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No | 2025-02-27 03:06 | active | 2643 | 0 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | "You've got to be kidding me. You told my sister I was just intercourse." "I said that because she was feeling bad." "And what about my feelings?" "No one told you to eavesdrop," he retorted pleasantly. "You did that to yourself. You didn't have to bring my wallet over. You did that because you wanted to interfere in my relationship with Sabine, disrupt it. You were, as always, being selfish when it comes to Sabine." June took a few steps to get up on the porch to stand next to me. "Say what?" I placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her from going off half-manhooded at Callum. "This is between my girlfriend and me." Callum didn't look fazed by her at all. I hated how unaffected he was. "Ex-girlfriend," Titus cut in from where he stood at the gate. "She's your ex now, prick. And for the record, she's the most selfless girl I know—so don't you dare call her selfish." ____________ Fleur "It's casual between us. Trust me, you need me; I'm here for you," Callum said as I stood outside Sabine's bedroom. Sabine was crying. "But...she's living with you, Call." "It's temporary." My heart clenched. "I love seeing you here with me, Grian. Love seeing your things mixed with mine." He had started calling me Grian since that first night we had intercourse. When I asked him, he'd been surprised that he'd addressed me in Gaelic. Grian meant sunshine, and it warmed me all the way deep inside, where there had been nothing but cold. "You sure about this, Call?" I was nervous about moving in with my boyfriend of eight months. It felt right to me, but he could be so closed off at times that I'd been surprised when he asked me to live with him. It was the right next step. He had never told me he loved me, but I assumed he did. I'd loved him since Sabine brought him home four years ago. He was her boyfriend's older brother—and my little heart had gone and fallen for him. When he finally noticed me, and we began dating, it had been...magical. The magic show is over, Fleur, I thought, when Callum continued to break my heart. "You're having intercourse with my sister," Sabine accused. "It's just intercourse, Sabine. I have a lot of it with many women." He sounded so calm and patient when he spoke. "I can't take it, Call. It hurts so much. I...have nothing." I stepped into the doorway and saw Sabine in Callum's arms. He was stroking her back, pecking her hair, and murmuring to her. He heard me and looked up to see me. Regret flashed in his eyes, but he didn't let go of Sabine. I held up his wallet. He'd forgotten it at the restaurant where we were celebrating my twenty-sixth birthday. I was worried about him driving without his license. I quietly set the wallet down on Sabine's dresser and walked out of her house—my grandparents' house, the home where I had happy memories. They'd promised it to me, but when Seamus, her husband and Callum's brother died, Sabine had asked to stay where she felt safe. Naturally, my parents had asked me to move out. I understood. I really did. She and Seamus had been in love. Their wedding had been the event of the year in New Orleans. She had been pregnant when he died in an accident. She lost the baby. Since then, Callum had been taking care of his brother's widow. But it had been two years. When would it be my turn to be taken care of? How long would I have to live in Sabine's shadow? I asked the Uber driver to take me to Callum's house on Royal Street that I had moved into a week ago. Thankfully, most of my stuff was still in boxes. I hadn't moved much, just clothes, books, and a few sentimental belongings. Callum's large house was fully furnished. I called June, my friend who worked at Peychaud's, a popular bar in the Quarter. "I need you, Titus, and his truck." "You movin' out?" "Yeah." "We'll be at Hotshot's place in fifteen." The thing with good friends was that you didn't have to explain. They knew. June had never said outright that dating Callum was a bad idea when he was running to take care of Sabine every time she broke a nail, but the heart wanted what it wanted. No problem with that now. My now broken heart just wanted a few Sazeracs. We were in the middle of loading up my things onto Titus's truck when Callum came home. He manhooded an eyebrow when he saw me hand my suitcase over to Titus. The big suitcase looked small in my friend's hands. He was a big man who worked as a bouncer at the bar June worked at; the same one I used to work in to pay for school because if I was going to beg my parents to give me money. They'd been clear: law school or you get nothing. My acquiring a degree in computer science had been scoffed at. The joke was on them. Now, I was a lead programmer at one of the top security software companies in the world. Since my company had several contracts from the Department of Defense, I had a high-security clearance and a good salary. Thankfully, I hadn't yet submitted paperwork on my changing domicile and getting a partner. My apartment in the Marigny was still mine. I hadn't told Callum, but I wouldn't be giving it up because my "secure" office was there. To live-live with Callum, he and I would need to talk about my work, and he'd have to go through some kind of security clearance—and we'd have to outfit one of his guestrooms as my office. That was a major commitment for me. I was wise to be cautious. Less than a week after moving in with Callum, I was already heading back to my own place. "You didn't think we deserved a conversation before you did this?" Callum asked pointedly. It tore at me that he didn't look upset. No, he looked like he was expecting this. He even looked relieved. He was in a pair of linen pants and a shirt. He was usually in a suit and tie, appropriate for the man who ran one of the largest sports investment companies in the country. Seamus and Callum made quite a pair when they were both in their power suits. But Seamus had been the less serious brother—more playful, easy, casual. Maybe that's why he and I had become friends so easily. I smiled tightly at Callum and nodded at June and Titus, who were waiting for me. "After your conversation with Sabine, do you think we need to?" I was going to miss this man. I was going to miss making love with him. I was going to miss eating breakfast with him. I was going to miss talking with him. Laughing with him. "I think so." "Okay. Talk," I challenged him. "I was comforting her. It's hard for her to lose me." I folded my arms to protect myself. "Lose you?" "She's family, Fleur. She's Seamus's wife. She's—" "Priority," I nodded. "I get it. You've told me that several times. But when you asked me to move in, I thought we were more than just two people fuckin', Callum." "We are." He leaned against his doorway. His stance was easy, but his eyes were hard, angry. "I heard what you said to her. You said my moving in was temporary." He shrugged. "So?" "So, that's not what you told me when you asked me to move in, Callum. You spent a month convincing me to." "Maybe we rushed into the living together part," he conceded, and my blood ran cold. I never meant a lot to him. That was clear. "Well, then, it's a good thing I'm all moved out." I waved a hand at his place. I was on the iron lace porch while he stood in his doorway, larger than life. My love, my heart, my man. But he wasn't mine. He never had been. I'd been living in a fool's paradise. "Maybe." He straightened. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" "Why?" He looked confused. "Fleur, you're moving out, I get that, but that doesn't mean we're breaking up." He sounded so sure of himself, so confident, that I burst out laughing. It wasn't a happy sound. "You've got to be kidding me. You told my sister I was just intercourse." "I said that because she was feeling bad." "And what about my feelings?" "No one told you to eavesdrop," he retorted pleasantly. "You did that to yourself. You didn't have to bring my wallet over. You did that because you wanted to interfere in my relationship with Sabine, disrupt it. You were, as always, being selfish when it comes to Sabine." June took a few steps to get up on the porch to stand next to me. "Say what?" I placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her from going off half-manhooded at Callum. "This is between my girlfriend and me." Callum didn't look fazed by her at all. I hated how unaffected he was. "Ex-girlfriend," Titus cut in from where he stood at the gate. "She's your ex now, prick. And for the record, she's the most selfless girl I know—so don't you dare call her selfish." If Titus thought he could intimidate Callum, well, tough sh-it. "We'll talk when you're not so emotional," Callum sighed, as if I were a spoiled child who he wanted to help get over a tantrum. "No," I said quietly. "This is done. Goodbye." I turned around with as much grace as I could muster, even though what I really wanted was to accept his terms, take the crumbs he offered, and keep him any way I could. But after eight months of being with him and still feeling unimportant, I was completely wrung out. "Sabine is your sister. How can you begrudge her my friendship and loyalty?" he demanded, his nostrils flaring. He was finally getting worked up, but on behalf of Sabine, not because I was leaving. "I don't, which is why I'm leaving," I pointed out. "Now, she doesn't have to worry about losing you." "You're being so childish." He shook his head as if disgusted. "Sabine is right...your parents, too. You're just too self-involved and immature for an adult relationship. Well, babe, go running back to your sad little life where you spend your days in a house you need your parents to help you afford; working a terrible job that pays all." Titus and June both gaped at him. I had no idea why Callum thought I didn't make good money. I made high six figures. Probably something my parents or Sabine told him. I had a degree in Computer Science Engineering from Tulane, and I climbed the corporate ladder fast because of my programming and leadership skills. The company had even paid me to get my master's in computer science specializing in AI from MIT. I was one of the youngest senior directors in my company. But Callum didn't seem to have paid attention to my life when we were together. I couldn't tell him a whole lot about my job because of my security clearance, but I'd hoped he'd thought that I was successful in my own right. "What the heck, Fleur?" June asked, baffled. I shrugged. "Doesn't matter." I walked away then, not turning to see him one last time. He'd finally said and done things that killed every last feeling of hope I had for us to make it as a couple. It was time to move on, not