats for his response, as am I.

“You remember how you told me about your dreams and stuff?” I nod and he continues, “Well we have a term for that in the werewolf community, it’s called foresight. You can see the future in your dreams but not when you’re awake. It’s not uncommon for wolves to have a special ability if the Moon Goddess deems you worthy but it is uncommon for you to develop that gift before you unlock your wolf.”

I frown, “Okay so what you’re dad hates me because I’m different? A werewolf is discriminating against me for being different! Ha! That’s rich! Up until a few weeks ago I had no damn clue I was anything but human.”

He holds his hand up to stop my tangent, “Calm down Rose he doesn’t hate you…he’s just…cautious.”

“Of what? So I developed faster than other wolves, I’m still a good person.”

“It’s not just that Rose. You-you’re wolf is white.” Noticing my confusion he mulls his eyes like he’s remembering that I’m not accustomed to all things wolf-y. “Every wolf’s coat is the same color as their human hair color Rose. There’s a superstition surrounding wolves that have different color coats, that danger follows them wherever they go, that they’re bad luck. Add that with the fact that you showed signs of your gift as a human and that you haven’t linked with the pack…he just doesn’t trust you yet.”

I sigh and shake my head, “I’m literally five minutes into this being a wolf thing and already I’m fucking it up. Does he not understand I’m new to all of this?”

Dean can tell I’m getting frustrated and pulls me to him, leaning back against the tree. I snuggle into his chest, avoiding the chilled breeze, and listen to this heartbeat trying to slow my own to match it.

“He’s just from a different time Angel,” he coos, smoothing my hair as he speaks, “We’ll work on everything day by day. I’ll talk to him, tell him to take it easy on you. There’s no way you would feel comfortable enough with all of this to link anyway.”

I squeeze him tighter and sigh, my brain hurts from all of this new information, “What is that?”

“Basically when someone transitions for the first time, they normally link in with the wolves around them. They can get a feel for each other’s emotions. Once they join the pack that’s when the link strengthens and we can communicate through it, a mind link, is what we call it.”

“Wolf telepathy…great,” my voice drenched in sarcasm.

His laugh vibrates through my body, shaking a laugh from me too.

“It’s a lot cooler than you think. Plus you can turn it off and on there isn’t anyone in your head all of the time.”

I breathe a sigh of relief and close my eyes. This is the craziest thing that’s ever happened to me. A part of me feels like it’s all a dream, like when I open my eyes I’ll be in snug bed not lying against Dean’s chest, but the aches all over my body and his steady heartbeat alert me that that’s not going to happen.

“Did you fuck that Zoe girl?” I ask suddenly, surprising him and making his body tense. It’s a question I need the answer to if she’s going to be around.

“We dated back in the day on and off,” he answers, partially avoiding my question.

“So that’s a yes,” I reply and roll over onto my back so that my back is to his front.

I feel him tighten even more, “Why do you want to know? Did she say something?”

My eyebrow raises and I sit up completely, turning around to face him, “Should she have?”

He shakes his head and smiles but I know he’s lying. I don’t know about being linked into everyone else but I’m linked into him, at least I think so, and I know he’s not being totally honest. His demeanor is off and he tensed up talking about her which is odd especially if they’re over. I’m not going to confront him until I have more information but when I do he better pray he was telling me the truth.

*

Grey and Denise came over today and Denise brought me another change of clothes. She says it’s stuff she was getting rid of anyway but some of them still had tags. I enjoy both of their company. Grey is a huge jokester and loves to make people laugh and Denise is as sweet as can be but has a little bit of an attitude on her, I love it especially because she mostly directs it at Grey. His reactions always make me die laughing. Dre came over yesterday but for the most part she’s been keeping her distance. Witches and wolves don’t have the best history and with her being as powerful as she is she doesn’t see a reason to give them too large of a feel for her.

For the past three days I haven’t been allowed back at my apartment, something about being kept under observation. Now I know how my patients feel when I tell them that shit. I’ve been to the pack doctor, Gretchen, every day for different tests. First physical then emotional and spiritual and today is mental. I hope it’s the last test I don’t know how many more times I can fake a smile and sit through a bunch of bullshit questions that probably aren’t telling her anything about what’s really going on inside of me.

