Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Kimberly~

Lincoln…..he said he had to find where Lincoln was. Where’s my baby? What happened while I was up here satisfying my urges? If something happens to Lincoln, I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself, and I’m not one to feel badly about my choices, no matter what they are.

I hastily grab my dress, peeling off Stuart’s shirt. “We need to talk.” I hurry and fix myself, grabbing my shoes so I can head to Paul’s office. I walk past Stuart, and he grabs my arm, forcing me to look at him. “I said we need to talk.”

“I can’t talk right now. Something is going on with my son.” I pull my arm out of his grasp and head to the wall door. I stop and turn back. “You may want to get out of here like Paul said.” I head through the door, putting a block up to keep Angie out of my ears. I can’t deal with her whimpering right now.

Landon and Paul look up from whatever they are looking at on his desk as I walk into the room. Now isn’t the time to be embarrassed. What happened, happened, and I need to own it. I straighten my back and hold my head high as I walk over to the desk. I stand quietly, waiting to be addressed, but nothing happened. Paul continues to talk as if I’m not in the room. “I sent some warriors to these areas,” he points to the map. “Maybe he isn’t too far.” Landon is looking between us; I’m sure there is so much that he wants to say.

“Uh, yeah. They should, uh, they should look for abandoned buildings and homes. Dad, you have to know that note is a lie. Lincoln was past all of his fated mate issues. He full accepted the bond, Tia, us sharing, everything. This isn’t Lincoln running away.” Paul places a hand on Landon’s shoulder.

“I know, son, I know. Something isn’t right, and we will figure it out. We will bring Lincoln back to you and Tia.” Lincoln nods, and I, honestly, can’t take the silence anymore. I clear my throat loudly and wait.

“I, uh, I think I will go check on Tia.” Landon gives me one last look and walks out of the office. Paul continues looking over the map, making marks and notes while ignoring me.

me isn’t going to

spits out with an obscene amount of hate.

I close the gap between us and run my hand

him or anything. You went ahead and mated with me, let me mark you, and all the while, your fated was right here. Why didn’t you just claim him, huh?” Paul stops and looks at me, but my voice is caught in my throat. “You knew what happened with me. You knew most likely my fated mate was gone. I told you that I wouldn’t take you away from yours. I told you that I could find someone who was in the same situation as me, and we could make a go of it. You told me that your fated mate wasn’t in the picture.

deserved more. You lost your mate before anything could even happen. We had dated before…..” I shrug

you hear yourself right now? Do you hear how disgusting and shallow and……and selfish you sound right now? Your decisions impacted so many lives and all so that you had a title?

that!” I can feel the anger replacing the embarrassment. “I helped you run this pack all of these years. I gave you two sons. I was always by your side. I helped you get over

Be gone by the time I get back.” Paul walks out of the room, never

~Lincoln~

Mmmmmm…..I don’t remember making it

nothing, no huffing, breathing, and no response. Brutus usually loves when we are with our mate, so something

anything comfortable. I take a few breaths in, but no smell stands out, which is odd.

open and look down. That isn’t Tia’s hair…..not her hair, and no sparks. I slowly look around; this isn’t our room or any place in the packhouse. None of this

of all of the plays I had to learn. I think about the paperwork that comes with running a pack and the tedious activities. I think about throwing up and blood. I think about that lady I saw handling pizza when I went to a human mall. We went to the food court, and while trying to find something to eat, I noticed this woman behind the counter. She had dug into her nose and scratched her b**t (inside the pants).

is Landon? I try to move my arms and realize I can’t. They are on the arms of the chair, and I notice the zip ties that are keeping them there. I look down

~Adela~