just from Callum but my family as well. I needed to surround myself with people who saw me and not the version of me that Sabine painted. I would not mourn the end of this relationship but take it as a lesson for the future. When people show you who they are, believe them—and know they won't change. They can't. Callum My house felt empty without Fleur. She'd been here a week and had taken it over with bright flowers and her light. Now, it felt like it always had. Quiet, clean, modern, and somehow more oppressive than before. She'd packed away her colorful rugs and throws. She'd left a vase with flowers, which now looked forlorn on the steel and glass coffee table. She'd not put her art up—colorful Parisian café prints—but they'd been leaning against my walls, cheering the place up. They were a stark contrast to the expensive original art that hung, which was mostly landscapes; the colors being beige, blue, and black. The moment I saw her at Sabine's, I knew it was over. I had hoped it wouldn't be, but I knew. Fleur never liked Sabine, and it had always rankled me. Sabine was quiet, sophisticated, gentle...frail. Everything Fleur wasn't. Sabine was elegant, while Fleur was the girl next door. Sabine spoke softly and never cursed, while Fleur, well, she had a sailor's mouth. Compared to Sabine and her parents, Fleur definitely seemed like the baby who was switched at birth. I sat down and poured myself a finger of whiskey. The truth was that I always saw myself with a woman like Sabine. If she wasn't Seamus's widow, I think she and I could have a romantic relationship. My attraction to Fleur had been unexpected. Oh, she made eyes at me; she had been since Sabine and Seamus started dating four years ago. It still hurt to think about my brother. He'd gotten into his convertible one day and...after two years, I still waited for him to show up and talk about last night's game. Sabine and he dated for a year before being married for another. They were so in love. It had been a tragedy for her to lose him, for him to lose his beautiful and happy marriage when he'd tasted it for such a short time. And the shock of losing him had driven Sabine to such despair that she'd lost their baby. A piece of Seamus that would have been a balm to my family and me. I adored Sabine for how she loved Seamus. How good she was to him. I loved her because she was family. I admired her for her grace and elegance, her smarts, and her success as a lawyer. We had always been friendly, but we'd become close after Seamus passed. I wondered what my brother would've thought about my relationship with Fleur. He'd told me he liked her, but never spent much time with her—because it bothered Sabine. "Sabine thinks her sister is hitting on me, which she isn't. Fleur is a sweetheart," Seamus told me once when we were having lunch on a Saturday at Paillard in the Marigny. Seamus had just proposed to Sabine, and he was happier than any man had a right to be. "According to Brian, she's a bit selfish, doing her own thing, not particularly family oriented," I said as I perused the menu. I always thought that Fleur had a crush on me. She wasn't my type; she was too plain and nerdy, but it surprised me that she was also trying to get with my brother. Christ! Poor Sabine had one terrible sister. Seamus snorted. "They have a problem with her not being a lawyer. But she's her own person; why does she have to be like them?" "Maybe she isn't smart enough to be a lawyer," I mused. Seamus arched an eyebrow. "You know she has a bachelor's in computer science engineering at Tulane. And she paid for it on her own 'cause Brian and Lenora would only pay for her school if she studied law." "That's their call." I saw no problem with parents withholding their money from their children. Brian and Lenora came from the upper middle class and, with their law firm, had become considerably wealthy. "It's petty," Seamus said. "You're pretty defensive about her, no wonder Sabine doesn't want you spending time with her." He laughed. "Fleur and I are friendly. I pay attention, that's all. Sabine and Fleur are very different people. She dresses like a tomboy and swears like a sailor, and her family believes her friends are not appropriate. But just because Fleur is not like Sabine doesn't mean there's anything wrong with her." "She's definitely not in Sabine's league," I agreed. "Is anyone?" Seamus's eyes twinkled. He was a man in love, and having spent time with his fiancée, I understood. I always thought my brother was lucky to have married someone like Sabine. She'd been the ideal Mrs. Gallagher, even though my parents were cool towards her. I liked Sabine, not as much as Seamus though. I'd never expected to be attracted to Fleur, though—but it happened and was like a sledgehammer in my gut. It was after Mardi Gras when I was with some clients at Maison on Frenchmen's Street, and Fleur was there as well. She was friends with the drummer of the jazz band playing that night. I hadn't seen her for a long while, and the woman in front of me looked nothing like a tomboy. Fleur wasn't tall like Sabine, who was five feet nine inches and model beautiful. Fleur was around five feet four or five. Not petite; not tall. She had a woman's body—clearly visible in the long black dress she wore that covered literally every inch of her. The dress cupped her body, and when I saw her hip, I felt my manhood twitch. That hip was made for intercourse! She wore boots underneath the dress. The femininity of the outfit and the ruggedness of her footwear contrasted drastically—emphasizing her layered personality. Once my clients left, I went and sat at the bar next to her. We'd seen each other earlier and waved to one another. She hadn't come by the table, and I hadn't sought her out either. But now, I felt drawn. "How are you?" I asked after telling the bartender I'd have a shot of Jameson, neat. "Good." She had a bright and broad smile. Her face was not sophisticated like Sabine's. It was happy. Her cheeks were rosy pink and healthy. Her lips were glossy and bright. Her eyes were light brown with dark centers. Her dark hair hung loose in curls around her shoulders—it wasn't styled, just naturally lush. She looked fantastic. Sabine's hair was always coiffed. It wasn't curly like Fleur's, or maybe it was, and she took care of it. Their eyes were different as well. Fleur's were like her mother's, while Sabine's were blue like her father's. Sabine's skin was pale, milky white, while Fleur looked like she got some sun. "You come here a lot?" I made small talk because she didn't seem interested in speaking with me and was more into the drummer with two arms full of tattoos. That was probably her type. Shaggy musician with tats. She looked surprised that I was having a conversation with her. "Yes. I know the band. Jamie, he's playing the drums—he and I were at Tulane together." "Ah." Fu-cking Jamie! "The guy on the guitar is his boyfriend," she continued artlessly; "And Sheena is on drums. Isn't she spectacular? She also plays with the Trumpet Mafia at Frenchmen's Hotel." "Jamie is gay?" I asked, wanting to be precise because I'd had just enough to drink to want to make a play at Fleur Landry, my dead brother's sister-in-law. She chuckled. "I don't know. He's had boyfriends and girlfriends. I think he might be pan. I've never asked." "Have you slept him?" She looked as shocked as I felt by my question. "That's inappropriate, Callum," she said softly and stood up, ready to leave me to my surliness. I wasn't going to apologize. I wanted to know because I wanted to slept her. I wanted to peel off that dress, with its long sleeves and high neck that reached all the way to her ankles, and see what was beneath it. She probably thought she was hiding her body, or maybe not because it molded her boobs, a nice C+ I was sure, and her hip, which, as I noted before, was made for tapping. "Let me rephrase, are you single, Fleur?" Her eyes went wide. "Yes," she whispered. I smiled at her. "Then why don't you sit back down and let me buy you a drink?" And that's how it began. I had her in my bed that night. My head blew off. Best intercourse of my life. Fleur was sensual, generous, and knew how to give and take. I'd never imagined her to be so bold and demanding in bed. It was a complete turn-on. She wasn't just handing control over to me—as much as I liked that, I liked it better when my partner was asking me to bang them hard. 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I liked how she made breakfast while she swayed, listening to jazz in the mornings. I liked how she surprised me with little presents—like a book of poems by Pablo Neruda the day after we discussed poetry, a golf club for mini golf since I'd never played, a walking tour of the haunted houses of New Orleans because even though I'd lived here for most of my adult life, I'd never been. She filled our days with fun. The only time she seemed stiff was when we were around her parents and sister. I was a guy who respected family—would die for them, so I couldn't understand Fleur's reticence. Since my parents moved to Edinburgh and Seamus died, the Landrys were my family in the States. Fleur should've also been my family, but she just didn't seem to care about her parents and sister. I'd asked her about it, and she prevaricated, cementing the idea that she just wasn't the family type. She was flighty and enjoyed spending time with friends and pan-sexual musicians rather than kin. It would never work out between us, but I was enjoying my time with a woman so different from those who I dated before. She wasn't angling for anything from me—no ring, no promise, not even of loyalty and fidelity. She just lived in the moment, and I liked that about being with her. "Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is not here. I want to live in today," she'd told me. "I like living in the present." "What do you like about it?" "Good or bad, my life at the moment is only for a moment. It's not some lifelong sentence or some past trauma to carry. Do you know that the Masai don't have a concept of time? They believe that now is where it's at." "So, you're like the Masai?" I teased. "I'm trying to be," she admitted seriously. "I don't want to dwell on the past because there were more bad times than good, and I don't want to worry about the future because I don't know how it's going to turn out." I never asked her what she meant by more bad times than good. 