Outtake Awkward Elise POV

Elise was determined. I pleaded with my wolf, “Come on. You have to tell me who your past human was that knew Thor.”

Rhea snorted, “Elise, once you know you can’t NOT know.”

I told her, “I already know your last human was awful.” Rhea replied, “You don’t know how awful.”

I was stunned, “Really? You’ve told me so many bad things about her.”

Rhea snorted, “She sold our fated mate to Fairies. She was literally the worst.”

I sighed, “Gosh, that is REALLY bad. I overheard my parents talking one time about…” I trailed off and it hit me.

I shrieked, “CLAUDIA HARDEN WAS YOUR LAST HUMAN BEFORE ME?! No, no, no, no, Rhea. No!”

EJ linked me, “Elise, are you ok?”

Oh my god. He felt my panic in the bond. Great. I growled, “Rhea, tell me you haven’t seen our father in Law naked. You had sex with our father in law. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

Rhea argued, “No, I never took control while Claudia was with Eric. She weakened me. I could barely tell Thor things and he thought I was just quiet. He feels pretty bad he didn’t realize she was weakening me.”

I shrieked, “You’ve seen Eric naked!”

Rhea huffed, “You’ve seen him shift so, technically you have too.” I growled, “You were in bed, with my father in law. Oh my god. Why did I ask?” Rhea snickered.

EJ linked, “Elise, seriously what’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? My own mate was never going to look at me again. Rhea growled, “That’s not true.”

I asked, “Does Brutus know?” Rhea said, “All the wolves know.” Oh that’s just great. Great. Great. Great.

I ran into someone because I wasn’t paying attention. I looked up and all the blood drained from my face because it was Eric. He worriedly asked, “Elise, are you alright?”

I answered, “Um, yes. Gotta go.”

I took off running. Eric’s bewildered voice followed behind me, “Elise? What’s wrong?”

I found Calvin Conners. I said, “Hey, can you pop me to my mom?”

Calvin grinned and popped me to my mom then popped away. My mom asked, “Why did Calvin Conners pop you home?”

I started to pace. I answered, “I’m having an EXISTENTIAL crisis!” Rhea snickered.

I wasn’t surprised Sam was with my mom. They looked at each other. My mom asked, “Are you pregnant?”

I said, “Huh? What? No. That would not be a crisis! I mean, I’m not ready yet but that’s not a crisis! God, EJ is never going to want to look at me again.”

My mom said, “I seriously doubt that. What’s going on?”

I asked, “Do you know who my wolf’s past human was?”

My mom shook her head, “No, I don’t. My wolf says she does though.” I shrieked, “It was Claudia Harden. My wolf has rolled around the sheets with my father in law. OH GOD! Does Haley know?” Rhea answered, “Yes, and she loves me.”

I kept going, “She knows intimate things about my father in law. God, don’t ask your wolf about past humans. It’s Schrodinger's cat, and I shouldn’t have opened the box. What if EJ doesn’t want me?”

I heard a possessive growl. I hadn’t realized EJ was here. His lips were on mine in the next second. He pulled back, “MINE!”

I had tears in my eyes.

I whispered, “You don’t understand.”

EJ said, “I heard you talking and Brutus told me a while ago. I don’t care in the slightest. You and Rhea are ours.”

Rhea was smug, “See?” I said, “I don’t know how to look at anyone in your family.”

EJ sighed, “It’s easy, the way you always have. You didn’t do anything with my dad. Brutus and Rhea have talked about it and Rhea was not involved. Even if she I wouldn’t care in the slightly. The facts are she was always weakened, and she never took over. She was usually sleeping because Claudia doubled down on her wolf weakening spell, worried that Rhea would break through and tell Thor about Chet.”

I asked, “Chet? Alpha Tucker’s wolf?”

Rhea answered, “Yes, he was my fated mate in that life.”

I sighed, “I guess that makes sense. He was her fated mate.” Brutus took over and growled, “YOU ARE MINE! NOT CHETS!”

I linked Rhea, “So, he’s not upset you’ve seen his dad naked but mentioning you had a past mate gets him all bothered.”

Rhea purred, “Yes, keep going. You’ve made us have awkward encounters; this should totally be the payoff. Sexy claiming time.”

