Page 92 of Jace's Mate

The mother visibly relaxed and led her two toddlers toward the slide, where Brock—still in his wolf form—bounced up to them with his tongue lolling out in a goofy, friendly grin.He gently nudged one toddler with his nose, tail wagging in pure delight.

Anikka turned at the familiar sound of footsteps and saw Jace striding toward her, a groan escaping his throat as he took in the scene.

“They shifted into pups?”he asked, voice flat.

Anikka looped her arm through his and grinned up at him.“They did.Right before I could stop them.”

Jace sighed, watching his son lick a giggling toddler’s face.Brock caught sight of his father and gave a cheeky wolfish grin, his tail wagging harder.

“I’m giving them extra kitchen duty tonight,” Jace muttered.

As if he’d heard, Brock dropped dramatically to the ground and flopped onto his back, kicking his paws in the air before springing up and bounding off toward the group of children again.

Faith was already nestled in a child’s lap and being lifted into the small swing, her tongue hanging out as the kids gently pushed her back and forth.Her whole body radiated contentment.

“I hate to break it to you,” Anikka teased, “but kitchen duty’s not the punishment you think it is.George—the new chef?—he’s totally smitten with them.He sneaks them extra ice cream whenever they’re on shift.”

Jace groaned again and rolled his eyes.Then he bent to kiss the top of her head.“We’re not having any more kids, by the way.”

Anikka just laughed, leaning against his shoulder.

“Maybe we’ll stop...after the next one.”

Jace nearly tripped--and he was sitting on the bench.

The expression on his face was worth every second of her playful teasing.Anikka hid her smirk and watched their pups scamper through the grass, joy radiating from every bounce.

Yes--life was pretty darn good right now.

A note from Elizabeth

My very first paranormal romance!When paranormal romances first came out, I hated them.Then I read another and fell in love with the genre.It was intriguing and sparked my imagination.Still, it took me several more years to attempt to write my own.

So…how’d I do?Was it okay?

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