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Yes | 2025-02-27 03:06 | active | 2643 | 0 | 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 | "You've got to be kidding me. You told my sister I was just intercourse." "I said that because she was feeling bad." "And what about my feelings?" "No one told you to eavesdrop," he retorted pleasantly. "You did that to yourself. You didn't have to bring my wallet over. You did that because you wanted to interfere in my relationship with Sabine, disrupt it. You were, as always, being selfish when it comes to Sabine." June took a few steps to get up on the porch to stand next to me. "Say what?" I placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her from going off half-manhooded at Callum. "This is between my girlfriend and me." Callum didn't look fazed by her at all. I hated how unaffected he was. "Ex-girlfriend," Titus cut in from where he stood at the gate. "She's your ex now, prick. And for the record, she's the most selfless girl I know—so don't you dare call her selfish." ____________ Fleur "It's casual between us. Trust me, you need me; I'm here for you," Callum said as I stood outside Sabine's bedroom. Sabine was crying. "But...she's living with you, Call." "It's temporary." My heart clenched. "I love seeing you here with me, Grian. Love seeing your things mixed with mine." He had started calling me Grian since that first night we had intercourse. When I asked him, he'd been surprised that he'd addressed me in Gaelic. Grian meant sunshine, and it warmed me all the way deep inside, where there had been nothing but cold. "You sure about this, Call?" I was nervous about moving in with my boyfriend of eight months. It felt right to me, but he could be so closed off at times that I'd been surprised when he asked me to live with him. It was the right next step. He had never told me he loved me, but I assumed he did. I'd loved him since Sabine brought him home four years ago. He was her boyfriend's older brother—and my little heart had gone and fallen for him. When he finally noticed me, and we began dating, it had been...magical. The magic show is over, Fleur, I thought, when Callum continued to break my heart. "You're having intercourse with my sister," Sabine accused. "It's just intercourse, Sabine. I have a lot of it with many women." He sounded so calm and patient when he spoke. "I can't take it, Call. It hurts so much. I...have nothing." I stepped into the doorway and saw Sabine in Callum's arms. He was stroking her back, pecking her hair, and murmuring to her. He heard me and looked up to see me. Regret flashed in his eyes, but he didn't let go of Sabine. I held up his wallet. He'd forgotten it at the restaurant where we were celebrating my twenty-sixth birthday. I was worried about him driving without his license. I quietly set the wallet down on Sabine's dresser and walked out of her house—my grandparents' house, the home where I had happy memories. They'd promised it to me, but when Seamus, her husband and Callum's brother died, Sabine had asked to stay where she felt safe. Naturally, my parents had asked me to move out. I understood. I really did. She and Seamus had been in love. Their wedding had been the event of the year in New Orleans. She had been pregnant when he died in an accident. She lost the baby. Since then, Callum had been taking care of his brother's widow. But it had been two years. When would it be my turn to be taken care of? How long would I have to live in Sabine's shadow? I asked the Uber driver to take me to Callum's house on Royal Street that I had moved into a week ago. Thankfully, most of my stuff was still in boxes. I hadn't moved much, just clothes, books, and a few sentimental belongings. Callum's large house was fully furnished. I called June, my friend who worked at Peychaud's, a popular bar in the Quarter. "I need you, Titus, and his truck." "You movin' out?" "Yeah." "We'll be at Hotshot's place in fifteen." The thing with good friends was that you didn't have to explain. They knew. June had never said outright that dating Callum was a bad idea when he was running to take care of Sabine every time she broke a nail, but the heart wanted what it wanted. No problem with that now. My now broken heart just wanted a few Sazeracs. We were in the middle of loading up my things onto Titus's truck when Callum came home. He manhooded an eyebrow when he saw me hand my suitcase over to Titus. The big suitcase looked small in my friend's hands. He was a big man who worked as a bouncer at the bar June worked at; the same one I used to work in to pay for school because if I was going to beg my parents to give me money. They'd been clear: law school or you get nothing. My acquiring a degree in computer science had been scoffed at. The joke was on them. Now, I was a lead programmer at one of the top security software companies in the world. Since my company had several contracts from the Department of Defense, I had a high-security clearance and a good salary. Thankfully, I hadn't yet submitted paperwork on my changing domicile and getting a partner. My apartment in the Marigny was still mine. I hadn't told Callum, but I wouldn't be giving it up because my "secure" office was there. To live-live with Callum, he and I would need to talk about my work, and he'd have to go through some kind of security clearance—and we'd have to outfit one of his guestrooms as my office. That was a major commitment for me. I was wise to be cautious. Less than a week after moving in with Callum, I was already heading back to my own place. "You didn't think we deserved a conversation before you did this?" Callum asked pointedly. It tore at me that he didn't look upset. No, he looked like he was expecting this. He even looked relieved. He was in a pair of linen pants and a shirt. He was usually in a suit and tie, appropriate for the man who ran one of the largest sports investment companies in the country. Seamus and Callum made quite a pair when they were both in their power suits. But Seamus had been the less serious brother—more playful, easy, casual. Maybe that's why he and I had become friends so easily. I smiled tightly at Callum and nodded at June and Titus, who were waiting for me. "After your conversation with Sabine, do you think we need to?" I was going to miss this man. I was going to miss making love with him. I was going to miss eating breakfast with him. I was going to miss talking with him. Laughing with him. "I think so." "Okay. Talk," I challenged him. "I was comforting her. It's hard for her to lose me." I folded my arms to protect myself. "Lose you?" "She's family, Fleur. She's Seamus's wife. She's—" "Priority," I nodded. "I get it. You've told me that several times. But when you asked me to move in, I thought we were more than just two people fuckin', Callum." "We are." He leaned against his doorway. His stance was easy, but his eyes were hard, angry. "I heard what you said to her. You said my moving in was temporary." He shrugged. "So?" "So, that's not what you told me when you asked me to move in, Callum. You spent a month convincing me to." "Maybe we rushed into the living together part," he conceded, and my blood ran cold. I never meant a lot to him. That was clear. "Well, then, it's a good thing I'm all moved out." I waved a hand at his place. I was on the iron lace porch while he stood in his doorway, larger than life. My love, my heart, my man. But he wasn't mine. He never had been. I'd been living in a fool's paradise. "Maybe." He straightened. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" "Why?" He looked confused. "Fleur, you're moving out, I get that, but that doesn't mean we're breaking up." He sounded so sure of himself, so confident, that I burst out laughing. It wasn't a happy sound. "You've got to be kidding me. You told my sister I was just intercourse." "I said that because she was feeling bad." "And what about my feelings?" "No one told you to eavesdrop," he retorted pleasantly. "You did that to yourself. You didn't have to bring my wallet over. You did that because you wanted to interfere in my relationship with Sabine, disrupt it. You were, as always, being selfish when it comes to Sabine." June took a few steps to get up on the porch to stand next to me. "Say what?" I placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her from going off half-manhooded at Callum. "This is between my girlfriend and me." Callum didn't look fazed by her at all. I hated how unaffected he was. "Ex-girlfriend," Titus cut in from where he stood at the gate. "She's your ex now, prick. And for the record, she's the most selfless girl I know—so don't you dare call her selfish." If Titus thought he could intimidate Callum, well, tough sh-it. "We'll talk when you're not so emotional," Callum sighed, as if I were a spoiled child who he wanted to help get over a tantrum. "No," I said quietly. "This is done. Goodbye." I turned around with as much grace as I could muster, even though what I really wanted was to accept his terms, take the crumbs he offered, and keep him any way I could. But after eight months of being with him and still feeling unimportant, I was completely wrung out. "Sabine is your sister. How can you begrudge her my friendship and loyalty?" he demanded, his nostrils flaring. He was finally getting worked up, but on behalf of Sabine, not because I was leaving. "I don't, which is why I'm leaving," I pointed out. "Now, she doesn't have to worry about losing you." "You're being so childish." He shook his head as if disgusted. "Sabine is right...your parents, too. You're just too self-involved and immature for an adult relationship. Well, babe, go running back to your sad little life where you spend your days in a house you need your parents to help you afford; working a terrible job that pays all." Titus and June both gaped at him. I had no idea why Callum thought I didn't make good money. I made high six figures. Probably something my parents or Sabine told him. I had a degree in Computer Science Engineering from Tulane, and I climbed the corporate ladder fast because of my programming and leadership skills. The company had even paid me to get my master's in computer science specializing in AI from MIT. I was one of the youngest senior directors in my company. But Callum didn't seem to have paid attention to my life when we were together. I couldn't tell him a whole lot about my job because of my security clearance, but I'd hoped he'd thought that I was successful in my own right. "What the heck, Fleur?" June asked, baffled. I shrugged. "Doesn't matter." I walked away then, not turning to see him one last time. He'd finally said and done things that killed every last feeling of hope I had for us to make it as a couple. It was time to move on, not just from Callum but my family as well. I needed to surround myself with people who saw me and not the version of me that Sabine painted. I would not mourn the end of this relationship but take it as a lesson for the future. When people show you who they are, believe them—and know they won't change. They can't. Callum My house felt empty