Winter's War (Her Guardians series Book 4)(36)

“When you need us, call us. The power is inside you,” my mother says stepping out from behind the tree. Her words are spoken in my mind. I watch in silence as I look between them all, all three of them watching me as the snow gets heavier, and I struggle to keep my eyes open.

“I will win this for you all,” I say, my words lost in the cold wind.

“The prophecy was never for anyone other than you, Winter. Only you.” Elissa says, and everything turns to white as the snow causes me to close my eyes.



“We need the queen and all of you; the fray leader is demanding to see the queen and kings,” Harris’s voice drifts over to me, and I sit up in the empty bed to see Jaxson holding the door open. It’s the war today, and when I pull Jaxson’s phone off the side to see if we slept in, it’s only five in the morning. I groan as I sit up in bed, pulling the sheets closer around myself.

“Fine. Tell the fairy we will be there soon,” Jaxson snaps. He is not a morning person, and neither of us got much sleep last night. Both of us are worried about today–the war. It’s finally here, and in some ways, I’m glad it is; it means I finally finish this. The prophecy leads us all up to this point, and I don’t regret a moment of it. I have my mates because of it, even if my death is the price I have to pay. I would pay it a thousand times for the short time I got with my mates.

“Maybe, don’t call him a fairy when we meet the leader of the fray army,” I say, laughing a little with Harris before Jaxson slams the door shut.

“They are fairies,” Jaxson points out, before rubbing his face. Surprisingly, Jaxson actually put boxers on today, I didn’t know he had any here with how often I see his naked butt. Not that I’m complaining, the memory of said butt is kept like a treasure in my mind.

“No fairies are cute, little things meant for children, with pink, sparkling wings. The fray queen didn’t have wings, and I highly doubt they are all nice and cute,” I tell him as he climbs onto the bed and pulls me onto his lap. I press my head into his neck, breathing in his forest-like scent. I love how it makes me feel calm.

“I don’t want you to fight him. Every part of me is telling me not to let you go with me. I just can’t lose you,” Jaxson says gently, kissing his way down my cheek, and I turn my head to meet his lips. Jaxson rolls me onto my back and lowers his body over mine. He kicks his boxers off, pressing himself into me and making me moan slightly.

“You will be at my side,” I whisper, breaking away from the kiss.

“I love you, lass. Everything that makes me–well, me–loves you. I don’t do romantic words or love poems, but fuck, I would do anything to have a life with you. I was beyond lost until you came into my life. The very thought of letting you fight someone that could kill you–” he says, his voice cracking, and I lean up, kissing him gently again.

“I never did anything, Jaxson. The amazing, strong, and kind man was always there. You never needed me, I was just lucky to have you love me,” I say, and he smirks down at me.

“So, I didn’t put you off with being an idiot at the start?” he asks, and I laugh.

“No, you had me with that first kiss and the jackass behaviour . . . well you’re a hot asshole, so I’ll forgive you for it,” I say, and he grins.

“You’re mine, and I’ll always be here for you, Winter. No matter what happens today and tonight,” he says, resting a hand on my cheek.

“Always,” I respond, and he kisses me.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I need to chat with Winter,” Wyatt says as he walks into the room and closes the door behind him. Jaxson groans but rolls off me before walking over to the bathroom, naked.

“Clothes, brother,” Wyatt says, looking away, and I laugh.

“I’m a wolf, we don’t like clothes,” Jaxson replies.

“Yes, but the rest of us don’t want to see your ass and everything else first thing in the fucking morning,” Wyatt shouts as Jaxson shuts the bathroom door, and I laugh even more.

“I like to see you laughing,” Wyatt says, and I stand up off the bed. I pull a dressing gown on slowly, watching as his eyes roll over my naked body, and I wish we had more time to explore whatever thoughts are blazing in his dark eyes.

“Morning,” I say, walking over, and he kisses me slowly.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but I thought you had to meet with the council this morning,” I say, knowing they are all meeting very soon, while I’m helping move the women and children to somewhere safe.

“I think we should feed on each other, make us both as strong as we can be. Blood bags are not a good idea when we are going to fight,” Wyatt says gently, and I nod, knowing I need to feed, anyway.

“Okay,” I say, and he tilts my head to the side, before gently kissing my neck and then biting me. The bite is painful, but only for a second, before nothing but pleasure fills me. I try to keep the moan in by biting my lip, but my teeth are growing sharp in my mouth, so I can’t do that. Wyatt licks my neck as he pulls away and then tilts his head to the side. I don’t have much control as I lean forward and bite him gently, loving how he tastes like chocolate. His hands tighten on my hips.

When I eventually pull away, he whispers, “We could kick the wolf out and have some fun. I don’t have to go to the council meeting straight away,”