Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Kimberly~

No, no, NO! This can’t be happening. It can’t be….Jenna is mated to Mark?! There is no way. There is no way I brought her here to remove Portia; instead, she has found her fated mate. And what the hell is Paul thinking? He wants to have the ceremony this fast? He is really entrusting our sons with this pack when their mate is Portia?! This can’t stand.

The dining room is dead quiet. Jenna is glaring at Mark, huffing and puffing. Mark is looking very unimpressed and passive. Lynn looks as if she wants to rip Jenna’s head off. Neither Landon, Lincoln, nor Portia looks surprised at this turn of events, so I wonder how long they have known this to be the case.

I look at Paul, and he seems surprised and confused. He keeps looking between Mark and Jenna as if waiting for some more news to drop.

Love, did you know about this? Is this why you brought Jenna to the pack? I growl into the mind link and cause Paul’s look to change.

with. You and I have more pressing matters to get into. I put up a block, and I notice the irritation start to appear on Paul’s face. He must be trying to talk to me more,

pack. We will sit down, and we WILL eat this meal that was prepared for us. After the meal, Jenna and Mark will join me in my office.” I look around the room, daring anyone to speak against me. “Now eat!”

and that’s fine with me. I don’t really have an appetite, so I decide to head up early. Maybe I can speak to Jenna before Mark is finished with his meal.

how I could salvage my little plan. I should have been more aware of what was going on. If I

stand up from the table and turn to leave the room. Paul puts a hand on my arm, stopping me. “Is everything okay?” I move slightly, so his hand falls from my

and then the kitchen. I start to head down the hallway toward the stairs when, all of a sudden, a hand grabs my wrist, and I’m

~Stuart~

little announcement. I find it comical that Kimberly brings her here to usurp my daughters, but it bites her in the

she won’t bother the twins anymore. That

the dining room and wait in a closet in the hallway

put my hand on Kimberly’s face, letting the sparks jump everywhere. Kimberly breathes in sharply, and I chuckle at her reaction. I bend down so that our lips are barely touching. “It looks like