Little Wolf

Brothers

Paislee

In the morning, Paislee awakens to the sound of Luke’s soft breath beside her. That was probably the very best sleep she’s ever had, she decides. Slipping out of bed, Luke stirs and falls back into his sleepy rhythm. Paislee tiptoes to the bathroom and brushes her teeth. Her hair is a complete mess, and she piles it on top of her head in a bun before taking off her makeup from the night before.

She rummages around the drawers in the bathroom until she finds toothbrushes that are still in their packages, and leaves them on the counter before searching the linen closet for some bath towels. She places three on the counter and heads down to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

Turning the radio on low to the country music station, she hums along to the music while she digs through the fridge to find something to serve for breakfast. With her body half inside the fridge, she doesn’t hear Luke come up behind her. He places his hands on her hips and she jumps, banging her head off of a shelf in the fridge. “Ow!”, she hisses, rubbing her head.

Luke stifles a laugh and asks her, “Are you okay? Sorry about that”. Paislee turns to face him and nods with a slight smile. Their bodies are close to each other, and she can hear his heart beating quickly in his chest. Her own heart is skipping beats in response. Leaning in, Luke kisses her nose. Before she can think about it, her arms are wrapped around his neck and she kisses his lips. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he pulls her against him.

“Get a room, you two”, Lucy chides them with a smile. “Coffee cups are in the far cupboard, there”, Paislee points before breaking free from Luke’s grasp. “I’m just about to make breakfast. Anyone hungry?”, she asks. Lucy and Luke nod emphatically. “Trevor should be here within the hour. Mind if he eats with us?”, Lucy asks. “Of course not”, Paislee smiles before whisking some eggs with cinnamon and vanilla to make french toast. She finds some breakfast sausages and dumps them into a large frying pan, turning the burner on medium.

“Need some help?”, Luke asks her. “Sure. The griddle is in the cupboard above the fridge”, she answers. Being so tall, Luke finds it with ease and plugs it in on the counter next to where Paislee is dipping bread into the mixture. Paislee throws some butter on the griddle as it warms up, and then adds the soon to be French toast. “There’s a bag of oranges in the crisper. Can you please quarter them?”, she asks Luke who jumps to the fridge.

It feels like the most natural thing in the world, making breakfast alongside this hunk of a man. Paislee steals glances at him from time to time while she cooks. He’s focused on cutting the oranges just right, it seems like. She smiles.

“What’s all the racket?”, Ivy groans from the doorway. “Breakfast. Want some?”, Paislee chirps back. “What I need is coffee. How are you all not hung over?”, Ivy mumbles. “We’re werewolves. It takes a LOT for us to get drunk”, Lucy giggles, handing Ivy a cup of coffee.

“That explains a lot”, Ivy moans. “What do you mean?”, Paislee asks, not turning away from her cooking. “I’ve never seen you drunk, Lee. Ever”, Ivy answers flatly. Paislee thinks about her words and realizes she’s right. “Huh. I guess that’s true”, she muses.

As Paislee is plating the French toast, Ivy sets the island with maple syrup, butter, cutlery and plates. “Trevor is here”, Lucy announces. “Tell him to come in”, Paislee nods, taking her seat. Lucy’s eyes glaze over and Trevor enters the front door.

“What? What the hell was that?”, Paislee asks, stunned. “Pack members and family members can talk in mind link”, Luke answers, as if he knows what she’s thinking. “Good morning!”, Trevor booms, striding into the kitchen with Tyler in tow. “How is our Luna today?”, he winks at Paislee. Paislee blushes and looks down at her plate. “Eat. Don’t scare her”, Lucy orders him, pointing to the empty stool, “I’ll send you back home”.

Trevor feigns horror before taking a seat. Paislee sets Tyler up with a seat and a plate before sitting back down. “Hey Tyler”, she smiles at him. He smiles back, but doesn’t speak as he devours his food. “Tyler doesn’t talk unless he’s drunk”, Lucy says simply. “I thought werewolves don’t get drunk?”, Ivy asks. “Oh trust me, it takes a lot of tequila”, Trevor laughs.

“Well what if your Alpha ordered you to?”, Paislee asks. Tyler shrugs and keeps eating. “No one has ever ordered me to”, a gruff male voice says in her head. Paislee jumps out of her chair, stumbling backwards. Tyler is looking at her in surprise. Luke jumps up to grab her and pull her close. “H-How did you do-do that?”, Paislee stammers.