The annoyance of being forced to stay here is only counterbalanced by the fact that I get to see Dean every morning I wake up, morning breath and all. His dad still hasn’t come around but he stays out of my way and I do the same. His mother, however, is the best and refuses to answer me unless I call her Mama Lydia. The woman cooks almost nonstop and her face lights up every time she sees me as if I’m her own child. She tells me all of the time how she always wanted a daughter but after having Karter her body couldn’t handle having another child. Of course that conversation segues into her getting a second chance at it by Dean and I giving her plenty of grandbabies which segues into me faking a phone call and leaving the room.

As fun as it’s been hanging out with Dean and waking up in his arms I still can’t just forgive and forget about the way he treated me before. Although I understand the pressure he was under you don’t just disappear for a month without a word when you’re trying to start a relationship with someone. Regardless of his reasoning that trust is still broken and it’ll take some time before it can build back up.

Over the past three days we haven’t had many moments alone to talk and in the few moments that we have had there’s been so much pack stuff we had to talk about that we haven’t had a chance to discuss the state of our relationship and if there even will be one.

I slip into the white ripped jeans that make my ass look too wide for my liking and the tight black thermal Denise brought me before walking out of the bathroom and sliding on a pair of navy blue Tom’s Dre brought me the other day. The walk to the infirmary compound is quicker if I walk through the pack house but I want to drag it out as long as possible so I take the long way by walking outside.

The sun is hidden behind a curtain of gray clouds, a dreary ass day for a dreary ass meeting. I sigh and close my eyes momentarily to pray to God or the Moon Goddess, whoever, that this is the last time I have to come down here. Gretchen is nice enough, I could even see us possibly being friends, but I hate the feeling of being poked and prodded like a science project.

I smack into something before I can open my eyes.

“Jesus, watch where you’re going,” Zoe gripes, I know that bitch’s voice from anywhere.

She’s been around pretty often all week too. To be more specific she’s been around Dean all week. Not that he’s been paying her any attention but that hasn’t stopped her. I assume that’s where she’s on her way to now. I wouldn’t be as suspicious of her actions if every time I saw her she wasn’t in his face. The second she sees me she always makes herself scarce and as far as I’m concerned that’s the sign of a sneaky bitch.

“Sorry,” I mumble. She’s lucky this actually was my fault.

“Oh no, I’m sorry Luna, I thought you were someone else. My apologies,” she smiles that shit eating grin of hers that’s as fake as her eyelashes.

I watch her as she makes her way past me towards the house and yell as I walk off, “He’s not there!”

Just as I suspected I hear her footsteps stop and start again in a change of direction. Sneaky bitch.

*

“So how have you been feeling?” Gretchen asks, pushing her golden blonde hair behind her left ear.

I sigh and debate on answering her. I wonder if I act like a character from Girl Interrupted if she’ll catch on, that’ll give her something to write on her little clipboard about.

“The sooner you answer my questions the sooner you can get out of her Dylan. This is the last time you’ll have to see my face unless you get hurt.”

Her response sounds sad, as if she’s lonely down here and it makes me feel badly about acting so childish.

“I’ll still come visit you,” I say, lowering my voice, “Between me and you you’re the only one I like besides Lydia.”

She snickers at that, “What about Grey or Denise? Or Karter for that matter?”

I sigh, “Grey and Denise are fine but Karter….the jury’s still out.”

She sees the glint of humor in my eye and purses her lips, “Let’s talk about that then. How are the two of you?”

I internally throw a tantrum. I just had to joke about the one damned topic I’ve been trying to avoid every time I come down here. Instead of responding to her I shrug. It’s the best representation of how I’m feeling about our relationship, I just don’t know.

“Well that’s not good,” she mumbles and writes something down on her clipboard, “Would you care to elaborate?” Her tone is serious, all signs of previous joking gone and I want to scream.

“I’m just…angry. I’m so…so fucking mad and I don’t know what to do about it so I bury it. But I can feel it there, under the surface just waiting for the smallest little thing to give me a reason.”

She sits up in her seat, this is the most I’ve ever shared, “A reason for what?”

“To explode.”

I watch the tip of her pen as it moves at rapid speed down the page on the clipboard and it makes me wonder what in the hell she’s writing down. I make a mental note to ask her once this is all over.

“We need to get to the root of your rage. Ask yourself who, what, why, and how. Who you’re angry with? What you’re angry about? Why that makes you angry? How can you fix it?”

I take a moment to sort through my feelings and that moment turns into minutes. I keep flip flopping between being angry with myself, Dean, and my mom but most of all I’m angry with myself.

