Three Fated Hearts by LNC

~Kimberly~

I can’t believe that Paul would just walk out on me like that, walk out on us. After everything we’ve been through, after everything I’ve done for him and this pack. It can’t all be reduced to ‘I’m disgusting’; there has to be more.

Before I can leave his office and go after him, Landon walks in and closes the door. He looks at me but says nothing. Landon walks over to the bar and pours himself a drink. He sits in the armchair next to the bar and leans forward, elbows on his knees, drink in hand. I lean against the desk, waiting for him to speak. I’m not sure how this will go, but I’m here for it.

“You could have just rejected him, mom.” I say nothing but watch Landon take a sip from his glass. “You could have rejected him, and this wouldn’t have happened.” Landon looks up at me. “Why didn’t you reject him?” I sigh and walk over to the chair on the other side of the bar. I slump in it and lay my head back.

“You have your fated mate now. You know how it feels to even think of rejecting them. Imagine trying to actually do it, trying to get the words out of your mouth.” Landon scoffs.

“So why not just be with him then? Why dad?” I sit up straight and look at Landon.

“How could you ask me that? If I hadn’t been with your father, you and your brother wouldn’t be here. If I had accepted Stuart, you wouldn’t have your mate.” I stand up and kneel in front of Landon. “If I hadn’t made the choices I did, where would we all be now?”

“If you hadn’t made the choices you did, dad wouldn’t be hurting so much right now, and my mom wouldn’t be a whore.” I slap Landon so hard that his drink flies out his hand and crashes to the floor away from us. Glass and amber liquid splash everywhere. I stand up and face Landon with a fury I’ve never felt before.

One day you will regret saying that to me, and you better hope that I’m in a place

I thought you were. You’re definitely not someone that should be called ‘mom!’ I stumble back, shock coursing through my body. I can’t believe my own child would say these things to me, and he

I didn’t want it to. I still don’t even know what’s going on with my Lincoln. I smell him and look at the door, seeing a shadow at the bottom. A part of my body, and Angie, are begging him to walk through that door and scoop us up. We are craving him and his touch. The shadow

~Adela~

how, but she is totally crazy. I want to know more about that watch and dad, but the idea that a watch will have someone forget the mate bond; that’s nuts. Lincoln did look healthy, and he didn’t look hurt. There was only one

as I can. I know it’s dark, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t people out there looking and waiting. I keep stopping to make sure that I’m keeping safe. I’m exhausted, though. Traveling

peer inside, and it doesn’t look to be too bad. There are no other animals in it, and I will fit comfortably. I scoot into the log and use my hoodie as a pillow. It could be considered a bit chilly out here at night, but my werewolf heat keeps the chill away. I settle in

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chirping, and I try to stretch out, forgetting I slept inside a log. I scoot out of the log, stretch, and shake out my hoodie. I look at my phone, and it’s almost 6 in the morning. I can’t delay this trip, so I am taking off. Ignore my grumbling stomach and the fact that I’m super

There is no one. I sniff the air and stand still enough to use my wolf hearing. No one is around, and the only noises are the natural ones in the forest. From this point on, speed will be vital, and I take

silent prayer to the Moon Goddess, take a deep breath, then take off as if I were shot out of a cannon. I run as fast as I can; my destination is in front of me. If I can just make it there, I can go from there. I start to catch different scents that are beginning to follow

my ears, trying to drown out the yelling I’m hearing. I gulp and keep running, trying to use as much speed as my body allows. My legs are starting to ache, and I feel like passing out.