without Fleur. She'd been here a week and had taken it over with bright flowers and her light. Now, it felt like it always had. Quiet, clean, modern, and somehow more oppressive than before. She'd packed away her colorful rugs and throws. She'd left a vase with flowers, which now looked forlorn on the steel and glass coffee table. She'd not put her art up—colorful Parisian café prints—but they'd been leaning against my walls, cheering the place up. They were a stark contrast to the expensive original art that hung, which was mostly landscapes; the colors being beige, blue, and black. The moment I saw her at Sabine's, I knew it was over. I had hoped it wouldn't be, but I knew. Fleur never liked Sabine, and it had always rankled me. Sabine was quiet, sophisticated, gentle...frail. Everything Fleur wasn't. Sabine was elegant, while Fleur was the girl next door. Sabine spoke softly and never cursed, while Fleur, well, she had a sailor's mouth. Compared to Sabine and her parents, Fleur definitely seemed like the baby who was switched at birth. I sat down and poured myself a finger of whiskey. The truth was that I always saw myself with a woman like Sabine. If she wasn't Seamus's widow, I think she and I could have a romantic relationship. My attraction to Fleur had been unexpected. Oh, she made eyes at me; she had been since Sabine and Seamus started dating four years ago. It still hurt to think about my brother. He'd gotten into his convertible one day and...after two years, I still waited for him to show up and talk about last night's game. Sabine and he dated for a year before being married for another. They were so in love. It had been a tragedy for her to lose him, for him to lose his beautiful and happy marriage when he'd tasted it for such a short time. And the shock of losing him had driven Sabine to such despair that she'd lost their baby. A piece of Seamus that would have been a balm to my family and me. I adored Sabine for how she loved Seamus. How good she was to him. I loved her because she was family. I admired her for her grace and elegance, her smarts, and her success as a lawyer. We had always been friendly, but we'd become close after Seamus passed. I wondered what my brother would've thought about my relationship with Fleur. He'd told me he liked her, but never spent much time with her—because it bothered Sabine. "Sabine thinks her sister is hitting on me, which she isn't. Fleur is a sweetheart," Seamus told me once when we were having lunch on a Saturday at Paillard in the Marigny. Seamus had just proposed to Sabine, and he was happier than any man had a right to be. "According to Brian, she's a bit selfish, doing her own thing, not particularly family oriented," I said as I perused the menu. I always thought that Fleur had a crush on me. She wasn't my type; she was too plain and nerdy, but it surprised me that she was also trying to get with my brother. Christ! Poor Sabine had one terrible sister. Seamus snorted. "They have a problem with her not being a lawyer. But she's her own person; why does she have to be like them?" "Maybe she isn't smart enough to be a lawyer," I mused. Seamus arched an eyebrow. "You know she has a bachelor's in computer science engineering at Tulane. And she paid for it on her own 'cause Brian and Lenora would only pay for her school if she studied law." "That's their call." I saw no problem with parents withholding their money from their children. Brian and Lenora came from the upper middle class and, with their law firm, had become considerably wealthy. "It's petty," Seamus said. "You're pretty defensive about her, no wonder Sabine doesn't want you spending time with her." He laughed. "Fleur and I are friendly. I pay attention, that's all. Sabine and Fleur are very different people. She dresses like a tomboy and swears like a sailor, and her family believes her friends are not appropriate. But just because Fleur is not like Sabine doesn't mean there's anything wrong with her." "She's definitely not in Sabine's league," I agreed. "Is anyone?" Seamus's eyes twinkled. He was a man in love, and having spent time with his fiancée, I understood. I always thought my brother was lucky to have married someone like Sabine. She'd been the ideal Mrs. Gallagher, even though my parents were cool towards her. I liked Sabine, not as much as Seamus though. I'd never expected to be attracted to Fleur, though—but it happened and was like a sledgehammer in my gut. It was after Mardi Gras when I was with some clients at Maison on Frenchmen's Street, and Fleur was there as well. She was friends with the drummer of the jazz band playing that night. I hadn't seen her for a long while, and the woman in front of me looked nothing like a tomboy. Fleur wasn't tall like Sabine, who was five feet nine inches and model beautiful. Fleur was around five feet four or five. Not petite; not tall. She had a woman's body—clearly visible in the long black dress she wore that covered literally every inch of her. The dress cupped her body, and when I saw her hip, I felt my manhood twitch. That hip was made for intercourse! She wore boots underneath the dress. The femininity of the outfit and the ruggedness of her footwear contrasted drastically—emphasizing her layered personality. Once my clients left, I went and sat at the bar next to her. We'd seen each other earlier and waved to one another. She hadn't come by the table, and I hadn't sought her out either. But now, I felt drawn. "How are you?" I asked after telling the bartender I'd have a shot of Jameson, neat. "Good." She had a bright and broad smile. Her face was not sophisticated like Sabine's. It was happy. Her cheeks were rosy pink and healthy. Her lips were glossy and bright. Her eyes were light brown with dark centers. Her dark hair hung loose in curls around her shoulders—it wasn't styled, just naturally lush. She looked fantastic. Sabine's hair was always coiffed. It wasn't curly like Fleur's, or maybe it was, and she took care of it. Their eyes were different as well. Fleur's were like her mother's, while Sabine's were blue like her father's. Sabine's skin was pale, milky white, while Fleur looked like she got some sun. "You come here a lot?" I made small talk because she didn't seem interested in speaking with me and was more into the drummer with two arms full of tattoos. That was probably her type. Shaggy musician with tats. She looked surprised that I was having a conversation with her. "Yes. I know the band. Jamie, he's playing the drums—he and I were at Tulane together." "Ah." Fu-cking Jamie! "The guy on the guitar is his boyfriend," she continued artlessly; "And Sheena is on drums. Isn't she spectacular? She also plays with the Trumpet Mafia at Frenchmen's Hotel." "Jamie is gay?" I asked, wanting to be precise because I'd had just enough to drink to want to make a play at Fleur Landry, my dead brother's sister-in-law. She chuckled. "I don't know. He's had boyfriends and girlfriends. I think he might be pan. I've never asked." "Have you slept him?" She looked as shocked as I felt by my question. "That's inappropriate, Callum," she said softly and stood up, ready to leave me to my surliness. I wasn't going to apologize. I wanted to know because I wanted to slept her. I wanted to peel off that dress, with its long sleeves and high neck that reached all the way to her ankles, and see what was beneath it. She probably thought she was hiding her body, or maybe not because it molded her boobs, a nice C+ I was sure, and her hip, which, as I noted before, was made for tapping. "Let me rephrase, are you single, Fleur?" Her eyes went wide. "Yes," she whispered. I smiled at her. "Then why don't you sit back down and let me buy you a drink?" And that's how it began. I had her in my bed that night. My head blew off. Best intercourse of my life. Fleur was sensual, generous, and knew how to give and take. I'd never imagined her to be so bold and demanding in bed. It was a complete turn-on. She wasn't just handing control over to me—as much as I liked that, I liked it better when my partner was asking me to bang them hard. We continued to see each other, primarily for intercourse—because it was spectacular. But after a few months, I wanted more, so I told Brian, Lenora, and Sabine that Fleur and I were dating. They were all surprised and warned me that Fleur wasn't really my type. I knew that. But we were having fun. It was casual. I could, as the song went, make Miss Wrong, Right for a few months. But seven months in, she made me feel things I never felt before. I didn't like it when she stayed at her apartment in the Marigny. I didn't like it when she traveled for work. According to Sabine, she worked at some software company and barely made ends meet. She rented an apartment in the Marigny, which didn't look cheap, but Sabine had also told me that Brian and Lenora helped Fleur out financially. I thought that was generous of them, especially since she didn't attend many family functions. Regardless, I wanted her to live with me. I liked waking up to her. I liked how she made breakfast while she swayed, listening to jazz in the mornings. I liked how she surprised me with little presents—like a book of poems by Pablo Neruda the day after we discussed poetry, a golf club for mini golf since I'd never played, a walking tour of the haunted houses of New Orleans because even though I'd lived here for most of my adult life, I'd never been. She filled our days with fun. The only time she seemed stiff was when we were around her parents and sister. I was a guy who respected family—would die for them, so I couldn't understand Fleur's reticence. Since my parents moved to Edinburgh and Seamus died, the Landrys were my family in the States. Fleur should've also been my family, but she just didn't seem to care about her parents and sister. I'd asked her about it, and she prevaricated, cementing the idea that she just wasn't the family type. She was flighty and enjoyed spending time with friends and pan-sexual musicians rather than kin. It would never work out between us, but I was enjoying my time with a woman so different from those who I dated before. She wasn't angling for anything from me—no ring, no promise, not even of loyalty and fidelity. She just lived in the moment, and I liked that about being with her. "Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is not here. I want to live in today," she'd told me. "I like living in the present." "What do you like about it?" "Good or bad, my life at the moment is only for a moment. It's not some lifelong sentence or some past trauma to carry. Do you know that the Masai don't have a concept of time? They believe that now is where it's at." "So, you're like the Masai?" I teased. "I'm trying to be," she admitted seriously. "I don't want to dwell on the past because there were more bad times than good, and I don't want to worry about the future because I don't know how it's going to turn out." I never asked her what she meant by more bad times than good. 