I replied, “Fine. Because I love you.” Rhea snorted, “Oh yeah, you make such sacrifices for me, Elise. Sexy fun times with our mate. I just don’t know how I will ever repay you.”

I laughed, linking her, "I love you, Rhea.”

Rhea answered, “I love you too, Elise. Now, get us laid.”

I smirked. That was not going to be hard. My mom said, “If you could pop back out for this portion, a mother would deeply appreciate it.” My dad yelled, “I WOULD APPRECIATE IT MORE!” All of us laughed and my possessive mate popped us away to fulfill my wolf’s every desire.

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Outtake: That’s not Fucking Magic Haley POV

*Happens during chapters Out of Space/Becoming the Luna*

Haley was annoyed. All of my connections were humming with anxiety. Julian had better not be feeling anything of this or ALL of them were in deep shit. Julian was talented and very capable. I had complete fucking faith in him, but I was his mother. I DEFUCKINGSERVED to have some anxiety about this yet they were taking up ALL the damn space for the anxiety.

Now, I had to be the calm one. I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKING CALM! That was Eric’s goddamn job. I stormed into the war room and gave them hell. They said I was worried too. Yes, like a fucking rational person I was worried. The rest of them were worried to a degree that had me wanting to clean things by hand. BY HAND! OHHHH they were ALL going to get it. I was going to come up with an EPIC prank WITH Julian. I kissed them all and left.

They just got worse. I linked Eric, “If they don’t cut it the fuck out I’m going to clean. OH DAMN THEM ALL!”

I walked into the kitchen. I asked without looking who was in here, “Where are the cleaning supplies?”

Mrs. Blanch frowned, “If someone hit you with iron I’ll have Eric wallop them a good one.”

I snorted, “I fucking WISH that was the problem. My children and my husband are giving me SERIOUS anxiety. Now, I need to clean. I don’t fucking know why I need to clean, I just do.”

Mrs. Blanch laughed and showed me the cleaning supplies.

I linked Eric, “I’m fucking cleaning BY HAND. You are SO not getting any sex tonight and the kids WILL get their asses kicked. IN FACT, I think I’ll conjure a treehouse you cannot get in and just open our connection while I orgasm because after CLEANING I’ll need a damn release.”

Eric growled, “Angel, that’s not fair.”

I argued, “It’s more than fair. I feel him as you. He’s not hurt now is he pulling us to him. It’s this thing called trust. If he was hurt, Alexander and I would be pulled to him to a strong degree. SO, NO SEX FOR YOU!”

I slammed our link shut.

I grabbed the first cleaning product. I could feel people gathering behind me. I said, “Magic eraser. Ok that has possibilities, I like magic. Mr. Clean. Why is Mr. Clean fucking bald? Is it to emphasize he’s clean? People with hair can’t be clean too? This fucking realm.”

I shoved that aside when people starting snickering.

I asked aloud, “Ok, moving on. What’s this magic eraser do? This one's for the kitchen. That’s fucking helpful since I’m in the damn kitchen. Ok you get it wet, squeeze it and…”

I trailed off yelling, “What the shit?! Why did I get it wet to wring it out? This damn realm, THEN I can use it. Test small area for use. OH MY GOD, HOW DO I FUCKING USE IT?! What are these instructions?!”

Mrs. Blanch cleared her throat, “You just use it to scrub things.”

I frowned, “How in the fuck is that magic?! It’s basically a towel with soap! Probably an exfuckingspensive towel with soap. WHY is this thing telling me not to use it on my physical person? Did that fucking happen? Someone had dirt on themself and then use this unmagical object? I swear to you, this shit is not magical!”

I popped to the sink. Someone had just eaten in here at least. The stove had some stains. I gently used the eraser, but it didn’t do anything. I frowned and applied more pressure, but still nothing happened. OH THIS STAIN WANTED TO FUCKING TANGO.

I got onto the stove on my hands and knees and cleaned the stove. I glared at the magic eraser when I was done. I muttered, “Magic eraser MY ASS! I’m fucking magic. This shit is hard work IN SPONGE FORM! What a complete crock of shit. What’s next?”

I pulled out a purple and grey contraption.

Mrs. Blanch cleared her throat, “That’s a Swiffer wet jet.”

I raised an eyebrow, “This is decidedly not a jet.”

