Her Forever (Book 5)- Chapter 2

Thaddeus’ POV

The owner of the pound, who said his name was Elliot to Trinity, grabbed two chained leashes and stood outside the cage door. His face was priceless as he saw two of his worst tenants purring like kittens. I rubbed my face on Trinity’s thigh again for good measure while he coughed into his fist. “Here are their leashes,” he spoke gruffly as he held onto a clipboard.

“Are those bullet holes?” Theon mind-linked me.

h of a horn ball as I was; he just uses logic more than his d**k.

l wagged as she petted the top of his head. Naturally, I nudged her leg to get the same attention. She started giggling while the white-haired Elliot kept his mouth agape.

later, she was handed our adoption papers and stood up to walk us out the door. Our parents would have a field day with this one; hell, our friends

-a*s wolves, and we were going to go off and live with her. The big question was, how were we going to break the news to her what we were. Theon looked up at our mate. He was already in love; hell, I was too. The goddess gave her to us, and we would treat her right, love her and protect her.

t shift right in her living room. We would be stark naked. This had to be tactful, and that was Theon’s department. I was do or die, rip it off like a damn band-aide. I huffed, causing Theon to look over me closely.

d sat back down in his chair.

s, I know you aren’t dogs. I don’t know why the hell this podunk town thought so too. You’re wolves and if you want to be free, go on. If not, you can come home to live with me. I’d actually really like it if you came with me,” she mumbled while s

ones too. Sons of the strongest Alpha in centuries.

rs for her some stupid humans would not keep us away. We just had to stay away from any silver smoke

A few holes littered the driver’s side door.

et holes?” Theon mind-lin

rumbled back. “What kind of s**t is she ru

ime,” Theon scanned the area before hopping in the back of the SUV.

dy had our hands full with a fiery redhead.

rinity’s

y, let alone two.

l their lives and the generations before them.

n my beat-up SUV.

gest I had stayed at any one location the past year, and I no longer looked behind my back as much as I used to. The fear of someone always watching me was still there, but not as prominent as before since coming to America.

cy saw me pull up the moment I entered the town. They didn’t get many new people around here if any. Stacy took me in, took me to her own tiny home with her parents. I gave them the story I gave to everyone when I entered

t my relationships, lies. I wasn’t hiding from an ex-boyfriend or lover. I was

ner were the only ones on the payroll. It was a library/book store, really. People came in a

nty years, maybe longer if I played my cards right. My mother was my rock and the only sane one in my family. I was never sure how she met my father, or maybe he just took her and told her she was his.

places. My father would brag to his friends and business partners at the mansion what a phenomenal woman she was, the perfect wife and housekeeper to an estate housed a dozen guards. That was all on the outside of their relationship; behind closed doors, she was miserable.

hey are scared. They thankfully didn’t and immediately perked up when they saw me walking out of the tiny store.

ayed in. If my father ever searched the house, he would find nothing but useless nick-nacks and nothing personalized. I wouldn’t have to move if he couldn’t find any evidence of me living there.

elt like my s***m donor wasn’t looking for me here. I grew up in the lap of luxury. Private tutors swim lessons, musical instrument lessons, you name it, I was thrown into the world of educat

ave to study hard because your body will get you nowhere,” he spat at me. I was twelve years old when those words left my father’s mouth. They burned into me like a cigarette to paper, lighting a fire to all the self-confidence I ever had. “I can’t believe you came out of your mother,” he would grumble and walk away.

mous businessman in Italy, was gone for weeks and months at a time. Mother would join him a few days here or there but always beg to return home to me