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🔥"Harvest Moon: Mated To My Four Stepbrothers"😍💞💕Read more👉👉 | 😍When I was 14, Mom found her Second Chance. I’ve gained four protective big stepbrothers! But I don’t know they are all my Mates and they know it but keep it from me because of my young age... ----------------------------- Chapter 1 Answers Finding your Mate is the best thing for a Lycan or a Werewolf, but finding her when she is not of age, yet.... Four Brothers find their Mate on the Harvest Moon. None of them mention it, she is too young. None of them know they share a Mate. How will they cope with her so close by..... What will happen when they find out the truth... *** Daniel’s P.O.V. I walk into the conference room to see everyone waiting for me, I sit down at the head of the table and take the time to look at my Sonfs before I divert my attention to the other people in the room. “The Council has asked me to pay a visit to a Pack that has requested help. Two of their neighboring Packs are at odds with one another and even though the Pack has remained neutral a few days ago a fight came within their borders.” I hear my Sons growl at my words and I see my Gamma rolling his eyes at the sounds. “No fatalities, but the Council wants me to put a stop to the quarrel. Just to make sure this doesn’t get out of hand.” I tell Brent and Gabe that they will come with me and they nod their acknowledgement of my demand. They have been with me as long as I have been alive, growing up together as their Fathers were my Father’s Beta and Gamma. I leave my Sons in charge during my absence and no one doubts my decision, everyone knows that my Sons can handle the Pack. They have done so for years and it makes it a little easier to travel at request of the Council. Traveling around also means I might be able to find a second chance Mate, something I had not wanted for a long time after losing my first Mate. From the moment we met I had known that we would not have forever. “Dad, where did you go?” Justin asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I look up and see that it is just the five of us, I know exactly why Brent and Gabe left as I had requested them to do so before the meeting. “The four of you have asked me the same two questions over the years and I was never ready to give an answer to those particular questions. Both questions are linked when it comes to answering them. After we lost your Mother we didn’t want a second chance and for that reason we stayed in the Pack’s territory, knowing that we wouldn’t find her here. This changed about five years ago, when I saw an old friend of mine again. He had also lost his first Mate and like me he didn’t want a second chance Mate, but he found her when she accidentally walked on to his territory. He showed me what I was missing in my life, especially if I decide to step down as Alpha. Joshua and I decided after that day that we would start looking for her and let the four of you take more responsibilities when it comes to the Pack. That is the main reason for me to help out the Council if they ask for my help.” I look at my Sons and they all have smiles on their faces, happy that I finally came to my senses. “What is the other question, Dad?” Jayce asks and I know this will be a harder one to answer. “When I met your Mother, the first thing she said to me was “I don’t know how much time we have together” and for a moment I didn’t know what to say to her. I had just met her and she was already talking about leaving me. Your Mother was born with a heart defect and not a single Doctor was able to help her. Every day she lived was a day on borrowed time and your Grandparents were happy with every day they could spend with her.” I let my Sons think about that for a moment before I continue with my story “Your Grandparents were so grateful that she found her Mate and for a few hours we hoped that with us marking each other her problems were solved. But it didn’t turn out that way and your Mother told me to reject her as she was afraid she couldn’t make me happy. Joshua and I told her that she was our Mate until the day she would die and that we would count our blessings for every day we had together. When she found out she was pregnant with you, Jayce, she panicked and for a few moments I was afraid I would lose her right then and there. It happened with every pregnancy and every time she made it through the pregnancy. Only for her to worry every single day that she wouldn’t be able to see all of you grow up, but she did manage to see you all grow up. The only thing she regretted in the end was that she would never meet your Mates or your children. She wanted you to know one thing, thou. She wouldn’t change anything even if it meant she could have spent more time with me. She loved each of you so much and I know she would be proud of the men the four of you have become.” I look at my Sons with tears in my eyes and even though they are all grown up I hear them sobbing. I hug my Sons one by one and I know they will cherish their Mates even more, when they finally find them. Jason helps me pack a suitcase for my visit and when he puts in some regular clothes I look at him questioningly. “Just in case, Dad.” He says as he looks at me with a huge grin on his face. My Sons are all very different in character and I hope they will find the women that will balance them, just as their Mother had been my balance. “Dad, I really hope that you will find her.” Jason whispers as he puts his hand on my shoulder. We are able to find our Mate after we turn eighteen, but only during the Harvest Moon and that is only once a year. Unlike my Sons I don’t have to wait for the Harvest Moon, I will be able to find my Mate on every day of the week. That is the benefit of having lost your first Mate, not that I like that I lost my first Mate. My second chance Mate will be able to find me, even if I am her first Mate. The Council is still trying to figure out why it works this way, but so far they have been unable to find the answers. Jax pulls me from my thoughts as he asks me when I will be leaving. “In the morning, so I can at least get a good night sleep. I just hope it won’t take me too long to resolve this. I want to be home for the Harvest Moon festival. Who knows, maybe you guys get lucky this year.” I answer him. My Sons all roll their eyes at me and I know that they doubt finding her any time soon. Gabe and Brent chuckle, because they know why my Sons are not fans of the festival and truth be told I can’t blame them. Gabe and Brent haven’t found their Mate either, but they seem content with things the way they are. They have been traveling around during the Harvest Moon for two reasons. For one to find their Mate and for the second, they want to know which Packs are not against same gender relationships. Yeah, both my Beta and Gamma are gay and I couldn't care less about it, they are my friends. So, every year they each pick a Pack to travel to and if it is a good Pack, the other will travel there the year after. So far there have been a handful of Packs that don’t like same gender Mates, but for the most part they have been welcomed with open arms. Because we are going away on Council business, they decided to spend this year at home and travel to the Packs they chose next year. They said they didn’t mind waiting another year. Chapter 2 The Lycan Alpha Hunter’s P.O.V. Mom told me to come straight home from school and I know why she is so adamant about it. Our neighbors to the west and south of our territory are at odds with one another. With school positioned near both borders, she is afraid something might happen to me. It has been going on for weeks now and no one knows how or when this will end. Our Alpha has remained neutral during it all, but two weeks ago their fighting had crossed our borders. Luckily no one got killed and only two Warriors had gotten injured , but it had been the reason for our Alpha to contact the Council. Tomorrow, the Alpha of the largest Lycan Pack would be arriving and we all hoped that he would be able to put a stop to this argument between those Packs. “Mom, I’m home.” I shout as I open the door of our cottage. I hear noises coming from the kitchen and a smile crosses my face, because that means Mom is making preparations for dinner. “Hello, Pumpkin. How was school?” She asks as she looks over her shoulder. After I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, I kiss her on the cheek and sit down at the kitchen island. I tell her how my day went and I ask her about her day. As the Pack-Doctor she is always busy and I enjoy the time we get to spend together. She tells me about the new Pack-members our Alpha had welcomed in about a month ago and one of them is also a Doctor. We both know that it means more time for us to spend together and I hope it means we can do some traveling. Maybe Mom will be able to find her Mate, she deserves to be happy and I know her Mate will take care of that for her. I never knew my Father, he died before I was born and from the stories I heard he was a rogue. Mom had met him after she had turned eighteen and he had tricked her. She had never met a Lycan in her life and she had believed every word he told her. He had told her that she wouldn’t feel the bond the way Werewolves do, because he was a Lycan. He told her that his Lycan knew that she was his Mate and that she would feel tingles, but not the pull as between Werewolves. What Mom had not known was that he had spiked her drink and the drugs had made her feel the tingles. When she woke in the morning, they had been mated and marked and that is when she found out that he had tricked her. The Council had been hunting my Father, because my Mother was not his first victim. Her Alpha had banished her from the Pack, her parents had disowned her and the Council had found her a new Pack that took her in. A few weeks after the Council put my Father to death, she found out she was pregnant. She never regretted having me and I know that she loves me whole heartedly. We both just hope that her Mate will understand, if she ever finds him. “Mom, did you hear about the Alpha that is coming here?” I ask her and she nods her head, but she says nothing. I can feel that she is not at ease, that she is anxious about meeting a Lycan again. I get off my seat, walk over to her and hug her as I say, “It will be fine, Mom.” During dinner we talk about traveling, about my education and about Mates. We talk about everything we can think of and soon we realize that it is near midnight. It is