I read the instructions and quickly wanted to throw something. I put in the wet pack then attached the wet mop pad. At least that was simple.

I started to mop then frowned. I asked, “Why isn’t anything coming out?”

Mrs. Blanch bit her lip explaining, “You have to push that button.”

I rolled my eyes, “Of fucking course you do! HOW does anyone get anything done? Does this take all damn day?” Mrs. Blanch said, “It can be quite time consuming.” I grumbled as I pushed the mop along, “It has jet in the damn name. Who’s the jet you ask? Well, it’s the FUCKING person PUSHING the damn mop. It’s a mop, this is NOT a jet. Goddamn lying advertisers with their magic fucking erasers and their wet jets.”

Once I was done I went back to the closet. I found Mr. Clean spray mist. I snored, “Again with the bald man. At least he’s not claiming to be magic or some type of shit this time.”

I grabbed some paper towels and sprayed down the counter.

I complained, “This is god awful. Why are my children doing this to me? I’m so fucking nice to them and I'm a good mom. I do shit for them all the time. I taught them to use their damn powers. I FED THEM FROM MY DAMN BODY and THIS is the motherfucking thanks I get. Cleaning the fucking kitchen because they can’t handle Julian going out.”

I threw my hands in the air, “JULIAN! Christ ALMIGHTY they are going to drive me to drink when Cassie and Angela go out alone. FUCK! That’s exactly what they are doing now.”

I snapped myself a strawberry martini.

I linked Eric, “You should have our lawyer file a fucking lawsuit against the Mr. Clean and his lying magic bullshit.”

Eric snorted, “Angel, he’s not lying.”

I gasped, “HE IS FUCKING LYING! That needed some power behind his magic eraser. When I use magic, I have to say shit or snap my goddamn fingers. THAT is magic. Mr. Clean is a fucking liar.”

Eric snorted, “It’s elbow grease, my Angel. You had to put some elbow grease behind it.”

I shot back, “I assure you MY ELBOW HAS NO DAMN GREASE BECAUSE IT’S NOT A PAN! I WANT A FUCKING LAWSUIT AGAINST SWIFFER TOO! They claim to have a jet. Do you know what it’s means of operations are?! THE PERSON FUCKING PUSHING IT! It’s blatant lying. The poor humans think that bald man is magic! I am FUCKING offended!”

Eric was laughing. The ass.

Molly walked in questioning, “What on god’s green earth is happening?! The pack link is howling with laughter about you cleaning by hand. I thought someone conjured a doll of you, but I could hear you muttering under your breath on my way in here.”

I told her, “My children have NO respect for their mother or my feelings. Their anxiety is crawling under my fucking skin, so I tried to clean like a goddamn normal person. You know what? FUCK IT! I’m not fucking normal. The advertisers and product naming people in this realm are LIARS!”

She bit her lip trying not to laugh.

I called Bjourn. He answered, “Little one.”

I nearly snarled, “Are there Mr. Clean products in your realm? Because I can’t get them out of this damn realm, and I acknowledge that. BUT NO ONE IN THE HACKURA REALM WILL THINK THAT BALD LYING MAN IS FUCKING MAGIC!”

Bjourn took a beat then laughed, “I’m sending Marcus to you.”

I grumbled, “You do that. Be forewarned if I EVER find a picture of that bald man in your realm I’ll make ALL the men bald. ALL OF THEM!”

A portal opened and Marcus stepped through. He looked around asking, “Did you clean?”

Molly offered, “By hand, not with magic.”

I snorted, “Mr. Fucking Clean thinks I used magic. Eric seems to think my elbow has grease.” Marcus shook his head, “I can’t believe he said that.”

I agreed, “Right? The realm has gone fucking mad Marcus! They LIE through their teeth. The poor humans think a bald man, who came up with a glorified version of a towel and soap, is magic. I fucking can’t. Go MAKE my children stop being so damn anxious. I can’t handle it!”

I snapped my brother a whiskey. For Molly and Mrs. Blanch, I snapped a Cosmo and for myself I snapped three strawberry martinis. I had downed them in quick succession. This was a much better way to handle their anxiety.

I snorted, “Next fucking time, I’m just drinking because I feel better. I will NEVER deal with the LYING advertising of this damn realm’s cleaning products EVER again!”

