SableI bend over the table set up in the middle of the street and point at an empty lot on the outskirts of the blueprints’ dark lines. “Couldn’t we fit another house here? A small family home. There’s plenty of space.”Ridge squints at the plans, then raises his gaze to the row of old East Pack homes. “Yeah, you know, I think we could. Maybe even two. What do you think?” He glances at Archer. “You know this land better than I do. Is it stable?”“It’s stable,” Archer agrees thoughtfully. “Rock and dirt. Maybe not great for growing crops, but good for building. But they’d have to be small houses. Really small.”“I think small houses would be nice for new families,” I offer. “Rather than having to live in the apartments with all the bachelors. Kids deserve a yard to play in, even if it’s tiny.” My hand drifts to my abdomen. Even though the baby isn’t starting to show yet, I’m vividly aware of the little life growing inside me, and how I want to raise our child and provide for it. He or
SableThree Months LaterThe room is quiet, and the ceiling fan spins lazily overhead in the afternoon sunlight filtering through the gauzy white curtains I chose for our new bedroom.Trystan nuzzles his face against my growing belly, feathering tiny kisses down my side. Even though I’ve already been satisfied thoroughly, his lips brushing along my skin send my libido back into overdrive.My head rests on Ridge’s warm chest, while Dare and Archer cuddle lazily against my body. I can’t recall a time I’ve ever been so happy and content with my life.“Hey, quit turning her on,” Dare says, shoving Trystan’s face away from my stomach. “I don’t have it in me to go again.”I laugh, and Ridge’s own chuckle echoes through my ear as he sweeps my hair away from my face and runs his fingers gently through it.“Your inability to go again isn’t my problem,” Trystan retorts, and his tongue darts out to wet my skin.The moan that comes out of me makes all of my mates groan in response.“Fuck. You’re
Sable"This is it. I can feel it." Archer's moss- green eyes gleam with excitement as he raises his eyebrows. "This is the one.""You said that about the last try too," Dare points out, but I can hear the hope in his voice as the five of us watch our little boy pull himself up to a standing position.Ben is nine months old, and he's been on the verge of taking his first steps for days now. We've all been waiting anxiously, eager to see the momentous achievement, and I think Archer is right-I think today's the day."Good job, buddy!" Ridge crouches down a few feet away from our son, holding his arms out as the rest of us add our cheers to the mix. "Come to daddy. Come on."Ben's little face lights up with pure joyas he looks at Ridge. Tristan is stationed right behind Ridge, his hands brace down his knees as he leans down to be closer to the action, and when Ben shifts his gaze from one man to the other, his smile grows even wider. He lets out a stream of happy babble, and both of my
sableI press a hand to my belly, unable to contain the riot of emotions inside me. There's something about watching these big strong alphas melt for their baby that turns me on and make my heart flutter all at once. I Love Knowing that Ben will grow up surrounded by so much love, by so many incredible role models.By the very best men I know. With one last kiss, Dare releases Ben, turning him toward me. Dare and I are close enough together that Ben barely has to take a single step to reach me, but we all cheer him on anyway. Our little boy is grinning from ear to ear, obviously energized by celebrations, even if he doesn't know quite what it all means.I pluck him up in my arms, breathing in his familiar scent as he clings to me.A memory flits through my mind of the moment I found out I was pregnant, in the middle of the battle with Cleo. When she threatened my baby, something rose up inside me that I'd never felt before, the fierce stand most pure kind of protectiveness. I would've
SableThe fluorescent lights in the ceiling emit a faint, incessant buzzing that hurts my battered head almost as much as the harsh illumination does. I stare down at Doctor Patil’s shiny black hair as his capable fingers, clad in sapphire blue surgical gloves, prod at my ankle.He’s already x-rayed my arm and shined his light in my eyes to check my pupils for signs of concussion. He declared me safe from brain damage, but he let out a long, low whistle at the other parts of me that weren’t so lucky.The doctor presses on a particularly sore spot, and I hiss through my teeth, gripping the paper-covered table beneath me.“This area hurts?” Doctor Patil asks, pressing the nodule again like a damn sadist.My jaw tightens as I try to restrain the impulse to yank my leg out of his grasp. “Yes. That area hurts.”I notice his gaze pause over the crescent-shaped scars above my knee, but he doesn’t say anything. The same suspicious look crossed his face when he saw the scars on my arms. And ag
SableI sprint like I don’t have a twisted ankle and a sprained wrist. I sprint like I’m not covered in painful bruises with the energy level of a factory in nuclear meltdown. Because this is it—this is my only chance to get away from him once and for all, and I will not fail.Because if I do, he’ll kill me. I know that with dead certainty.Uncle Clint shouts, his snarl a whip cracking after me. I can’t make out his words through the adrenaline rushing in my ears, and honestly, I don’t even want to try. The coward I was before would have frozen at that tone. I would have turned around and returned to him with my tail between my legs, closing my eyes against whatever punishment he deemed fit.But I’m not that girl. I refuse to continue to be that girl anymore. I stopped being her the second I opened that car door.Doctor Patil tried to save me. He wanted to give me the out I needed, and I didn’t take him up on his offer.So it’s up to me now.Uncle Clint will chase me. But I’m smaller,
RidgeWhen I left the cabin and shifted into wolf form to patrol the borders of my pack’s land, I had no idea my trip back home would include carrying a beautiful, unconscious woman against my naked body.Granted, most men wouldn’t hate this particular situation. The girl is stunning, even with all the cuts and bruises. Golden hair that falls in a thick curtain around her shoulders. Petite, but with perfect curves beneath her tight blue jeans and gray sweatshirt. The kind of heart-shaped face poets dedicate entire stanzas to in the throes of their passion.But this sure as shit wasn’t how I expected to spend my night. Not to mention, I feel like a fucking perv holding her while my cock dangles freely beneath her ass. Shifting into a wolf is great as long as you don’t need clothes when you shift back.Still barely conscious, the girl moves restlessly in my arms, wincing as she draws her injured wrist to her chest. The limb is wrapped in a hard brace, which I take to mean it was hurt be
SableI wake up slowly, as if my body and mind are resisting consciousness. My dreams were surprisingly calm and comforting, and my eyes don’t seem to want to open. I don’t want to leave this calm, peaceful space between sleep and waking.And why would I? So much of my life has been pain and trauma that it’s only fair I linger in the good moments as long as I can.I’m beneath soft, warm blankets in a quiet room, and for a moment, I think I’m back in my bed in Uncle Clint’s house. But then a comforting scent wafts over me. Not the usual smell of Tide and my lavender body lotion.Something more masculine.Woodsy and spicy.Unfamiliar yet achingly intoxicating.I nestle farther into the pillow, breathing the soothing scent in deeply. I slide beneath the covers, ignoring the pained protests of my body as I roll into the sheets and take another deep breath. I spread out on my belly, blankets covering me from head to toe, and smile as I’m completely surrounded by this woodsy smell. Even sti