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.

to appear on Paul’s face. He must be trying to talk to me more, but I won’t make this that easy. Things are

the table, and all eyes fly toward me. “This is improper, and it won’t stand, not while I’m still Luna of this pack. We will sit down, and we WILL eat this meal that was prepared for us.

have an appetite, so I decide to head up early. Maybe I can speak to Jenna before Mark is finished with his meal.

on my next move and how I could salvage my little plan. I should have been more aware of what

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

to head down the hallway toward the stairs when, all of a sudden, a hand grabs my wrist, and

~Stuart~

the first thought that popped into my mind when Jenna made her little announcement. I find it comical that Kimberly brings her here to usurp my daughters, but it

that she wants her mate to choose her, so that should mean she won’t bother the twins anymore.

advantage. I leave the dining room and wait in a closet in the hallway for Kimberly to walk past. I know her well enough to know that she won’t be finishing her meal. I

past the closet. I quickly close the door and slip my watch off, placing it into my pocket. I 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 your plan isn’t going very well now, is it?” A growl erupts