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.

isn’t going to make

an obscene amount of hate. I walk a

out.” I close the gap between us and

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. Well s**t Kim, that looked pretty ‘in the picture’ to me!” Paul starts to pace again. “When we went in front of the elders and asked them to bless our union, they asked if we were sure that our fated mates weren’t available. They said if we were to find them later, it could be problematic. You took the same oath as me, reassuring them that all would be well,

my eyes and open them. “I……Stuart is a warrior, just a warrior. I wanted more, I deserved more. You lost your mate before anything could

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? All so you could be more than a warrior’s mate? Who, even, are

by your side. I helped you get over your pain

time I get back.” Paul walks out of the room,

~Lincoln~

a tongue on my tip. Mmmmmm…..I don’t remember making it upstairs, but I like where Tia’s mind is. I settle in to enjoy what

good? I hear nothing, no huffing, breathing, and no response. Brutus usually loves when we are

but no smell stands out, which is odd. I focus on what’s happening below and realize something is missing. I take a minute to concentrate then it hits me. I feel no sparks. I’m getting a

no sparks. I slowly look around;

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

that was the memory that did it. I felt myself quickly go limp, and I pop out of the woman’s mouth. She whimpers a bit and looks up at me. Son of a b***h! It’s Aida. “Aww, maybe I used too much wolfsbane.” She stands up and straightens her clothes. “That’s okay. It happens to everyone at some point. We have the rest of our lives for this.” What the hell is she talking about? Oh my Goddess, where is Tia? Where 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 and see zip ties on my ankles as well. This b***h has me captive! “It does happen all of the time! No it wasn’t because of me!” Who the hell is she talking to? I look around, but we are the only ones in the room. My eyes land back on Aida, and terror sets in. I’m being held

~Adela~