a good thing tomorrow is a Saturday or Mom would be flipping out. Aspen’s P.O.V. I almost cut myself, when Hunter asked me about the Lycans that will be staying here for the next few days. When I was informed that the Council was sending an Alpha to help solve the trouble, I was grateful for the help they were sending. That was until I had looked at my Alpha and I knew I wouldn’t like the rest of his story. When he told me that the Alpha of the largest Lycan Pack would be coming, I almost ran from the room. Alpha Malcolm knows my history with Lycans and he felt obligated to inform me personally. He asked me to be present when the Lycans arrived and for a moment I had wanted to scream, but I had just nodded my head. Right now I want to run for the woods as two black SUV's are approaching the Pack-house. Malcolm puts his hand on my lower back and whispers “You will be fine, Aspen. We have your back.” I look at Malcolm as the doors of the SUV’s open and suddenly I hear a vicious growl, while I smell the most enticing scent ever. My head snaps towards the cars and I know that I have just found my Mate. Even though Malcolm knows what is going on, he steps in front of me and so do his Beta and Gamma. My Mate growls even louder and I start to fear for my Alpha and his men. “You might want to calm down a bit, Bad Boy.” I hear Hunter say and I see that she is standing in front of my Mate. He looks at her and my heart rate is picking up its pace. “Your kind has caused her enough pain, so back off.” Hunter growls, I have never seen my Daughter act like this and I fear of what he might do to her. To everyone’s surprise he puts his hands up and takes a step back. “I would like to talk to my Mate, if you don’t mind.” He says as he is looking at me and I hear Hunter whisper “Mom.” I hear my Mate growl and I see the disappointment in his eyes. But Hunter wouldn’t be Hunter if she didn’t see it as well. “Alpha Daniel, you might want to listen to my Mother’s story before you judge her.” Despite being scared I smile at my Daughter’s words, I ask Alpha Malcolm if we can use his office and he just nods his head. “Hunter, you might as well join us. If you don’t mind, Alpha Daniel?” He follows us as we walk into the Pack-house and Hunter grabs my hand to calm my nerves down. My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty and my hands are shaking as I open the door to the office. Hunter slumps down in an armchair as I make my way over to the window, once I know that the door is closed and once my Mate has taken a seat I start telling him my story. As I am talking I can feel him getting up and walking closer, I feel more anxious the closer he gets and I start to lose track of where I am in telling him the truth. The moment he touches me, I stop talking and Hunter finishes my story. “I am sorry.” I whisper. I fear that he will reject me and I can’t blame him if he does. “You were not at fault. He was and he paid the price for it. I am sorry that he fooled you and what your Family did to you. I promise that I will take care of you and your Daughter. I will not turn my back on you, you are my Mate and I will never let you go.” He says as he pulls me in to his arms. I lean my head against his shoulder and release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. He starts to nuzzle my neck and a moan escapes my lips. “Okay, that is my cue to get out of here.” Hunter says as she jumps up and heads for the door. My Mate chuckles as I turn beet-red, because for a moment I forgot that she was in the room with us. Chapter 3 Beating the Gamma Daniel’s P.O.V. The moment I open the door, I smell the most delectable smell I have ever smelled and I know that I have found my second chance. Seeing another man touching what is mine, makes me growl. When I see the three men stepping in front of my Mate, my Lycan really loses his temper and growls even louder. When I hear the young girl speak, I wonder why she is talking so disrespectfully at an Alpha. Until I hear the girl speak again, that is when I know something else happened to my Mate and I really go ballistic. My Lycan loses it when we hear the girl refer to our Mate as Mom, because I realize that my Mate either didn’t wait for me or I am her second chance as well. As Mother and Daughter explain their history, I have to restrain my Lycan from pushing forward. I want my Mate to know that I accept her, no matter what. My Mate turns beet-red at Hunter’s words and I know that she will be a handful. “Alpha, what about the girl?” One of my men links me and I link Gabe to keep an eye on her. “I am at a disadvantage here. You know my name, thanks to your Daughter, but I don’t know yours.” I say as I turn her around. “My name is Aspen.” She says and I can drown in her beautiful deep-brown eyes. I pull her closer against my body, and that is when someone clears their throat. “Sorry to interrupt, Alpha. The girl is not too happy with Gabe watching her.” Brent says and I hear my Mate giggle. Ugh, I love that sound and I will make sure I hear it again and again. “You think that is funny, Beautiful?” I ask her and with a smile on her face she looks up at me, nodding her head. “This is Brent, my Beta. Gabe is my Gamma and he will keep an eye on her, whether she likes it or not.” I say and my Mate bursts out laughing. “I wish him luck.” She says as she is still laughing and Brent and I both stare at Aspen. “Hunter is fourteen and as stubborn and strong-headed as can be. Alpha Malcolm started her training when she was eleven and she out does his best Warriors.” “Alpha, you better get out here.” A Warrior links me and I guess we are going to find out if this has anything to do with Hunter. I grab Aspen’s hand and walk out of the Pack-house. I don’t know if I should be furious or that I should laugh my head off and I opt for the latter as I see Gabe face down with Hunter’s boot in his neck. Aspen and Brent join me as Gabe is still trying to get from under her foot. “Hunter, can you please release my Gamma?” I ask her out of breath. She looks at me and says “This is your Gamma? Maybe you should replace him if he can’t handle a fourteen year old.” Gabe is gawking as the words sink in. She steps away from Gabe and offers him her hand, but Gabe is too busy staring at her. She shrugs her shoulders and walks away, yelling over her shoulder “See you later, Mom.” Gabe finally comes to his senses and gets to his feet, still staring after Hunter. “Alpha, who is that girl?” He asks and I introduce him to Aspen. “I will explain their story later, but Hunter is Aspen’s Daughter.” I see a dumbfounded look on his face and am surprised by his remark “But you’re a Werewolf.” She nods her head, but she doesn’t say anything else. “How old was she?” Is all I ask because I know that Aspen will understand my question. Aspen looks up at me and says, “She was eleven and I am glad that I read up on Lycan shifting or I wouldn’t have known what to do.” My men gasp, because it is very unusual for a Lycan to come out at such a young age. I ask her about Hunter’s training and it turns out that Alpha Malcolm had done some reading up on that topic. Alpha Malcolm lets us know that our rooms are ready, but I already know that I will not be sleeping alone tonight. The only question is where will I be sleeping tonight. “Sorry, but duty calls.” Aspen says. “I am needed at the infirmary and I think you are needed at the south border.” I look at Malcolm and he nods his head. “Fine, but one of my men will be staying with you.” I say and she can tell that I won’t budge on that topic. She shrugs her shoulders and walks off after she gives me a kiss on my cheek. I send Victor with her and he follows her quickly. Victor links me that everything is under control at the infirmary, so Aspen is going home. Knowing that I will be occupied for a while longer, I tell him to go with her. Almost two hours later, things have settled at the south border and I can’t wait to see my Mate. I ask Malcolm on which floor of the Pack-house Aspen lives and he tells me that they live in a cottage, not far from the school. So, I ask if he can show me where Aspen lives as we are on our way to the Pack-house and he points behind us. “Down that dirt-road.” Is all I get out of him. I turn on my heels and quickly find the road he mentioned. I can smell her and my Lycan is going frantic, he wants me to hurry up. I start to walk faster, because like my Lycan I want to be with my Mate. At the front-door I hesitate, but then I open it and shout “Honey, I’m home.” I walk into the kitchen, just in time to see Hunter spitting out whatever she had in her mouth and she almost falls of her chair from laughter. Luckily, I am fast enough to catch her and as I put her back on the chair I say “Take it easy, girl. You could have hurt yourself.” I see tears forming in her eyes and I pull her into my arms, telling her that I am sorry if I startled her. She shakes her head against my chest and I pull back to look at her. “You didn’t startle me; it is just that it has always just been me and Mom. No one else that cared for me, no one else that was there to catch me if I needed it.” “Hunter, I will always catch you. I will always be there if you need me, don’t ever doubt that.” And I know that I have to tell them about my history. “I was once lucky enough to find my fated Mate, but I lost her many years ago. She left me behind with four grown Sons, when she died. After decades of being alone, I started hoping that I would find a second chance and with your Mother I did. We all have a past, whether it is years old or decades old.” Aspen has put her arm around my waist and Hunter has put her hand against my cheek. For the first time since I lost my first Mate, I feel whole again and I tell them both that. Hunter’s P.O.V. Daniel tells about his first Mate and his Sons during dinner and I can’t wait to meet them. No longer an only child and Daniel’s jaw drops when I say those words out loud. “Well, you’re stuck with me now, Dad.” I say teasingly and he reaches over the table to mess up my hair. 