Trinity scoffed. “I’m not going through that again.”
I sighed and grabbed the pajama pants Trinity had tossed to the floor earlier. “Me either.” The twins were four and still sharing a room because every time we tried to separate them, they’d cried themselves to sleep, and every morning, we found both of them in one of their rooms. But it was damn frustrating when Nyx insisted on needling his sister.
I peeked in on our two-year-old, Zara, and our six-month-old, Sage, finding them both fast asleep. Then I made my way to the twin’s room.
Greenlee was curled up on her mattress, a lump under her comforter, and Nyx was faking sleep across the room in his own bed. “Pumpkin,” I said softly as I sat down beside Greenlee.
She poked her head out, and relief flooded her features when she saw it was me. “Monsters,” she whispered.
I nodded solemnly and got down on my knees so I could bend over and peer beneath the bed. Then I pushed her brown curls away from her face and told her, “No monsters, pumpkin.”
“Are you sure? Nyx said—”
“Nyx was teasing you, Greenlee,” I assured her, throwing a disapproving glance in my son’s direction. He’d obviously been watching the exchange because his eyes slammed shut and he pretended to snore. “I’ll talk to him in the morning.” My tone was stern for his benefit, and I knew he got the message when he groaned and flopped to his other side to face the wall.
I helped my daughter straighten out her covers and tucked her in before kissing her forehead. “Sweet dreams, pumpkin.”
“Love you, Daddy,” she said around a big yawn. My heart squeezed, and I smiled. I fucking loved being called that.
“Love you, too.” I padded over to Nyx’s bed and leaned over to kiss his forehead as well. “Love you, little troublemaker,” I murmured. He opened his eyes and looked up at me with trepidation.
“Even when you’re mad?”
I smiled and tucked his covers around him as I replied, “Your mom and I will always love you. No matter what. We’re just disappointed when you misbehave.”
Tears welled in his eyes, and I immediately felt like an ogre. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Thanks, bud. But make sure you apologize to your sister in the morning.” He nodded, and his eyes drooped as he yawned. “Sweet dreams, Nyx.”
Quietly, I shut their door and made my way back to the master suite, intent on finishing what I’d started. Unfortunately, my mate was sound asleep, and I knew she was exhausted from working on an addition to her restaurant for the past couple of months. I wanted her to get some much-needed rest, so I pivoted directions and trudged to the bathroom for an ice-cold shower.
It only helped for a few minutes because the minute I slid back into bed with my tigress and wrapped myself around her naked body, I was dripping with the desire to be inside her. I told myself she needed rest and nuzzled her neck, licking the mark I’d branded her with over five years ago. Contentment filled me, and I thought about the curse Cason and I had been so sure would keep us from ever finding our mates. After what happened to Aaron, I had almost written it off altogether, which meant I was even more grateful for the life I’d been given. I was one lucky son of a bitch, and I had no idea what I’d done to deserve my sweet mate and our pups. However, I was determined to prove I was worthy of them every day for the long future stretched out in front of us.
Just in case you missed it, the scene where Damon finds Trinity at Tane’s house is included from Trinity’s perspective in the Shifted Love Volume 1 collection as a part of an extra epilogue to Her Tiger.
Cason & Peppa’s story is up next in Her Destiny!
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The writing duo of Elle Christensen and Rochelle Paige team up under the Fiona Davenport pen name to bring you sexy, insta-love stories filled with alpha males. If you want a quick & dirty read with a guaranteed happily ever after, then give Fiona Davenport a try!
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