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

after all. I stop in front of Lincoln; we are mere inches apart. I’m tempted to reach out and run my fingers along his body, but I

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

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 make me his chosen mate. I know, an Alpha’s daughter talking about getting knocked up to get a man. I’ve never been one to shy away

the better.” Lincoln turns and starts to walk away. I grab his arm and turn him toward

he just needed to feel me, and he would fall in. I focus back on the task at hand and start to move my lips against his, trying to use my tongue to part his lips. My head is yanked back with so much force I thought my hair was being

deal with the consequences after,” Lincoln growls out. I have to admit, he is a bit scary like this, but I can’t let 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

floor and stretch out. “I don’t know what your plan is, but I suggest you let it go. We aren’t going to be with you no matter what you