This is part TWO of the same book under the same title.
Tora never asked to be a Lunos and he certainly didn't ask for three mates.
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As the weakest member of his house, Tora has always been a lone wolf. He's never been the smartest, the bravest...
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~Casper~
"It's so bright in here now, the smell is kind of getting to me though,"
I admit as I stare gaze at the freshly painted yellow walls with Tora, itching my nose with that now familiar nausea feathering at the back of my throat. With us painting, Micah had left the house since she's pregnant and said it wasn't good for the babies, dragging Galen along with her to pick out new cribs for the twins after the babies wore out our other five.
"Why don't you open the window then? I feel like you're so sensitive to smell these days, what happened? You gain a superpower or something?" Tora asks and I shrug. Putting the paint roller down and stretching my arms out. When they fall I catch his waist and pull him close to me. His soft citrus scent dulling the wet paint.
"No, it's annoying if anything," I grumble as I kiss his neck and he sighs, his head falling to mine as he reaches up and pats my cheek.
"Aww, poor baby," He makes fun of me and I crinkle my nose as I let go of him and start moving toward the window. A loud crack and shatter distracts me just long enough for me to be unable to process the high-speed basketball that hits my stomach with a force so powerful, I smack the wall and fall over.
"Holy fuck, BOYS! GET YOUR ASSES UP HERE RIGHT NOW! Casper!" Tora drops the paint roller after screaming out the window as he's quickly by my side. The air was knocked out of me as I wheezed anything left out of my lungs while doubled over in pain.
The storming of our small army's loud stomping feet rattled my ringing eardrums as I heard them gasp, with Tora not letting them anywhere near me.
"Who and how?" He asks as they all start sputtering jumbled words until Kiem confesses.
"It was Myah and I," He admits and I groan, trying not to throw up from the force while feeling like my insides exploded. Ugh, I can imagine the two of them trying to hold in their laughter as I rub my stomach and turn over. Freezing when I find my two boys had broken down into wet tears as they looked at me with fearful gazes.
"I'm s-s-sorry Papa, I didn't know it was going to go that high," Myah hiccups as he wipes his tears and I wince as I pull my shirt up.
The basketball already left a bright red circle across my lower stomach that's going to bruise worse than a fight with a prisoner. Just shy of the bruise, right above it where I held my shirt, I felt my stomach move like I was being kicked from the inside and winced in pain again. Probably just my organs rearranging themselves.
"What were you two doing?" Tora asked and Kiem had to answer since Myah was sobbing.
"We were just trying to play baseball, but Myah's really good at hitting and the baseballs were getting too far away so we thought if we used a heavier ball they wouldn't go as far," He explains and I peel myself from the fresh paint.
