Wild Love -- The Wild Love Chronicles.

ish it. It's fully furnished, equipped with everything a reader could want. Towering shelves line the

Francia instructed. We've grown a little close lately. She's h

our ass out of here," she snaps suddenly,

asy." I grin, adjustin

ays struggled with. But this space? Even I want to pick up a book and

ing at someone else to hear me. I open the box, curious, an

en the third, Does It Hurt? by H.D. Carlton. These titles are... sugge

to make sense of

n,

dawns, the book slipping fr

when she sees my expression and the book on the fl

poor

," I manage to s

book dominated by sex scenes. We don't wa

about you grab us coffee from the c

," I mutter, shaking my he

to leave, th

o longer here? Then again, she didn't stay long enough for me to love her. Just long enough to b

since Camille attacked me, and I've been avoiding he

st child has made her unpredictable. But that doesn't excuse her hurting me. Still,

pack member behind the counter. I need coffee for nearly ten p

counter, I'm surpri

ees, mixed blends, and a

. "It'll take a few minutes. Can yo

nd I raise a brow

say, and

." She repeats my

arring glinting against the cushion. I pick it up, and my senses tingle. There's somethin

clears their throat beside me. I turn,

r, tighter-knit. Maybe thirty members max. I can't explain how I know she's a wi

" I

les. "I

y," I

nts had a sense of humo

er hair. "Matc

fault it makes me look like m

see a cool w

and I realize I have

," I

You're the Lycan. The

an alive," I

or a beat and th

s hell sometimes. Cryptic and cagey with

g my voice low, "wh

ons," she whispers wi

ke my head. Cre

Luc!" the b

back to Blu. "Nic

e order, and head for the door, ig

box and take a bite, ju

g my balance, and f

d she's wit

I raised you better t

anishes as I loo

ary. Francia spots us, takes the coffe

of the nooks, away

ru," Mom

alling me that. "Luc" stuck, only Mo

r about you avoidi

s of friendship. They're so close, it sometime

I say simply, taking a

y," Camil

, setting the

hurt you. And you were right, I was lashing out. Blaming yo

d sl

er that kind of pain, just shows how much respect you deserve. You're a good person,

ot angry anymore. Tha

cuts in, "we've de

, knowing exactly

you move on, from A

I don't need help. I'm capa

nd I do. Because w

t half your life waiting for that girl, and all you got

u. But I want to change that. We've both lived for our children. Now it's time to l

r, then laugh

chuck

erything they've said. "I'

y laugh

I fr