The Matriarch's Children

Her husband had cleaned out their accounts and left her without resources and five children. If she was anyone else, she’d lay down and die. But she was Lucille’s daughter and she’d not forgotten the things her mother had taught her. Now she would go home with her tail between her legs and lick her wounds. There would be no romance for her and none of that paranormal bullshit.

Her husband had died, and she needed to get her head together. Almost a year had passed, and things weren’t good. There was nowhere to go but home. Once she arrived everything went well except that wolf from the council her mother had to put up with, Grant. He got on her nerves.

She had four kids, two with her husband and two before. That didn’t matter. It was time to go. He’d drank, whored, and gambled their way to the edge of bankruptcy and there was nothing left here for her or the kids anymore. Now they were headed back to where she was from. Home. She’d distanced herself from her family because her life was nothing to be proud of.

He’d been married and had four kids. Now his wife was dead, murdered. His secrets were overtaking him, and he needed someone to hold onto. This female he’d met at his mothers tempted him, but he feared bringing her into the danger that was his life.

His life had fallen apart, and he’d not been married a year. The great new job, the only thing stable in his life after he’d filed for divorce, would have to be given up. He’d be headed home where his mom might not want him because he’d been hard on her when his father had been to blame. The only thing he was sure of is that romance would be taking a back seat...

The sorry cheat had lied. Of course, that’s what cheats did and now she was headed home. The ink on her divorce barely dry, but he’d been fair in the divorce and with the child support. He’d been honest once he’d been caught and there had no longer been room for doubt.

Her life had been on the fast track. She’d been headed for good things when everything went to hell. Her boyfriend, head of the whole company, had set her up and left her to take the fall. Now she had no job, no reputation, and nowhere to go but home. Everything had come crashing to the ground because she’d believed in love. That wasn’t the case anymore.

Val had wanted him for a while. Even when he’d seemed too young, she’d fought her interest in him. His interest in her had been clear for a while too. Her wolf wanted him and told her so all the time. Monty was eighteen now and it was time to claim his mate. He’d waited as long as he could, and he couldn’t wait any more. Sure, he was young, but they were fated mates and that was all that mattered.