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.

up a block, and I notice the irritation start to appear on Paul’s face. He must

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. 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!” Utensils start to tap and scrape against plates again, and Jenna leaves the dining

don’t really have an appetite, so I decide to head up early. Maybe I can speak to

and how I could salvage

Paul puts a hand on my arm, stopping me. “Is everything okay?” I move slightly, so his hand falls from my

fine.” I continue out of the dining room and then the kitchen. I start to head down the hallway toward the stairs when, all of a sudden, a hand

~Stuart~

thought that popped into my mind when Jenna made her little announcement. I find it comical that Kimberly brings

her mate to choose her, so that should mean she won’t bother the twins anymore. That leaves my Adela and Aida to return to their original

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 just need to be

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 from her chest, and I laugh. “Now, now, don’t be bitter.