Martine, Missy - Changing Their Wolfen Heritage [A Wolfen Heritage 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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“Tania, I got a call from your boss yesterday.” Remus took his seat beside Maddie and smiled at his sister-in-law.
“Her ex-boss, if you don’t mind,” Latan scolded.
Tania scowled at her mate and then turned to Remus. “What the hell did he want?”
“To see if I could influence you to tear up the resignation you apparently faxed to him this morning. The foolish man thought I could intimidate you into continuing to work for the Council.” Remus chuckled.
Tania looked embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, Remus. I don’t know what to say.”
“No need to say anything, honey. I set him straight about my family working undercover in the future.” He grinned. “I think he got the message.”
“Was he upset about the outcome of all this?” Tania asked.
“No, he wasn’t upset. Of course, it helped that we turned Kaugh and Dyer over to the Council and didn’t kill them outright.” Remus began filling Maddie’s plate with food. “They were the only ones left alive.”
“Ethan told me about that. What made you decide not to get rid of them?”
Remus looked thoughtful for a moment. “He told me that a lot of the shifters rescued from the lab were having problems. If they can persuade him, Kaugh could be invaluable in finding medical answers for the problems he helped create. It seemed a fair solution as long as they keep a close watch on him. Of course, they’re hoping he’ll tell them where the Canadian lab is. I let Dyer live because he gave us the necessary information to find you.”
Tania raised her glass. “Well, here’s to the National Council keeping their word.”
Remus raised his glass and then looked over to his mate. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Maddie wiped at the tears running down her cheeks. “I was just thinking about Grandfather’s journal. He wanted me to embrace my Wolfen Heritage.” She looked around the table at her family and smiled. “I think he would be very happy at the way we’ve not only embraced it,” she glanced at Tania, “we’ve changed it.”
She stilled when she heard her grandfather’s voice in her head. I’m proud of you, Maddie. Enjoy your Changed Wolfen Heritage.
Epilogue
Months Later
“Push,” Tehran cried. “You’re almost there, little mama. The head’s coming now.” Tehran eased the newborn from its mother’s body and grinned as the child’s lusty cries filled the air. Working quickly, he suctioned the baby’s nose and mouth and then deftly tied off and cut the umbilical cord. Gently, he laid the naked, screaming infant on its mother’s chest. Smiling, he turned his head and looked at the new father. “Better let them know something before they come to find out what’s taking so long.”
“Right,” he mumbled and bent down to kiss his mate. In a daze, he walked out the door and down the hall. Stopping outside the waiting room, he gazed through the small glass window at his new, expanded family.
Smiling, he watched Remus and Maddie cuddle their five-month-old twins, Victor and Eloise. Remus had gotten the son he wanted to carry on his name. Too bad Maddie would never let him forget Eloise was born first.
Tania stood in the corner of the room, wiping the faces of the two boys she and her mates had adopted. She’d told the family about her unhappy childhood growing up in the Council’s home for children, and Remus had suggested they might want to make life easier for some other abandoned shifter child. The result of his talk had been the addition of Eric and David to the family. They were ten and twelve years old, respectively.
Latan and Ethan were standing behind the other couch, gazing down at the baby sleeping in Ariane’s arms. Michael was tucking a pink blanket around their one-month-old daughter, grinning like a fool. They’d named her Kilana, after Ariane’s grandmother.
Sighing, he pushed open the door and stepped into the room.
“Well?” Maddie asked.
Mali pulled the hospital cap off his head and smiled. “It’s a boy!”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I was born, and raised in the great southern state of Tennessee. In my youth, I studied nursing, and spent several happy years working in the hospitals there until I branched out into medical management in 1980.
In 1998 I was managing a medical supply house in Chattanooga, when I met the love of my life. The only problem facing me then, he lived way out in Oklahoma. You see, we had met in a chat room!
He romanced me daily with love letters, flowers and phone calls. It wasn’t long before I uprooted myself, and moved west to join him. We married in 1999, and then continued our fantasy romance all over the world. Together we have traveled in almost all of the Continental United States, and taken trips to Canada and China.
We moved to Minnesota in 2003, where my life was changed forever by a series of small strokes. For someone who had owned her own business, and worked twelve hours a day, being incapacitated was pure torture. The strokes damaged a part of my brain that helps controls speech, and for a long time I couldn’t communicate what was in my mind, to my lips. I could read however, and I became an avid reader of romance novels.
Strange as it sounds, the strokes did not keep me from voicing my opinions. I discovered that I could type my thoughts, almost as fast as I once spoke them. It was then that I started writing long, lengthy newsletters to my family and friends. I got all kinds of compliments on my amusing tales of our everyday life.
It wasn’t long before my husband was encouraging me to find some kind of outlet to occupy my time, something that was challenging, and rewarding. I was already obsessed with reading about romance, and I began to think I could probably write a good, romantic story. My husband heartily agreed with me. With that encouragement, I began writing my first book. I wasn’t really convinced that anyone else would find it interesting, but he pressed me to take a chance and send it in to a publisher. To my surprise, it was accepted, and now I’m able to share it with readers everywhere who like a “happily ever after” story.
Now, I’m living in California with my, still romantic, husband of twelve years, and our boys. Our boys consist of Beau, Midnight, and Bubba, three male cats that allow us to live with them and serve them at their leisure. I continue to write almost daily, hoping that someone, somewhere will get the same enjoyment from reading my stories, that I get from writing them.
Also by Missy Martine
Ménage Amour: Table for Three
Siren Classic: A Wolfen Heritage 1: Discovering Her Wolfen Heritage
Siren Classic: A Wolfen Heritage 2: Denying His Wolfen Heritage
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