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No | 2025-02-27 03:06 | active | 2643 | 0 | A comprehensive mind-body training with a 30+ year history starts this spring 👇 I've been a lead trainer for the Focalizing Institute for 7 years and it's one of those things that I lean on in nearly every coaching session or workshop I teach. If you're someone who is interested in the mind-body connection and wants to expand your skillset in a big way, do take a look at this one: Focalizing helps clients work through the way nervous system capacity and resilience plays roles in over intellectualizing, attachment patterns, chronic shame, and even person's willingness to step out of comfort zones. Click "learn more" to read more and as I say in the video, I recommend downloading the welcome pack to quickly get a sense of what this is about. Thanks, Nick | LEARN_MORE | https://www.theinstitute.org/the-practitioner-cour | Nick Werber | https://www.facebook.com/nicknwerber/ | 133,351 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | www.theinstitute.org | VIDEO | https://www.theinstitute.org/the-practitioner-course | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481085057_1721467792584541_2107345316956812623_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=-pVx2JZ3bIMQ7kNvgGYswJF&_nc_oc=AdgHAxQbljTSEZTYjXkaW6k7sHd_J2o9TLT4vmvq8R2kgnrIQqVDFy68pUFqheN4MrXzC94Kx3Q6rkfjxHFRcxBG&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=AaELf4Jc_Q4d0rYO43V9G5K&oh=00_AYCxGPuMuHWnrjkB3KaK8SoohZ_bk-eZrfb5VgGTJmte6Q&oe=67C5FD6F | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Nick Werber | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-02-27 03:06 | active | 2643 | 0 | 🔥"Harvest Moon: Mated To My Four Stepbrothers"😍💞💕Read more👉👉 | 😍When I was 14, Mom found her Second Chance. I’ve gained four protective big stepbrothers! But I don’t know they are all my Mates and they know it but keep it from me because of my young age... ----------------------------- Chapter 1 Answers Finding your Mate is the best thing for a Lycan or a Werewolf, but finding her when she is not of age, yet.... Four Brothers find their Mate on the Harvest Moon. None of them mention it, she is too young. None of them know they share a Mate. How will they cope with her so close by..... What will happen when they find out the truth... *** Daniel’s P.O.V. I walk into the conference room to see everyone waiting for me, I sit down at the head of the table and take the time to look at my Sonfs before I divert my attention to the other people in the room. “The Council has asked me to pay a visit to a Pack that has requested help. Two of their neighboring Packs are at odds with one another and even though the Pack has remained neutral a few days ago a fight came within their borders.” I hear my Sons growl at my words and I see my Gamma rolling his eyes at the sounds. “No fatalities, but the Council wants me to put a stop to the quarrel. Just to make sure this doesn’t get out of hand.” I tell Brent and Gabe that they will come with me and they nod their acknowledgement of my demand. They have been with me as long as I have been alive, growing up together as their Fathers were my Father’s Beta and Gamma. I leave my Sons in charge during my absence and no one doubts my decision, everyone knows that my Sons can handle the Pack. They have done so for years and it makes it a little easier to travel at request of the Council. Traveling around also means I might be able to find a second chance Mate, something I had not wanted for a long time after losing my first Mate. From the moment we met I had known that we would not have forever. “Dad, where did you go?” Justin asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I look up and see that it is just the five of us, I know exactly why Brent and Gabe left as I had requested them to do so before the meeting. “The four of you have asked me the same two questions over the years and I was never ready to give an answer to those particular questions. Both questions are linked when it comes to answering them. After we lost your Mother we didn’t want a second chance and for that reason we stayed in the Pack’s territory, knowing that we wouldn’t find her here. This changed about five years ago, when I saw an old friend of mine again. He had also lost his first Mate and like me he didn’t want a second chance Mate, but he found her when she accidentally walked on to his territory. He showed me what I was missing in my life, especially if I decide to step down as Alpha. Joshua and I decided after that day that we would start looking for her and let the four of you take more responsibilities when it comes to the Pack. That is the main reason for me to help out the Council if they ask for my help.” I look at my Sons and they all have smiles on their faces, happy that I finally came to my senses. “What is the other question, Dad?” Jayce asks and I know this will be a harder one to answer. “When I met your Mother, the first thing she said to me was “I don’t know how much time we have together” and for a moment I didn’t know what to say to her. I had just met her and she was already talking about leaving me. Your Mother was born with a heart defect and not a single Doctor was able to help her. Every day she lived was a day on borrowed time and your Grandparents were happy with every day they could spend with her.” I let my Sons think about that for a moment before I continue with my story “Your Grandparents were so grateful that she found her Mate and for a few hours we hoped that with us marking each other her problems were solved. But it didn’t turn out that way and your Mother told me to reject her as she was afraid she couldn’t make me happy. Joshua and I told her that she was our Mate until the day she would die and that we would count our blessings for every day we had together. When she found out she was pregnant with you, Jayce, she panicked and for a few moments I was afraid I would lose her right then and there. It happened with every pregnancy and every time she made it through the pregnancy. Only for her to worry every single day that she wouldn’t be able to see all of you grow up, but she did manage to see you all grow up. The only thing she regretted in the end was that she would never meet your Mates or your children. She wanted you to know one thing, thou. She wouldn’t change anything even if it meant she could have spent more time with me. She loved each of you so much and I know she would be proud of the men the four of you have become.” I look at my Sons with tears in my eyes and even though they are all grown up I hear them sobbing. I hug my Sons one by one and I know they will cherish their Mates even more, when they finally find them. Jason helps me pack a suitcase for my visit and when he puts in some regular clothes I look at him questioningly. “Just in case, Dad.” He says as he looks at me with a huge grin on his face. My Sons are all very different in character and I hope they will find the women that will balance them, just as their Mother had been my balance. “Dad, I really hope that you will find her.” Jason whispers as he puts his hand on my shoulder. We are able to find our Mate after we turn eighteen, but only during the Harvest Moon and that is only once a year. Unlike my Sons I don’t have to wait for the Harvest Moon, I will be able to find my Mate on every day of the week. That is the benefit of having lost your first Mate, not that I like that I lost my first Mate. My second chance Mate will be able to find me, even if I am her first Mate. The Council is still trying to figure out why it works this way, but so far they have been unable to find the answers. Jax pulls me from my thoughts as he asks me when I will be leaving. “In the morning, so I can at least get a good night sleep. I just hope it won’t take me too long to resolve this. I want to be home for the Harvest Moon festival. Who knows, maybe you guys get lucky this year.” I answer him. My Sons all roll their eyes at me and I know that they doubt finding her any time soon. Gabe and Brent chuckle, because they know why my Sons are not fans of the festival and truth be told I can’t blame them. Gabe and Brent haven’t found their Mate either, but they seem content with things the way they are. They have been traveling around during the Harvest Moon for two reasons. For one to find their Mate and for the second, they want to know which Packs are not against same gender relationships. Yeah, both my Beta and Gamma are gay and I couldn't care less about it, they are my friends. So, every year they each pick a Pack to travel to and if it is a good Pack, the other will travel there the year after. So far there have been a handful of Packs that don’t like same gender Mates, but for the most part they have been welcomed with open arms. Because we are going away on Council business, they decided to spend this year at home and travel to the Packs they chose next year. They said they didn’t mind waiting another year. Chapter 2 The Lycan Alpha Hunter’s P.O.V. Mom told me to come straight home from school and I know why she is so adamant about it. Our neighbors to the west and south of our territory are at odds with one another. With school positioned near both borders, she is afraid something might happen to me. It has been going on for weeks now and no one knows how or when this will end. Our Alpha has remained neutral during it all, but two weeks ago their fighting had crossed our borders. Luckily no one got killed and only two Warriors had gotten injured , but it had been the reason for our Alpha to contact the Council. Tomorrow, the Alpha of the largest Lycan Pack would be arriving and we all hoped that he would be able to put a stop to this argument between those Packs. “Mom, I’m home.” I shout as I open the door of our cottage. I hear noises coming from the kitchen and a smile crosses my face, because that means Mom is making preparations for dinner. “Hello, Pumpkin. How was school?” She asks as she looks over her shoulder. After I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, I kiss her on the cheek and sit down at the kitchen island. I tell her how my day went and I ask her about her day. As the Pack-Doctor she is always busy and I enjoy the time we get to spend together. She tells me about the new Pack-members our Alpha had welcomed in about a month ago and one of them is also a Doctor. We both know that it means more time for us to spend together and I hope it means we can do some traveling. Maybe Mom will be able to find her Mate, she deserves to be happy and I know her Mate will take care of that for her. I never knew my Father, he died before I was born and from the stories I heard he was a rogue. Mom had met him after she had turned eighteen and he had tricked her. She had never met a Lycan in her life and she had believed every word he told her. He had told her that she wouldn’t feel the bond the way Werewolves do, because he was a Lycan. He told her that his Lycan knew that she was his Mate and that she would feel tingles, but not the pull as between Werewolves. What Mom had not known was that he had spiked her drink and the drugs had made her feel the tingles. When she woke in the morning, they had been mated and marked and that is when she found out that he had tricked her. The Council had been hunting my Father, because my Mother was not his first victim. Her Alpha had banished her from the Pack, her parents had disowned her and the Council had found her a new Pack that took