“I’m upset with myself because I can’t just get over everything and accept that this is my life now. But the issue I find with that is I shouldn’t have to just accept this fate. I don’t even get a choice in whether I want to be this…this…freak, no offence,” I explain and she raises her hand as if to say none taken, “I’m also mad at myself because I know unless I get past this Dean and I have no chance and I really want to make things work with him. I’m pissed at Dean because he made me this way and I’m furious at my mother because she birthed me this way and then kept me in the dark about it for all of these years.”

“How can you fix it?”

This time it’s my turn to purse my lips, “You’re the doctor, you tell me.”

She smiles a little, “Only you can truly answer that question Dylan. Until you can accept this life in the best way you know how and forgive Dean and your mom then you won’t be able to move on. Try putting yourself in their shoes. Have you ever taken the time out to question why either of them did what they did?”

I bite my lip, thinking about everything I just revealed and everything Gretchen has asked and realize that I’ve been being a bit selfish in my thinking. Although it’s well within my rights to be selfish at such a traumatic time, I still can’t be angry with them without knowing the full reasons as to why. Once I know everything I can, then I can make my judgments.

“Thanks Gretchen,” I finally say breaking the silence of my thinking.

“No problem, that’s what I’m here for. I think that’s enough, I’ve got everything I need.”

I stand from the brown leather chair across from hers and straighten my jeans, “Alright give it to me straight Doc, am I normal…well as normal as I can be?”

She grins, “Of course. You’re feeling everything you should be with the amount of turmoil surrounding your transition. Most wolves have it smooth because they were born into pack life. It’s going to be a bit of an adjustment for you but I think you’ll be fine. If you need anything you can come and talk to me, I’m always here.”

I nod and reach out for a hug, surprising both of us. I’m not really one for physical contact but I have a good feeling about Gretchen, she’s good people.

I smile at her once I release her and start to walk towards the door but stop, “Hey Gretch?”

“Hmm?”

“What in the hell were you writing down?” I ask, the question burning at me.

She laughs loudly and lifts up the scribble filled clipboard, “Gibberish. We only do that to get your mind going.”

I laugh, shaking my head as I walk out of the infirmary.

Karter

Having Rose here has been the shit. I never have a chance to miss her because she’s always right within arm’s reach. I can talk to her or hold and caress her anytime I please and I’m loving it, this is spoiling me. I don’t know what I’m going to do when Gretchen clears her and she goes home. I’ve asked her to only give Rose a test a day to drag it out, of course I told her it’s so that she’s not overwhelmed but I think she knew better.

Having Rose around more has definitely been more of a blessing than a curse but of course with the good comes the bad. Every time anything goes wrong, my dad blames it on her being here. The other day his truck, that’s as old as me that I’ve been telling him to get fixed for the past six years, broke down and he blamed it on her. My mom can’t even burn a pancake without him claiming Rose is causing bad luck on us all. He avoids her like the plague and she does the same to him but I know it’s bothering her, especially because her and my mom get along so well.

I’ve talked to him about his bullshit but he’s a firm believer in the superstition. It definitely doesn’t help that Rose hasn’t linked to someone by now, not even me. I have to admit it’s starting to worry me too.  I’ve been trying to subconsciously force it to happen by calling out to her wolf but that doesn’t do anything besides make me horny, and there’s been no evidence of the feeling being mutual. I’m running out of options and it’s making me desperate. The thought to ask Gretchen what they talked about today has crossed my mind but I know she wouldn’t tell me willingly, I’d have to command her and that just seems like overkill.

“Karter are you listening?” My father asks angrily, looking across the desk at me. His hazel eyes are ablaze and I know he’s been yapping for a while.

“Sorry pop I zoned out,” I explain, “What were you saying?”

“That fucking white demon,” he mumbles under his breath and I immediately jump up.

“Can I talk to you privately?” I ask and walk to the connecting library not giving him a chance to rescind my invitation.

He walks in and shuts the double doors behind him and before he can turn around I’m on his case.

“What the fuck is that dad? ‘Fucking white demon?’ Since when is my girlfriend, my mate, a demon? And furthermore I thought we were keeping the fact that she’s different between you, me, and mom!” Thank Goddess for soundproofing, I know I’m screaming loudly but damn him and his lack of respect.

“Since she came here and turned into that-that thing and started bringing her bad luck around! And for the record I don’t care who knows about her! You and your mother made that agreement not me!” he declares and folds his arms across his chest.

