I cough out a laugh at Zak’s comment. “Yeah, I would say so.”
“Mmmmm,” Charlie says, snuggling into my chest. “Good.”
Zak kisses the side of my neck, sending a shiver through me. He chuckles as he nuzzles into me. “Charlie, don’t go to sleep yet. We need to clean up.”
“Shut up! I’m comfortable, satisfied, and happy,” she retorts, wrapping her arms around my torso.
“Mmmm. Me too,” I say snuggling into both of them.
“Ok, I’ll go draw us a bath. You can snuggle for a little, but we’ve got to make sure we’re all clean and give Brandon some aftercare,” Zak says. He gives us both pecks on the lips before getting up and walking to the bathroom.
Xander and I spent the night in my room. There was A TON of sex, but also a lot of talking and getting to know each other. Xander is a recent transfer to our pack. His mother was human and had recently been diagnosed with leukemia. Though she lived with the pack, she still needed to see a human doctor and one of the best was in the city about 20 miles from our pack borders. They moved here from the coast to get better care for her when the time came. Zak had readily agreed to the transfer, as had Xander’s old Alpha, Brett. His father had died in a rogue attack when he was five. It was what prompted him to become a warrior. &nb
I woke up on Monday morning to the sun streaming in the windows. I was hot, but comfortable in a plush bed. There was a warm and comforting weight on both sides of me, but I was disoriented from having just woken up. I look around the unfamiliar room and realize that I wasn’t in my own room. Looking down, I see Zak snuggled into my chest. Charlie is cuddled into a pillow behind me, her legs tangled with ours. Then it all comes back. My amazing night with the loves of my life. I’m so excited and happy and aaaahhhhh! I can’t help but pump my fist in the air and kick my feet a little. “Mmmm,” Zak groans against my chest. “Why are you moving around so early?” “Sorry, Cupcake,” I say. At that, Zak opens one eye to look
Being Monday, today was a day off for most of the pack. Monday is our day of rest and communion with the Goddess, since Monday is named for the moon. It's the reason that the word “Monday” is derived from the word “moon” in many languages (e.g., lunes in Spanish, montag in German, lunedi in Italian, etc.). So it wasn’t a problem when I sleep until 10. When I wake, Xander is there beside me. He stretches and yawns before opening his beautiful chocolate-colored eyes. When he sees me, a lazy smile crosses his face. “Hey, babe,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. “Good
I woke fully to the heavenly smells of my mates and pancakes. My body was pleasantly sore in several places and my hair was disheveled. I was naked and alone in the bed, but that didn’t last for long. “Finally awake, Beautiful?” Brandon says. I squint to see him standing at the door with two cups of coffee in his hand. He is wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else. I see the fading hickies on his skin from last night, as well as some new ones. He and Zak must have had some fun time while I slept. “I don’t know. You might have to come and help motivate me to get up.” He eagerly walks towards me, setting the coffee cups on the dresser before
Charlie and I are waiting in my office eight minutes later. We had told Brandon that Devin had a couple of questions and requests about his Gamma ceremony and we had to catch up with my father and his to prepare for the Blue Crescent pack. “You sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Brandon asked. He seems like he doesn’t want to leave us, and honestly, I don’t want to leave him. But Devin was clear that Brandon couldn’t be there. “Nah, man. We need your help with training the warriors while we push the paperwork,” I say, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Do me a favor, though?” Charlie asks. “Anything, beautiful. What can I do?” He turns to her, running a hand down her cheek. “Work up a
The day goes by in a blur of phone calls and paper shuffling. Everyone thinks that being the Alpha and Luna of a pack is all glamorous. That we get to give orders and everyone else carries them out. But the truth is, it’s more like being the CEO of a company. We have to do a lot of networking in and out of the pack, completing paperwork, and understanding a little bit of every single job that happens in the pack. It is mentally exhausting and by day’s end, I’m wiped. It isn’t until Brandon walks in, bare-chested and covered in sweat, that Zak and I realize that we have been on the phones to other packs for hours. We’ve made good headway and have several prominent packs pledged to our side, but there are several hundred packs in America. We’ve got a long way to go. Brandon leans against the door jam, arms crossed over
I’m half awake, my eyes still closed, when I smell the most wonderful aroma ever. It is a heady mix of oak, nutmeg, and leather. I open my eyes and immediately see Xander sleeping beside me. “Mate,” I growl out and my wolf howls within me. I know that I knew about Xander being my mate before now, but this sudden sensation, this sudden sense of completeness, of being whole, is entirely new. Is this how he’s felt ever since we met days ago? I growl again, nuzzling my nose into his neck, my chest coming in contact with his bare back. Suddenly, sparks dance along all the surfaces that our skin touches and my dick immediately hardens. “Mmmm. Why are you up so early, Babe? We can still sleep some more,” Xander says, voice muffled in the pillow. After an exhausting day of phone calls about war and rumors of war, Charlie and I had spoken to nearly all of the packs on the East Coast. We had alliances with several of them and several owed us favors. These packs held strong to their promise to us. My Goddess given gifts of negotiation had helped many and they wanted to help if they could. The difficulty was in convincing the ones who we hadn’t been involved with. We are a fairly well-known pack and I have at least a passing acquaintance with all of the Alphas on the East Coast. But that doesn’t mean that they are willing to help without knowing who the threat was or why. Even if you had the golden tongue of Hermes, how do you call someone that you barely know and ask for help in a rumored war, but you can’t provide any details? “Hi, this is Alpha Z
Trio of Mates Chapter 23 - Zak
After an exhausting day of phone calls about war and rumors of war, Charlie and I had spoken to nearly all of the packs on the East Coast. We had alliances with several of them and several owed us favors. These packs held strong to their promise to us. My Goddess given gifts of negotiation had helped many and they wanted to help if they could. The difficulty was in convincing the ones who we hadn’t been involved with. We are a fairly well-known pack and I have at least a passing acquaintance with all of the Alphas on the East Coast. But that doesn’t mean that they are willing to help without knowing who the threat was or why. Even if you had the golden tongue of Hermes, how do you call someone that you barely know and ask for help in a rumored war, but you can’t provide any details? “Hi, this is Alpha Z