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.

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,

that was prepared for us. After the meal, Jenna and Mark will join me in my office.” I look

Maybe I can speak to Jenna before Mark is finished with his meal. I know Paul will also expect to

I was too focused on my next move and how I could salvage my little plan. I should have been more aware of what was going on. If I had been, I would have noticed Stuart leaving

leave the room. Paul puts a hand on my arm, stopping me. “Is everything okay?” I

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 grabs my wrist, and I’m yanked into a dark

~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 bites her in the a*s. I’m sure she never thought Jenna’s fated mate would

twins anymore. That leaves

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

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. You had to have