“I cannot believe you’re being so childish about this! Dylan is not a demon or bad luck! If anything I’m the bad luck she never would’ve had to deal with any of this if it weren’t for me! Don’t blame her for the way she was born dad,” I try to reason with him but I can see his stance firm and know I’m not getting through to him.

“You’re being childish if you think that you caused this! That girl was born a demon son there’s nothing you can do about it except reject her and move on. I won’t have her in this pack spreading her bad luck around.”

I run my hand through my hair and look at the man I’ve admired all of these years. How could he be so close-minded?

“That girl as you so tastelessly put it is the love of my life. My mate. I thought that meant something to you! Since you’re so fucking big on traditions and folklore you know what will happen to both of us if I reject her! We won’t survive it, neither of us!” I shake my head, trying to shake away the thought.

“You’ll make it, Karter. You come from a long line of strong New Orleans Alphas you’ll survive the heartbreak and take a mate that’s fitting.”

I stare at him blankly. The idea that he could trivialize the heartbreak as if it’s something ordinary floors me. I’ve only heard about it but there’s a reason most don’t survive it. You either take your own life from the pain or it overtakes you. There’s no way I could survive it, regardless of my bloodline, in fact I wouldn’t even want to survive it. I love her too much.

“Look son,” he says placing his hands on my shoulders, “I know you feel responsible for her because you marked her but you didn’t know any better. I’m sure she’s a nice enough girl but she can’t become a part of this pack. I would hate for people to find out what she is and-”

I look up at him with a fury in my eyes that stops his sentence. Brushing his hands off of my shoulders I deepen my gaze.

“You and I both know there are enough people in this pack who believe the way you do that could cause trouble for her, that’s why we agreed to keep it secret,” he opens his mouth to speak but I keep talking, “Just know if anything happens to Dylan I’ll kill anyone who lays a finger on her. I won’t let them hurt her.”

We hold each other’s gaze waiting for someone to look away when the doors to the library fly open efficiently ending our stare down.

“Karter, Zoe’s here to see you,” Grey explains the second his body breaks the threshold. Noticing the tension in the room he looks between us, “I can tell her to go away if you want.”

I shake my head and take one last hard look at my father before following behind Grey. I’ll deal with him later.

*

“What is it Zoe?” I ask, more forcefully than I intended.

“I just came by to check on you…are you alright?” she asks peering into my eyes.

If this were the old days I‘d take her upstairs and fuck her brains put until I was alright. But these aren’t the old days and she’s not the one I’m yearning for. Like clockwork she walks in the backdoor and spots the two of us together, her eyes narrowing. She doesn’t trust Zoe and to be honest neither do I. I want to reassure her and tell her there’s nothing to worry about but I can’t bring myself to, I don’t want to lie again.

I immediately turn and walk over to her pulling her into my arms. It takes a while for her to respond but when she does I can feel the tension leaving my body in waves.

“I missed you all day,” I whisper into her ear, making her shy away because she’s ticklish there.

I can hear Zoe huff and walk away from being dismissed but I couldn't care less. I’m so tired of her getting in my face every time Rose isn’t around, maybe this’ll show her I’m a one woman man and that woman isn’t her since she doesn’t seem to understand me when I tell her.

“It didn’t look like you missed me that much,” she says with an attitude and bites my neck.

The pain strikes something inside of me and I can feel myself harden. It’s enough to get me to let her go from my bear hug but not completely. I hold her at arms-length and take in her beauty. With no makeup on her heart shaped face, her hair is swept to the right side in that sexy way girls do it and the thermal and white jeans she’s in are doing nothing to hide her curves. Her appearance is breathtaking as always but most of all even with the distinct lack of sunshine outside she still manages to brighten up the entire room. How could my dad think she’s a demon? If anything she’s an angel in disguise. My Angel.

I smirk and slide down her arm to take her hand in mine interlocking our fingers, “Come with me and I can show you how much I missed you.”

Her gaze is wary but she follows anyway and we ascend the stairs to my room. I don’t even care about leaving the meeting, we weren’t getting anywhere with finding the Dark Wood Tribe anyway.

We step into the room and I lock the door behind us before turning to her. She looks nervous and it makes me smirk which makes her face harden. That’s my girl, showing no fear.

I push her down on the bed softly and stare down at her, neither of us wanting to break eye contact, neither of us sure what the other will do. Watching her eyes flutter closed as I lean down over her I surprise her by kissing her cheek. Her mouth falls open and I can smell the minty flavor of the gum inside.

