Kirby’s wedding had been an uncomfortable affair. Rane ended up kicking Logan out after the ceremony finished. Logan’s drunken snide comments were ruining the celebration. Ava felt so sorry for Kirby’s parents who seemed to spend the rest of the event apologizing for Logan’s behavior.
Everything that was happing was making her very reluctant to go anywhere near Logan, true mate or not.
Ava visited her friend Harry, who usually helped her with any physical needs, and had been her fuck buddy when she’d been in heat. The problem now was that she felt no attraction to him. Ava’s wolf hadn’t even let Harry hug her in greeting. Ava tried the werewolf bar, but none of the men turned her on or did anything for her.
The most frustrating thing was her wolf wouldn’t shut up. It howled in her head, Mate. I want our mate. Go find him now. Let’s go get our mate and show him why werewolves are the best. And so on, repeated in her head twenty-four-seven.
Ava desperately needed to let off some built up tension. But she had a big complication as she still lived with her werewolf parents who had super hearing, plus the house was full of kids. It was hard because ever since she’d meet Logan her wolf had turned into a bloody hussy. If she sent her any more erotic images of what she and Logan could be like and what she should do to him— grab him, take him to one of the cabins, tie him down, and… She panted, shaking the images out before she had the chance to voice them out loud.
She groaned as her pussy clenched. The smell of her arousal was so strong she got out of the tub and sprayed the room with perfume to mask the scent from the other wolves in the house. Getting back into the tub, she laid her head back on the bath pillow. She really needed to get a house of her own. Sighing, she thought of all the empty houses around town and which would be best for her.
Ava really didn’t know what to do. She’d dreamed since she was a little girl that she’d find a werewolf mate by the time she was in her fifties-sixties. Ava didn’t want to mate too young. She wanted to enjoy herself before she spent two hundred or so years with a man. One thing she’d always been sure about was that she didn’t want a human mate.
Banging her head against the pillow, she wanted to scream at the universe, “I’m not even twenty-one yet.” Well, in a few weeks Eve and her would be, but being mated this young and to a human didn’t fit in with her plans. “Argh. Fuck you, fate. I bet you’re laughing your ass off about this. This is not what I wanted. I had a plan, damn you.”
Ava sank down into the water as her mother Della knocked on the door. “Honey, is everything okay in there? Who are you talking to?”
She came up out of the water on a groan. “No one, Mum, just singing. Um, sorry, I’ll be quieter.”
Listening to her mother’s footsteps walk away, Ava wondered what she should do. She’d planned on living with her parents for a while, helping her Mum out while enjoying all the chaos. She loved the feeling of knowing she was needed, and she enjoyed helping raise children, cooking, and organizing. Ava was good at all that traditional housework stuff, and she loved children.
When she’d been younger, all the other children, including her twin sister, loved to train, and go for runs in wolf form. Ava would beg to get out of doing any of the physical stuff. She stayed back to help with the younger children, cooking, or doing anything else so she didn’t have to practice fighting.
Ava never dreamed of being a doctor, having a military career, being a fashion designer, becoming a scientist, or anything else. She just wanted to be a wife-mate, mother, and all-round help. But now that she’d started working at the military base she loved it, and didn’t want to give it up. Banging her fists on the bathtub, she decided no matter what the future held she wasn’t going to give up her new job.
A smile grew as a positive side about having a human mate came to her—he wouldn’t care if she worked. Her grin got bigger as she thought of all the things a human mate wouldn’t expect her to give up.
If she was really lucky, her mate wouldn’t even claim her, or he would fight it for a couple of years. Ava laughed, feeling happier than she’d felt in a while.
She got out of the bath, grabbed the phone, and called Faith who answered with, “I’m so in. Let’s do Splash first. I have fond memories of there. It’s my good luck club. Then we’ll all go to Danny’s, it’s a good wind down.”
Ava laughed at her sister-in-law. “Faith, you’re getting freakin good with your powers.”
Faith sighed loudly. “I need cheering up, well, really your brother does. But anytime I look at Arden I get so many different futures it’s starting to really piss me off. And don’t even say Remy’s name in his presence.” Faith groaned. “When I get my hands on her…”