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I am amazed and awestruck at the two little bundles in my arms, unable to tear my gaze from the little creatures we created. The nurse brings baby three over, bundled up in a hospital blanket and Everly coos as she tries to see. I lean down so she can see better and the nurse places baby three on her chest for a few moments.

All Everly’s panic slips away the moment she does, and the bond blooms with love and tenderness. Never in my life have I ever felt so complete. After the nurse checks Everly and they’re stitching her up, the nurse awkwardly places baby three in my arms, and I stare down at our three perfect little girls. I can't wait for Valarian to meet his little sisters.

ChapterForty-Five

Macey

I awake to fingertips brushing up and down my arm. The chill in the air makes me inhale deeply as tingles spread up my skin where his fingertips caress. I pretend to remain asleep when the vibration of a phone ringing beside my head buzzes and vibrates against the wooden table it’s sitting on.

My mate growls, and where I’m lying dips, so I know I’m on a bed—the jostling movement as he climbs off reinforces that. Eyes fluttering open, I squint, remembering to remain calm and keep my heart rate down as I try to take in my surroundings.

Brown wall paneling covers the walls and is the first thing I notice in the dimly lit room. The old-fashioned lamp with a floral shade makes very little light in the room, and the smell of burning wood reaches my nose—it smells somewhat damp, making the scent a little too strong, reminding me of pine needles. The crackling sound reaches my ears at the same time his voice does.

“What is it, Father?” Carter asks. At least I know who he’s on the phone with.

“Not my problem. I did my part. I am done now. Find your own way into the city to enact your revenge. I want no part of it anymore,” he growls into the phone.

“I have better things to entertain myself with, but I left half the money in the mining tunnels for you. It should tide you over for a while.”

Momentary silence has me lifting my head, which is a mistake on my behalf.

In my drowsy state, he sounded further away. Turns out, he’s only a couple of feet away, and as I turn, I catch his eye. Carter smirks at me, turning away, and I glance around to find I’m in some small cabin.

“Contact Clarke; he may help you,” Carter tells his father before I hear yelling through the handset. My eyes flick to Carter to see him pull the phone from his ear and glare at it before he lets out a growl.

“Well, I told you he was a moron. If he has gotten himself locked up, what do you expect me to do about it? Figure it out. This is no longer my problem,” he snaps back before hanging up.

I swallow when I watch him set his phone down and I quickly wiggle up on the bed, only to find I have nothing on but my bra and panties. I tug the itchy, brown blanket higher, and Carter purrs before stepping closer and crawling onto the bed.

I watch him. He’s a predator, and I refuse to be his prey. Bond or not, he’s not my Alpha, and I will never be his Luna.

“Did you rest well, Love?” he asks and I nod, watching him as he moves closer before I turn my head, looking out the window. I’m met with total darkness, my own face reflecting at me in the window. The place, as far as I can tell, is somewhere deep in the woods. I can hear owls and night creatures outside.

“Where are we?” I ask, turning to look at Carter again.

“In the woods,” he purrs, and I lift my knees, drawing the blanket closer.

“Yes, butwhere?” I ask him.

“My mother's place. She built it with the forsaken,” he says.

“She built this place?”

“Yes, they aren't all crazed. Some still hold some sense. Though she was too far gone by the time I found her,” Carter tells me.

“The rest of the forsaken?” I ask.

“Dead. I killed them, and those that I didn't kill, your rogues did in the attack. It is perfectly safe out here,” he tells me. I continued to watch him carefully, not liking the sparkle of excitement in his eyes.

“Safe enough to bring Taylor here when I go back for her,” he says, and I have to fight back a snarl. “I know it isn't what you expected, but it is only temporary until the heat dies down, and then we will flee the country,” he tells me, gripping the blanket and tugging it down.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I tell him abruptly.

“There is an outhouse,” he says, and I quickly get out of bed. The floorboards creak under my feet, and he watches me.

I try to take in my surroundings, yet when I move off the bed, the clang of chains makes me notice the thing around my ankle.

“Just precautionary, my love. I wasn't sure how you would wake,” he tells me as I stare down at the chain from my leg to the bed.

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