Sliding my nose down the column of her neck I take in her natural scent of citrus and musk and feel my arousal grow. I stop and take the time to lightly lick and kiss her neck, I can’t help myself. Her mouth falls open more and a little gasp escapes before I smell her arousal in the air causing me to growl.

“Oh God,” she whispers, the scent of her juices strengthening.

“You like when I growl for you Angel?” I whisper, afraid to raise my voice any higher in fear of breaking the trance like state we’re both in.

“Yes,” she breathes quickly, as if saying it is a secret.

I lick up her neck again, causing her to squirm beneath me. I hear her heartbeat and breathing accelerate, her juices flowing freely now the scent filling the air around me like pollen.

“Do you want me Angel?” I ask, a teasing smile on my face.

She doesn’t answer but instead squirms beneath me, squeezing her thighs together, nonverbally answering me. But I need to hear it.

“Answer me Rose,” I demand directly into her ear, snaking my tongue around the lobe and then my teeth, “I need to hear you say it baby.”

“Yes, Dean,” she breathes, she squeezes her thighs tighter, “I want you.”

I can’t help the grin on my face. Satisfied with her level of arousal I kiss her neck one last time and then her forehead making her eyes pop open.

“Give me your feet I’m going to give you a massage,” I beckon her with my fingertips.

She glares at me for a moment before lifting each of her feet to me carefully.

I take her shoes off and plop them onto the floor before taking her feet into my lap, rubbing them. Her eyes roll back and close and I know this is as good as sex, at least for her. I’m still as hard as a rock and trying to avoid placing her foot on top of my manhood, I might combust in my pants.

After about fifteen minutes of rubbing my hands are tired and she’s almost asleep. I wanted to take her, Goddess knows I did. But I have her first time planned out already in my head and it doesn’t entail her having to be quiet because my family is downstairs. I want her to be able to be as loud as she wants to be and believe me she will be. I love knowing I can get her so hot within seconds and with so little effort. Her body responds to me like no other woman’s and it’s damned sexy to see.

She lazily opens her eyes, “Why’d you do that?” Her stare gives no room for playing dumb as to what she’s talking about.

I look at her with a cocky smirk and reply, “To know I can.”

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Hello my good people!!!

In honor of One Direction’s FOUR coming out today I decided to upload a day early lol Not really I just wanted to promote my boys *Kanye shrug*

So I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!! I wanted to give you guys a long one (15 pages in Word) since I’m only updating once a month. I’m hoping that’ll change at least by Thanksgiving since the school year will be winding down. Like I said before I want to try and have this book done by the new year, IDK if I’ll be able to do it or not but we’ll see. This particular chapter I realized I named both Dylan’s boss and Karter’s mom, Lydia…OOPS! I guess that was a popular name in my head but it’s too late to change it now so oh well!

On to business….

The amount of support I’ve gotten in the last month exceeds all expectations! It’s like just when I think yall can’t get any better you fucking do! I love the support, it inspires me so much!

923 reads, 62 votes on Awake, Literally WAY over 100 reads since last update AND this is the 1st time Awake is beating OLS in reads! I truly adore every single one of you that reads past the Prologue!

32 reads on Weightless, I’m almost done with chapter one and I may post it once it’s finished. As I said before this book will be posted eventually, but I need to get Awake and a couple more projects finished, no rush.

61 reads and 5 votes on Revenge, I’m literally bursting at the seams to post! It’s one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written and I can’t wait to share it with yall!

913 reads, 50 votes on Our Little Secret.  100 more reads than last month! *Another proud mama moment*

Honestly I can’t thank yall enough!!!! You blow my mind!!

Side Note…

I did an interview with RedTheHelper here on Wattpad (whom I dedicated this chapter to) if you guys want to check it out go to their profile I have my own self-titled chapter (writerbynature) in their book Interviews: Werewolf Writers.

I also did an interview with mysunshine621 it’s posted on her blog at http://storiesfromthesecretsisters.wordpress.com/?ref=spelling  Even if you don’t want to read my interview you can check out the blog anyway because it’s great!

As for new follower S/O’s…

This time we have mysunshine621, SweetValentine21, WoodZac, Forever_An_Oddity, KivaParker, malipapirany, SaanaYoung, preetiiii_, Lsdavern and NickJesuitas.

Thanks so much for following and I hope I don’t disappoint!

That’s all folks!!!

Until Next Time,

WBN