"Maddie!" Rhys' voice echoed in the woods. "Dammit Xander, this is your fault. You couldn't just be a proper mate?"
We loped toward the rustling in the brush. Eclipse kept a steady pace, our strides eating up the distance."Madison, where are you?" Xander sounded panicked. That made two of us.All I could see in my head was Dylan's leering face and Vic's glare. If Eclipse hadn't burst from me and into the change, we would be choking down laced food and going into heat.Eclipse chuffed, slowing as we approached. Xander's cinnamon and wood smoke scent and Rhys' chocolate washed over us. Home. We were home. And in one piece.Eclipse was panting, sides heaving as we struggled to pull in breath.'Just a few more feet.' I tried to encourage my wolf, but she stopped. We were done. We couldn't go on any further.'Xander! Rhys!' I called out as loud as I could in my mind. Eclipse collapseSomeone had dressed me when I changed back, apparently, and the clothes were kind of uncomfortable. I took a few moments to change into my sleeping clothes, a thin cotton shirt and a pair of shorts, before returning to the bed. Part of me didn't want to think about dress shopping. I just wanted to sleep. I settled next to Heather, and dozed off.Heather was an awful bed mate. She curled up around me and snored in my ear all night. Not to mention the knees and elbows. The bed was big enough for twelve, comfortably. Why the hell was she on top of me?! I fought to breathe around the cloud of dark hair that threatened to choke me. This was not okay. Flipping wolves and their need to puppy-pile. I shifted toward the edge of the bed, trying to escape Heather. But she snatched me and wrapped herself tighter around me. It was becoming uncomfortable. My door slammed open again and I jerked upright. Heather groaned, fin
Claiming me? It brought me up short. Did I really want to be claimed? I throbbed in time with my heartbeat. His mouth set me on fire and I knew I needed more. More than just his mouth on me. Claiming me felt intimate. It felt like the next step in a relationship we hadn't cultivated yet. But the need to experience something more overrode my common sense. He pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss and all my thoughts fled. His heated kisses seared through me. I was on my back again. He hovered over me, still fully dressed. He needed to be as naked as I was. I had a sudden longing to see all that flesh bared before me. I tugged at the hem of his shirt and he huffed out a laugh. "Need some help?" My mouth went dry as he whipped his shirt off. He was ripped. Being a wolf must be a hell of an exercise regime. I didn't have much to compare him to, but the muscles of his clenching stomach mesmerized me.
"You needy witch!" Heather was entirely too loud and I glared at her over the plate of eggs in front of me. "Shut up!" I glanced around the room. There were a sea of faces I couldn't put names to. But they were all clumped together, and away from me. I had woken up that morning to an empty bed. Nothing like mating and then taking off. Flipping men. "I can smell him all over you. It's a beautiful thing. Did you bond?" She was too excited. My glare intensified. I said nothing, just shoved more eggs in my mouth. I didn't want to talk about it. Even think about it really. The fact that he had bonded me and ran off really pissed me off. "You did!" She crowed loudly and the conversations around us died down. Dammit. "Shut the hell up, Heather." I hissed. She wasn't getting the memo. I kicked her under the table and she grimaced. "Did he suck? Why are you being pissy?!" "
I tried to fill my head with anything but Rhys and Xander and the shitshow that was my life. I really did. But it was impossible. Especially when I was looking at all these dresses. Snow white and fluffy. Didn't they have anything in black? I felt like I should be in mourning. "What about this one?" Heather held out a taffeta monstrosity that made me shudder. Nope. No thank you. I would look like a demonic cupcake. The bridal shop was in the middle of downtown, ringed by cafes and boutiques. It was also very much not my style. I preferred simple elegance. Comfort."Is there anywhere else?" My voice was dull. I had traipsed this shop for the last hour, and I was no closer to finding anything acceptable. I mean, I could just throw one on. Not like I was overly enthused about marrying Xander, even if we were mate-bonded. But since I was only going to do this once, I wanted to at least feel pretty.
My room at the pack house was blessedly cool and quiet. Heather had chattered all the way back to Wild Hearth lands, and while I was grateful for her, I also needed time to process my thoughts. Like, how was I supposed to forget that stolen kiss? Or look Xander in the eye knowing his Beta stole a kiss from me? Or get married when my heart was torn between two men? I was screwed. So screwed. And it wasn't fair. I hadn't asked to be the true mate to my Husband, or asked to be so drawn to Rhys. And it didn't make sense. Why was I still drawn to Rhys? The mate-bond, from what I understood, should have cut off that need. For both of us. I groaned, burying my face in my pillow. I needed to forget, Heather was right. Agonizing over this was doing no one any good. I needed to close that door with Rhys and concentrate on Xander. Xander, who had mate-bonded me, and then left. While I was asleep in his bed. Who did that
"You can't keep avoiding this." Rhys followed me as I tried to escape him. I continued through the front door. "And you can't keep doing this, Rhys!" I hopped down the steps into the yard. "I'm so flipping tired of all this!" I turned, flinging a hand out. "All what?" Xander's silky voice slid over my already raw nerves. Not him too! My mate-bond thrummed in my chest, but I ignored the pull. I was angry. At him. At Rhys. At the entire flipping world. Sure, I had problems. I didn't want to be a Bride. I didn't want a mate, and then to feel pulled to his Beta. I wanted…hell I didn't even know what I wanted. The freedom to love who I chose? To choose who I loved? I stood there, a cool breeze tickling across my skin, and I had a moment of clarity. I didn't love Xander. Not in a little over a week. I didn't love Rhys, but I was closer to it. But, I wanted to. I wanted to love Xander,
"You did what?!" Rhys' face was comical as he stared at me with one really wide eye and one swollen shut. The bruising to his face was extensive, and the red around his nostrils led me to believe his nose had been busted, possibly broken. Xander didn't look much better, and he winced every time he moved. Apparently their 'little talk' had involved much more body language than words. They had beat the hell out of each other. But they seemed lighter as they crowded the furniture in my room. Good. I needed them to work out their own bullshit. "I bought a dress." I kept my words slow. A muscle in his jaw twitched. "From a Fae woman with a lock of my hair." "And Heather let you?" "I'm a grown woman. It was my hair. What was your sister supposed to do?" "Stop you! The Fae aren't very trustworthy." "Did she happen to mention what she would be doing with it?" Xander leaned forward, winci
"So what is it we are supposed to be doing?" I glanced at Heather as she paced alongside a van. Apparently collecting my parents was a matter of immediate importance. Heather smiled grimly. "We are supposed to wait right here for Xander and Rhys." She glanced at me curiously. "So, someone spilled some tea earlier." "Oh. That's too bad?" I wasn't sure why someone having to clean up their spilled tea was much of my concern, but if she wanted to talk about it–"There's some hot gossip. Don't you know slang?" "Well yeah, but spilling tea sounds weird." "Anyway, I may have overheard a bet being placed." It was official, I was going to murder that she-wolf from the dining room. "About how long a polyamorous relationship might last within a wolf pack." "Polyamorous?" Seriously, was she just making up words now?"Maddie! Are you and Xander and Rhys all together?!" She huffed out,