Their Controlled Chaos - Milly Taiden Page 0,2

“Since I was eight.” As soon as the images of that horrible night entered her mind, she pushed them out. She wouldn’t think of the night everything changed. The night she lost her parents and discovered she had the power to kill and create chaos with nothing more than a thought.

Opening the box, she pulled out the air pillows Mora stuffed on top of some framed photos and a few knick-knacks that belonged to Grandma. At the bottom of the box were several small items surrounded by bubble wrap. Her heartbeat increased, and she picked up the first one and unwrapped it, revealing a three-inch glass wolf howling. There were four more pieces in the that she took out and handed to Harland.

“Unwrap them,” she said as she pulled a letter from Mora out and read it.

Hi Jin!

Gods, I miss the fuck out of you. We have to video chat more often. Anyway, I found the wolves buried in your grandma’s attic. I’ve always wondered where they went. I remember seeing them out on her mantle when we were kids, then they just disappeared. The wolves always seemed otherworldly to me. Like they weren’t normal wolves. Maybe it was my witch intuition or an overactive imagination. Who knows? I thought you’d want to have them.

I’ll talk to you on our call next week.

Love you, sis!

Mora

Tears stung her eyes by the time she finished reading. Harland cupped her chin again, and she laughed at him. He hated it when she got emotional. “I’m fine.” Then she indicated to the five glass wolves in various poses. “Those were my great grandmother’s. I had always loved them and felt drawn to them for some reason.”

“Do you know where she got them?” He stood and placed the wolves on a bookshelf above the TV. He positioned four of them around the one that she had always imagined was the female, while the others were males. It was odd, but that was what she felt was right.

“No. My grandma said that Granny got them as a gift from her mother-in-law. I’ve never met any of grand-papa’s family.” She watched as Harland studied the wolves.

“Something about them is familiar.” He shook his head and turned to face her. “I came by to see if you wanted to come to Wintervale with me. I’m helping Turk train some of the teens today. We shouldn’t be long. Afterward, we thought you could stay over and have wild passionate sex.”

Laughing at his words, she picked up the photos and knick-knacks and placed them back inside the box. “A kinky sleepover.”

“I like the sound of that.” Harland’s heated stare made her body tingle, while her core filled with liquid desire. She thought about it for a few. Well, not the sex part. She was always willing and ready. Turk and Harland were hot, and they made her feel amazing and loved. The latter made her hesitate.

She wasn’t sure why, really. It was like she was waiting for something or someone. But Turk and Harland didn’t push, which made it harder to resist the urge to bond with them. One of her hang-ups was the fear of losing them. After she lost her parents, then her grandparents, she didn’t want to get close to others out of the silly fear they’d just leave her too.

But the surrogate program was her way of getting past all her insecurities. She couldn’t be rejected by the shifters on Daeria. However, they could die. She was, after all, chaos.

Studying Harland, she said, “I could hang out with Blake and see the new baby, while you and Turk are training.”

Blake was one of the five surrogates who traveled from Earth with Jinelle. Blake was also the demi-goddess of the sun, and mated to the Wintervale Alpha, Jericho; his sentry Mace; the Pack Beta, Serge; and the Healer, Castien. And they welcomed a beautiful, sweet little girl about a week after the last battle with Xaxhin, which was less than five weeks ago. The princess of Wintervale was just what everyone in the pack needed to take their minds off the negative shit going on around them.

What worried Jinelle was how silent Xaxhin had been. She’d done research on Desire’s Horn, but didn’t find anything she didn’t already know. The horn belonged to Ageos, god of desire, but it wasn’t just a magical horn that granted whoever blew into what they desired most. It was from a dragon—Ageos’s son.

If Xaxhin got the horn, all he had to