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Chapter Three

Myra

"What a day! And strangely, I’ve been feeling waves of hot spells all day." Myra thought as she logged a couple of shopping bags up the front step of her twin’s house, with sweat pouring down her back.

Myra had discarded her cardigan earlier in the day, resisting the urge to pant like her vixen spirit.

“Thank goodness another being... please tell me you have come to save me from myself.” Myrielle cried when she opened the front door and pulled Myra in for a tight hug. It was somewhat uncomfortable and difficult to do with her massive pregnant belly in the way.

“Why are you on your feet? You should be on bedrest, sister darling.”

Myrielle pouted while Myra laughed, nodding her head for them to go inside.

“Please don’t tell Benji. Umm, where’s your jeep? You look like a drenched puppy.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, sis. As for my jeep, it’s still in the Garage. I wish Megan would stop screwing Baron long enough for him to do his job.” Myra smiled as she placed the shopping bags on the kitchen counter. She then headed straight for the fridge pulling out a bottle of iced cold water.

“I hope I got everything you wanted... thinking about baking a cake in your condition?” Myra quizzed her.

“Ummm...” Myrielle stuttered. She looked guilty before squealing as she unpacking a jar of vanilla frosting and Nutella. “You are a Godsend... hand me that jar of pickles while you’re in the fridge, please?”

“What are you?” Myra started to question as she handed Myrielle the jar while resting the cool bottle against her hot skin.

Myrielle took out a pickle, sucked the juices off it, and then stuck it into the Nutella and the vanilla frosting.

“You wouldn’t?? Oh God, you did.” Myra gagged as Myrielle’s eyes rolled back as she slowly chewed the strange combination. “Your pregnancy cravings are disgusting.”

“Don’t knock it till you try it... by the way, what’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know... I was fine just before school started this morning. However, about twenty minutes into my first class session, I started feeling uneasy. It’s like I was experiencing hot flashes.”

“Hot flashes??” Myrielle looked at her in confusion, then a smile slowly crept up on her face. “Like in waves? Almost to the point where you feel the need to rip your clothes off and hump every adult male insight?”

“Y-yes? I stood in the freezer section of the grocery store, just basking in the cold air for a solid ten minutes, trying and failing to control the heat radiating off my body.”

Myrielle dropped the pickle and started laughing. At first, Myra stared at her twin in confusion, but the longer, louder and harder Myrielle laughed; her confusion turned to panic.

“Hey, you’ll laugh that pup right out of you. Stop it.”

“It’s not hot flashes, dummy. You’re in heat.”

Myra stared at her twin before laughing herself.

It was now her turn to have one of those gut-busting type of laughter. She grabbed onto her stomach as she doubled over, trying to breathe and control herself.

“Me? In heat? Apart from weird pregnancy cravings, you also have pregnancy brain.” Myra said as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Trust me. I remembered the first time I went into heat. It was just before Benji and I met...” Myrielle stopped suddenly and grabbed Myra’s shoulders. “Oh my God, your mate! They’re near.”

“I am not in heat... I must be coming down with something. Stop all this crazy nonsense about mates. Geez, misery seriously loves company.”

“I’m so happy for you... you’re gonna be mated.”

“No, I’m getting sick... and possibly wasted... Megan is forcing me to go to the club tonight, and I need a pair of shoes to complement my outfit.”

“In heat and clubbing... stock up on condoms!” Myrielle shouted to Myra’s back as she exited the kitchen.

“Drinks, you horny pregnant weirdo... only drinks and possibly lots of dirty dancing... so please shut up.” Myra rolled her eyes as she entered Myrielle and Benji’s bedroom and headed straight for the closet. Myrielle had a wall of shoes of varying heights and colours.

“Sure... drinks.”

“You know you’re pregnant right? Some of these shoes should be illegal for someone in your condition.” Myra said, shaking her head.

“You sure you want to borrow a pair?? They’re the reason I’m in this condition.”

Myrielle smiled, brightly as she climbed into the bed, rubbing her protruding stomach while texting someone on her phone.


Sloan

Sloan stood under his shower, letting the cold water cascade down his body as he endeavoured to forget this strange day. Particularly his brief conversation with his father that morning.

~Memory~

“What do you mean “it’s beginning”?” Sloan asked his father.

“You will see...” Theo laughed at his son as he walked away, howling with laughter.

~End of memory~

"All day, I’ve been sexually frustrated, and my wolf was just as uneasy and restless. I would think sitting in a meeting with a room filled with the Elders would help stop or curve the surge of sexual hunger I’ve been feeling. I even tried imagining the room engaged in massive orgy, but my hard-on refused to go away." He thought about his day.

He looked down, and there it was, his continuous erection, hard as a fucking rock.

"Maybe I should call Eliz..." Before the thought could complete, his cock deflated, and his wolf growled in dissatisfaction and disgust.

“What do you want from me?” He growled, punching the shower wall in frustration. His knuckles immediately started to bleed before the healing process stopped it. He rinsed the blood off his hands and gazed at the red bruises before they disappeared.

“WHAT?!” He called out angrily as someone briefly tapping on his bathroom door.

“Get dressed, Princess... we’re going clubbing,” Tristan called from the bedroom.

“Yes, my Queen!” He replied, switching off the water. ”Random pussy, just what I need."

His wolf once again growled in disgust at the thought. ”Shut the fuck up... do you have a better idea?"

Forty-five minutes later, Sloan met up with Tristan and Declan in the foyer. They were all dressed in designer suits. Sloan had a dark grey suit with a white button-down shirt opened up at the neck. Tristan opted for a brown suit and a french blue button-down shirt. Declan was in his usual all-black suit and shirt.

Declan was issuing orders to a group of Pack members, all shifters of different species. Each was tasked with protecting the territory’s perimeter, and they were to report anything suspicious.

“Dismissed...” The group saluted him and broke off into pairs as they exited the house.

“Where’s your cockblocker?” Declan asked sweetly, and Tristan snorted.

“Not coming...” Sloan shrugged, using the entryway mirror to tie his hair up into a messy man bun. Tristan threw his arm over his brother’s shoulder.

“He’s finally seen the light... and has returned to the other side.”

“About bloody time, first rounds are on me,” Declan smirked, causing Sloan to roll his eyes at him.

“I know you all didn’t like her, but you don’t need to be so damn happy about it.”

Declan continued like Sloan didn’t speak. “Fucking ecstatic! That wolf is as toxic as the toxic fallout in Chernobyl. I am just glad you are finally free of her poison, and I hoped you welcomed back your balls vigorously.”

“Fuck off.”

“Children, shall we go hunting.” Tristan cheered.

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