Everyone is staring at Paislee in shock. “I heard him”, she whispers. Lucy jumps out of her chair and looks back and forth between Tyler and Paislee. “Luke, oh Goddess”, she breathes. Paislee can see that everyone is in mind link. Their faces all look horrified. “What’s happening!?”, Ivy cries.

Luke

Luke gapes at Tyler as it registers. Lucy is right, he said it himself only moments ago. Only pack members and family members can communicate in mind link. “Trevor, talk to her in mind link”, Lucy orders. “What? That’s impossible. She’s not a pack member!”, he huffs back.

The realization hits Trevor, and Luke can see it rattles him as he slowly stands up. “No. She can’t be”, he shakes his head. “What’s happening!?”, Ivy cries. “Just try it”, Luke presses him. Trevor turns his attention to Paislee and his eyes glaze over. Paislee stiffens in Luke’s arms. “Luke, what’s happening? How are they doing that?”, she trembles.

“Goddess”, Trevor breathes as she collapses back into his chair. “Will someone please tell me what’s going on?”, Ivy yells. “Paislee is… she’s…”, Trevor sighs, unable to say it. “She’s their sister”, Lucy jumps in. Looking at Tyler, Luke studies his deep red hair before swinging his head back to Paislee and the pile of deep red hair on her head. Her emerald green eyes are looking up at him, frightened. Luke returns his attention to Tyler whose eyes are wide in shock. They’re emerald green.

Ivy races into the other room and runs back, waving the letter. “Anne said that her mate had two children!”, she says, flailing the letter around. “Your parents are chosen mates”, Luke says slowly. “Tyler told us she smelled familiar the night we all met. He had a few drinks in him when we arrived”, Lucy adds.

Paislee breaks free from Luke’s arms and paces the kitchen. “You’re telling me that Trevor and Tyler are my brothers?” A smile slowly creeps across Tyler’s face until he’s grinning ear to ear. “Sister”, he whispers. He crosses the room in a few short strides and wraps his arms around Paislee, lifting her off the ground so her feet are dangling. “Sister”, he murmurs again.

Luke watches as Paislee slowly winds her arms around Tyler’s waist and lets out the tiniest laugh. Tyler laughs with her and squeezes her. “Don’t break her!”, Lucy calls from the other side of the island. Setting her down, Tyler smiles that huge smile and runs back to his seat.

“Okay wow. It’s not even eight AM, and my mind is blown”, Luke says. Turning his attention to Paislee, he tips her chin up to him with one finger. “I have to go to work, Little Wolf. Will you be alright?”, he asks her. “You’re in the safest hands”, Lucy chimes in.

“I don’t know if it can get any weirder than this”, she shrugs, exasperated. “We’ll be fine”, she assures him. Paislee walks with him to the driveway. He’s wearing fresh work clothes that Trevor and Tyler packed for him. “I’ll see you tonight”, he tells her before giving her a chaste kiss. Pulling away, her fingers rise to her lips and she blushes.

Watching her in the rearview mirror as he drives away, Luke’s heart pangs as he watches her hug herself before walking back inside.

Trevor

Trevor hasn’t said much since the revelation earlier. He can’t believe his father had a one night stand, and he’s now standing in his sister’s kitchen. His sister who is mated to his Alpha. Who’s also his brother in law. Could there possibly be any other explanation?

He watches as Tyler engulfs her in a smothering hug with his giant frame, and Trevor feels a twinge of guilt. Tyler welcomes her, just like that. No time to mull it over, no anger at their father, just love for this tiny woman who is now his sister. How will they bring her to the packhouse? Oh hey guys, look! We found a sister! Sure. Like that will fly. And what about his mother Abby? 90% of the time, she’s pissed off. There’s no way she’s throwing a welcome party for Paislee.

Lucy takes his hand in hers and kisses it. “We’ll figure this out, babe”, she murmurs, “The most important thing to remember I think, is that Paislee didn’t ask for any of this. I know your world just got tossed upside down, but so did hers”. Standing up, Lucy moves to help Ivy with the dishes and cleanup.

When Paislee returns from outside, Trevor watches as her expression changes to a sad one. He walks over to her, putting one arm around her shoulder, and pulls her into him. “So, I hear you wanna be a werewolf?”, he smiles down at her. Relief washes over her face and she smiles back at him. “I guess I do”, she giggles.

The five of them putter around the house, making up a bed for Tyler and tidying. While he still isn’t talking, Tyler seems more animated today. Lucy is agog, delighted that Luke has finally found his mate. She seems bound and determined to get Paislee on board with her new life, and she works hard to make Paislee feel welcome. Trevor smiles watching the warmth oozing from Lucy as she interacts with her.