her in. A few weeks after the Council put my Father to death, she found out she was pregnant. She never regretted having me and I know that she loves me whole heartedly. We both just hope that her Mate will understand, if she ever finds him. “Mom, did you hear about the Alpha that is coming here?” I ask her and she nods her head, but she says nothing. I can feel that she is not at ease, that she is anxious about meeting a Lycan again. I get off my seat, walk over to her and hug her as I say, “It will be fine, Mom.” During dinner we talk about traveling, about my education and about Mates. We talk about everything we can think of and soon we realize that it is near midnight. It is a good thing tomorrow is a Saturday or Mom would be flipping out. Aspen’s P.O.V. I almost cut myself, when Hunter asked me about the Lycans that will be staying here for the next few days. When I was informed that the Council was sending an Alpha to help solve the trouble, I was grateful for the help they were sending. That was until I had looked at my Alpha and I knew I wouldn’t like the rest of his story. When he told me that the Alpha of the largest Lycan Pack would be coming, I almost ran from the room. Alpha Malcolm knows my history with Lycans and he felt obligated to inform me personally. He asked me to be present when the Lycans arrived and for a moment I had wanted to scream, but I had just nodded my head. Right now I want to run for the woods as two black SUV's are approaching the Pack-house. Malcolm puts his hand on my lower back and whispers “You will be fine, Aspen. We have your back.” I look at Malcolm as the doors of the SUV’s open and suddenly I hear a vicious growl, while I smell the most enticing scent ever. My head snaps towards the cars and I know that I have just found my Mate. Even though Malcolm knows what is going on, he steps in front of me and so do his Beta and Gamma. My Mate growls even louder and I start to fear for my Alpha and his men. “You might want to calm down a bit, Bad Boy.” I hear Hunter say and I see that she is standing in front of my Mate. He looks at her and my heart rate is picking up its pace. “Your kind has caused her enough pain, so back off.” Hunter growls, I have never seen my Daughter act like this and I fear of what he might do to her. To everyone’s surprise he puts his hands up and takes a step back. “I would like to talk to my Mate, if you don’t mind.” He says as he is looking at me and I hear Hunter whisper “Mom.” I hear my Mate growl and I see the disappointment in his eyes. But Hunter wouldn’t be Hunter if she didn’t see it as well. “Alpha Daniel, you might want to listen to my Mother’s story before you judge her.” Despite being scared I smile at my Daughter’s words, I ask Alpha Malcolm if we can use his office and he just nods his head. “Hunter, you might as well join us. If you don’t mind, Alpha Daniel?” He follows us as we walk into the Pack-house and Hunter grabs my hand to calm my nerves down. My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty and my hands are shaking as I open the door to the office. Hunter slumps down in an armchair as I make my way over to the window, once I know that the door is closed and once my Mate has taken a seat I start telling him my story. As I am talking I can feel him getting up and walking closer, I feel more anxious the closer he gets and I start to lose track of where I am in telling him the truth. The moment he touches me, I stop talking and Hunter finishes my story. “I am sorry.” I whisper. I fear that he will reject me and I can’t blame him if he does. “You were not at fault. He was and he paid the price for it. I am sorry that he fooled you and what your Family did to you. I promise that I will take care of you and your Daughter. I will not turn my back on you, you are my Mate and I will never let you go.” He says as he pulls me in to his arms. I lean my head against his shoulder and release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. He starts to nuzzle my neck and a moan escapes my lips. “Okay, that is my cue to get out of here.” Hunter says as she jumps up and heads for the door. My Mate chuckles as I turn beet-red, because for a moment I forgot that she was in the room with us. Chapter 3 Beating the Gamma Daniel’s P.O.V. The moment I open the door, I smell the most delectable smell I have ever smelled and I know that I have found my second chance. Seeing another man touching what is mine, makes me growl. When I see the three men stepping in front of my Mate, my Lycan really loses his temper and growls even louder. When I hear the young girl speak, I wonder why she is talking so disrespectfully at an Alpha. Until I hear the girl speak again, that is when I know something else happened to my Mate and I really go ballistic. My Lycan loses it when we hear the girl refer to our Mate as Mom, because I realize that my Mate either didn’t wait for me or I am her second chance as well. As Mother and Daughter explain their history, I have to restrain my Lycan from pushing forward. I want my Mate to know that I accept her, no matter what. My Mate turns beet-red at Hunter’s words and I know that she will be a handful. “Alpha, what about the girl?” One of my men links me and I link Gabe to keep an eye on her. “I am at a disadvantage here. You know my name, thanks to your Daughter, but I don’t know yours.” I say as I turn her around. “My name is Aspen.” She says and I can drown in her beautiful deep-brown eyes. I pull her closer against my body, and that is when someone clears their throat. “Sorry to interrupt, Alpha. The girl is not too happy with Gabe watching her.” Brent says and I hear my Mate giggle. Ugh, I love that sound and I will make sure I hear it again and again. “You think that is funny, Beautiful?” I ask her and with a smile on her face she looks up at me, nodding her head. “This is Brent, my Beta. Gabe is my Gamma and he will keep an eye on her, whether she likes it or not.” I say and my Mate bursts out laughing. “I wish him luck.” She says as she is still laughing and Brent and I both stare at Aspen. “Hunter is fourteen and as stubborn and strong-headed as can be. Alpha Malcolm started her training when she was eleven and she out does his best Warriors.” “Alpha, you better get out here.” A Warrior links me and I guess we are going to find out if this has anything to do with Hunter. I grab Aspen’s hand and walk out of the Pack-house. I don’t know if I should be furious or that I should laugh my head off and I opt for the latter as I see Gabe face down with Hunter’s boot in his neck. Aspen and Brent join me as Gabe is still trying to get from under her foot. “Hunter, can you please release my Gamma?” I ask her out of breath. She looks at me and says “This is your Gamma? Maybe you should replace him if he can’t handle a fourteen year old.” Gabe is gawking as the words sink in. She steps away from Gabe and offers him her hand, but Gabe is too busy staring at her. She shrugs her shoulders and walks away, yelling over her shoulder “See you later, Mom.” Gabe finally comes to his senses and gets to his feet, still staring after Hunter. “Alpha, who is that girl?” He asks and I introduce him to Aspen. “I will explain their story later, but Hunter is Aspen’s Daughter.” I see a dumbfounded look on his face and am surprised by his remark “But you’re a Werewolf.” She nods her head, but she doesn’t say anything else. “How old was she?” Is all I ask because I know that Aspen will understand my question. Aspen looks up at me and says, “She was eleven and I am glad that I read up on Lycan shifting or I wouldn’t have known what to do.” My men gasp, because it is very unusual for a Lycan to come out at such a young age. I ask her about Hunter’s training and it turns out that Alpha Malcolm had done some reading up on that topic. Alpha Malcolm lets us know that our rooms are ready, but I already know that I will not be sleeping alone tonight. The only question is where will I be sleeping tonight. “Sorry, but duty calls.” Aspen says. “I am needed at the infirmary and I think you are needed at the south border.” I look at Malcolm and he nods his head. “Fine, but one of my men will be staying with you.” I say and she can tell that I won’t budge on that topic. She shrugs her shoulders and walks off after she gives me a kiss on my cheek. I send Victor with her and he follows her quickly. Victor links me that everything is under control at the infirmary, so Aspen is going home. Knowing that I will be occupied for a while longer, I tell him to go with her. Almost two hours later, things have settled at the south border and I can’t wait to see my Mate. I ask Malcolm on which floor of the Pack-house Aspen lives and he tells me that they live in a cottage, not far from the school. So, I ask if he can show me where Aspen lives as we are on our way to the Pack-house and he points behind us. “Down that dirt-road.” Is all I get out of him. I turn on my heels and quickly find the road he mentioned. I can smell her and my Lycan is going frantic, he wants me to hurry up. I start to walk faster, because like my Lycan I want to be with my Mate. At the front-door I hesitate, but then I open it and shout “Honey, I’m home.” I walk into the kitchen, just in time to see Hunter spitting out whatever she had in her mouth and she almost falls of her chair from laughter. Luckily, I am fast enough to catch her and as I put her back on the chair I say “Take it easy, girl. You could have hurt yourself.” I see tears forming in her eyes and I pull her into my arms, telling her that I am sorry if I startled her. She shakes her head against my chest and I pull back to look at her. “You didn’t startle me; it is just that it has always just been me and Mom. No one else that cared for me, no one else that was there to catch me if I needed it.” “Hunter, I will always catch you. I will always be there if you need me, don’t ever doubt that.” And I know that I have to tell them about my history. “I was once lucky enough to find my fated Mate, but I lost her many years ago. She left me behind with four grown Sons, when she died. After decades of being alone, I started hoping that I would find a second chance and with your Mother I did. We all have a past, whether it is years old or decades old.” Aspen has put her arm around my waist and Hunter has put her hand against my cheek. For the first time since I lost my first Mate, I feel whole again and I tell them both that. Hunter’s P.O.V. Daniel tells about his first Mate and his Sons during dinner and I can’t wait to meet them. No longer an only child and Daniel’s jaw drops when I say those words out loud. “Well, you’re stuck with me now, Dad.” I say teasingly and he reaches over the table to mess up my hair. 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