I pointed at Marcus, “You tell Bjourn I’m fucking serious. If I so much as see so much as a HINT of that clean man’s bald head in the Hackura realm, I’m charming all the men’s heads fucking bald!”

He blinked, “I’d ask if you were serious, but I can feel you are.”

I scoffed, “Magic eraser. Magic my goddamn fucking ass! It’s insulting on every level to make people think you’re magic with soap and towel. I just cannot with this bullshit. No Mr. Clean, or you all lose your hair. I’d make the same threat to Aiden, but they don’t have the lying bald man.”

Aiden chimed in, “We don’t and I have to agree, it’s kind of offensive.” I yelled, “KIND OF?! You didn’t use it yet!” I told Mrs. Blanch, “Have him it use it. He WILL fully agree with me.”

I stormed out of the room and went upstairs to my bedroom and threw myself on the bed. I popped into the bathroom and snapped the tub full of bubbles and water. I snapped on some music then snapped myself naked and popped into the tub. I snorted, “THAT was fucking magic.”

I was going to enjoy this bath before Julian came home and I was debriefed on what went down.

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Outtake: A Conners Christmas Morning Dylan POV

*When the Conners kids are younger*

Dylan was gleeful as he was popped into the Conners family Christmas morning. Lacy linked me, “You look so happy, and it’s so early to be this happy.”

I kissed her cheek and said, “But it’s a glorious morning!”

I put Buttercup down waving her off. “Go on, find your Wesley.”

She went toddling off to do just that. I skipped into the kitchen, “AH HA! I KNEW I’d find you in here Saint God Alpha Prick. Is this where the men of the house gather on Christmas mornings? The womenfolk are with the pups. Well not your kids because they just POP UP wherever they darn well please.”

A pop sounded.

I smirked, “Like that. I love Christmas.”

Saint God Alpha Prick sighed then smiled at his pup. He greeted, “Good morning, Max. Merry Christmas.”

Max smiled, “I just wanted to say Merry Christmas Daddy!” He popped away.

I smiled, “So like his mother and full of joy. He’s not at all like you. Though, he looks just like you did at his age, they ALL do. All the boys anyway. Luckily for Cassie, she looks just like her momma. Also, that’s quite lucky for me. I can’t wait to watch your head explode when she meets her mate. I PRAY said mate somehow pops, runs, portals, shimmers, evaporates or SOMETHING today whilst I’m here on this blessed holiday.”

Saint God Alpha Prick growled, “It’s too early for you to be this annoying. I told Haley only Buttercup needed to come. She INSISTED you all needed to come. She, quite possibly for the first time, is wrong. So very wrong.”

I laughed, “You hush and pass the eggnog. Dylan Frost BELONGS here, because….”

I burst into song, “WE ARE FAMILY. I GOT MY ALPHA FUTURE GRANDPA WITH ME! Sing it everyone! WE ARE FAMILY, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!”

Lucas walked in.

I smiled, “See? He’s here because he’s family too. Not in the way we are family Saint God Alpha Prick. Still family though. Just not as fun as you and me being family. I’m just getting the Frost blood amongst all the packs. I’m in the Lyons, Conners, and Daniels bloodlines. There will be no stopping me. I WILL RULE THE PACKS! MUAHAHAHAHA!”

No one said anything.

I sighed, “Tough crowd. Really though let’s discuss the serious stuff. When do we open presents?”

Jackson answered, “Not until ALL the pups are up. That’s Haley’s rule. Plus, the Hackura have to be here too.”

I gasped, “ALL of the pups, Hackura, AND their kids?! Is that what you are saying to me right now? Well, where the heck are they? Isn’t it like nighttime where they are? Saint God Alpha prick, get on the horn right now and get them here!”

My goddess walked in frowning, “What good would a horn do?”

I answered, “It could be a bullhorn, I suppose.”

Haley laughed, “They wouldn’t hear you. They are an entire fucking realm away.” I smiled, “Right you are. I meant he should call them.” Haley nodded, “That would work.” She kissed SGAP and popped to the oven.

My eyes widened and I looked around in delight. I asked quite calmly, “Are you making something, my goddess?”

Fang offered, “I think she is.”

He was as exciting as was about this development. She took cookies out of the oven. She smiled, “These are Eric’s favorite cookies.”

