Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Jenna~

Going after Landon first probably wasn’t the best idea, but the opportunity presented itself. I really just didn’t want Landon and Portia to mate. I figure that if I delay that, I should be able to come up with some way to get one or both of the twins to fall in line.

Landon has always been the stronger of the two, whereas Lincoln is a bit more impulsive. I can say that I was able to flirt a bit with Lincoln when they first got to the pack. I took that as an indication that I had a clear path to get to him. If you want to have a chance, oopsie, encounter, then Lincoln is the one you want to go after.

I watched him go into the office and heard him speaking to Landon. I’m not quite sure what they were talking about, but I’d imagine it has to do with me. There is no way Landon wouldn’t inform his brother about what happened earlier. I do hope that is the case, though; I’d rather get a fresh run at Lincoln.

office, but I was ready when he did. “Well, well…..I’ve been wondering where you’ve been hiding.” Lincoln turns and looks at me with a sour expression. “How have you been? Still as sexy

walk toward Lincoln and expected him to walk away, but he stays put. Maybe there is a chance after all. I stop in front of Lincoln; we are mere inches apart. I’m tempted to reach out and run my fingers along

and finish what was started in that guestroom.” I was so close to having Lincoln when they were staying in our pack. I got lucky the night I convinced an Omega to slip me his room key. I waited until he was asleep and slipped into the room and into his bed. I had no clothing on and was able to snuggle up against him for a bit. Lincoln did get roaming hands, but not

able to have my way with him. I still don’t know what woke him up when did. Maybe I could have gotten pregnant, and he would have had no choice but to

nothing between us, Jenna and the sooner you accept that, the better.” Lincoln turns and starts to walk away. I grab his arm and turn him toward me. Before he can react, I quickly jump on him and plant my mouth on his.

yanked back with so much force I thought my hair was being pulled out of my head. I feel a tear fall down my face. I try to cry out, but a hand wraps around my throat, and I can barely breathe. I’m slammed against a wall, and

him see that. I use one hand to stroke up and down Lincoln’s forearm. I hit the ground in a heap, my back yelling out in protest. I look up at Lincoln just to see him walking down

let it go. We aren’t going to be with you