I threw a dish towel at him that he easily caught, smirking at me. He was such a prick. Fang said, “But we love him.”

And he loved us, he just wouldn’t admit it. We were the spice and entertainment to his life though.

Haley put them on the counter to cool and popped away. I sighed, “Is it NOT enough that you have a double princess, who has wings, and actually makes your face crack into a smile? It’s terrifying. We’ve taken a vote that’s what it is though, you are smiling. She has powers. She gave you a power, her lifespan, not to mention your family and pack, she brought the most GLORIOUS time of our lives to fruition, AND SHE LEARNED TO BAKE YOUR FAVORITE DESSERTS? Not snaps it done, those DO not look like they came out of a package either.”

SGAP smirked, “No, she makes them from scratch. Like my Cherry pies at Thanksgiving.”

I whined, “Lucas! He’s so unfair! Why did we come?”

Before he could answer me I smiled. I clapped my hands, “Oh yes, because we are FAMILY. My daughter, your son; being the Princess Bride couple in real life we ALL deserve. Has anyone noticed what I’ve trained him to say?”

Jackson answered, “Yes, and Haley thinks it’s adorable.”

SGAP said, “Which is why your head is still on your shoulders.”

I smiled, “You know these declarations of love are beginning to outshine what you say to my goddess. We can’t have her getting jealous of our little tete-a-tete. She’s scary when she’s mad, but so adorably cute. All Fairies really should be her size. OH! She’s Jekyll and Hyde.”

SGAP growled, “Don’t call her that!”

I sighed, “Testy. Here I have more eggnog for you. I even got you a special mug.”

I handed him the SGAP mug and winked at him. Jackson asked, “When did we start having eggnog?” I snorted, “Since Mrs. Blanch called and asked if we had any food or drink traditions. The Frosts do eggnog. Now our blended little family does as well. You’re welcome.”

Buttercup came running in with Wesley. She smiled declaring, “I found him, daddy!”

I praised, “So you did. Go say hi to your future father in law.”

She toddled over and said, “Hi, Eric!” SGAP smiled at her, “Hello Buttercup.” I teased, “I’ll wear her down on calling you Saint God Alpha Prick.” SGAP smirked at me and winked at Buttercup who smiled and skipped away with Wesley.

I frowned, “What was that?”

SGAP answered, “I have a deal with your daughter about calling me Eric. I beat you there. Your son may call me Saint God Alpha Prick; however, my future daughter in law calls me Eric.”

I sighed, “So you think, but MY princess will come around.”

SGAP looked far too confident that would not be the case. I started counting pups. I sighed, “Why do you have so many pups, SGAP? You are delaying Christmas! FOR SHAME YOU GRINCH!”

I heard a laugh and turned around. More Hackura had arrived.

I announced, “The creepy ninja assassins are here. So, go wake up your remaining sleeping nephews. In a creepy ninja like fashion.”

They smiled and took off. I sighed, “They aren’t going to wake up your pups, are they?”

SGAP laughed, “Preston is not one to be woken up until he is ready. His Uncles know that. He’ll be up in a half hour.”

Fang whined in my head. I yelled, “A HALF HOUR! LUCAS, THE HORROR! SGAP has not taught his pups on Christmas you wake up at the crack of dawn.”

I heard someone gasp, “Is that a thing? Google didn’t tell me that was a fucking thing!”

Haley looked physically distraught. SGAP spoke before I could, “No Angel, it’s just a Dylan Frost thing.”

He shot me a glare.

I hoped my returning look said, “Next year. Next year I’d convince my goddess it was a thing.”

My goddess walked over and frosted the cookies. I linked Fang, “Are you serious? She frosts the dang cookies?!”

He said, “I do believe so.”

I went over and drank more eggnog. Jackson said, “Normally we do mimosas. I like the eggnog.”

I nodded, “As you should. You need festive holiday drinks.”

I saw Preston pop into the mayhem that was the main room. I clapped, “THERE! The last one is awake! It’s time for presents!”

My goddess snapped her hands clean and popped into the living room. She said, “Everyone take a section and work on your conjuring powers. Make sure the presents get to the right person.”

I squealed and took a seat by Lacy. I looked at Lucas, “Your pups need to do fun things like this.”

Lucas rolled his eyes. I rubbed my hands together. It was so fun being me.