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“So what do we do now? The Red One and her other two witches are in the wind. They’ve got enough allies that they can dodge here and there all over the world while we sit here chasing our tails. Literally!” I say through the video chat. We’re on a video conference with all of the alphas and their leadership in our pack. It’s been about a week since we recovered Kayla and Esteban. Chris and Esteban are still in the mating phase, so they are still holed up in their room in the cabin. Right now they are being guarded by the Elite team minus Dev and me. Thank the Goddess and all of the heavenly powers that those rooms are soundproofed. I didn’t need to hear my niece or my best friends fucking. Blech. In the meantime, the groups of supernaturals that were with Kanati and Huitzilopochtli found all the others and helped them return home. And now, all the trio wolves were at the Diana packhouse with their mates. We’re trying to figure out the best way to keep everyone safe. “I t
Since Gregory and Jamal are currently in this huge alpha meeting, along with the witches that they have on their side, I am finally being treated like the prisoner many of these wolves would like me to be. Meaning I’m seated in the middle of a room, in the middle of a pentagram that is anchored by the five elements: earth, air, fire, water, and metal. Bewitched and lit candles are set at all five points of the pentagram: fire. Sea salt surrounds the pentagram in an unbroken circle: water. The chair I sit on is on a mound of soil: earth. Birds are caged in each corner of the room, two crows and two ravens to represent Hecate: air. And I am chained at ankles and wrists with iron: metal. I’m so magically dampened that just moving to scratch my knows feels like I’m lifting a 20 pound weight. It’s draining just to sit up in this chair, pushing against the gravity that wants to force me into the earth beneath my chair. I’m covered in sweat from the exertion of it. And I have no
1 month later… I’m laying in bed wrapped around my mate as the sun starts to peak through the window blinds. Well…I’m not exactly wrapped around my mate. More like I’m using Esteban as a body pillow with my pregnant belly and a leg hooked over him and his arm stationed beneath my head. He may complain about it, but he loves it, that I can’t sleep without him. Plus, with my leg positioned overtop of his, it is extremely easy for him to impale me with his morning wood. Sometimes before I even wake up. Plus he hated having the body pillow between us. He likes to sleep face to face with me and the pillow wasn’t conducive to that. I can feel that his friend downstairs pressing against my inner thigh and my pussy lips. It has to be what woke me up. Because even in his sleep, he’s starting to enter me. I can’t help but squirm on him. The second that I start to move, he’s instantly awake. “Fuck, Chris. How are you so wet already?” he asks me.I moan as his hips thrust forwar
Do you know how hard it is to leave not only the child that you raised, but the two pups that you considered surrogate children, and a newly minted grandpup? No? Cause I do. Dr. Hazel insisted that we come down when I started to have Braxton Hicks contractions about two days after little Lily came into our world. She says that there is absolutely no way that I’ll be able to carry all three pups to term. I’m not quite as uncomfortable as Charlie was when she was carrying Chris and Jared, but I’m still ready for them to come out. Charlie was a lot shorter than me, so the large pups that Brandon and Zak tend to produce were harder for her to manage. I’m nearly as tall as my mates are, so I have more room, but I also have another pup. And they are all measuring pretty big. Lily, Chris and Esteban’s pup, is absolutely perfect. Barely cries and is perfectly content to be held or set down, doesn’t matter to her. Eats well, sleeps even better. “Takes after her PopPop,” Bran
The Goddess has smiled down on Zak and me in our old age and has given us pups that actually sleep. I mean, the triplets all only wake up once a night for feedings. Once! And then they go back right to sleep. Sometimes they sleep and feed at the same time! We keep bugging Dev and Arya to make sure that they are ok, because we’re not used to pups that sleep this much. But they keep telling us that everything is fine and that the triplets are doing what babies are supposed to do. “Are you sure that they’re ok?” Zak asks Bhakti, seeming to not take the demigods’ words for it. Hey, I’m not judging. I get it. I’m not sure what’s going on either. “Zak, for the 50th and final time, they are perfectly fine. You just had a really shit go of it with Chris and Jared,” Bhatki says, and it’s easy to see how annoyed she is by our constant questioning. “Hey!” Chris says from the couch on the other side of the room where she’s nursing Lily. “I heard that!” Jared says from the kitchen.
4 days later… I can’t believe how big the Artemis packhouse is. I mean, I’ve seen the Diana packhouse a few times, which is beautiful, but its nowhere near as old or as huge as the Artemis one is. According to Zak, the Artemis Pack was founded long before this country was formally a country, even prior to the Native Americans living here. They had been placed here by the Moon Goddess long ago and had lived here for centuries. By the looks of some fo the rooms, there was a history of trios here even then. I’m excited for tonight, though I’m a bit nervous, too. Chris senses it through the matebond, a link that we always keep open between each other. We were separated long enough. We don’t need that separation ever again. Chris comes over to help me tie my tie after the third sigh and failed attempt. “Let me help you out, love,” she says, her touch soothing, even through the dress shirt that I’m wearing. Devin and Arya had agreed to take Lily and get her ready while Chris
It’s the night before Alexander and my birthday. He will become the alpha of our portion of the pack and I will be the beta. Well, depending on who my mates are. Because if Summer and Jared are my mates, I don’t know that I’ll be staying here. I don’t know, maybe I’m just getting my hopes up. I don’t know what the Goddess has up her sleeve. I can’t pretend to know what she has destined for us. But I legitimately can’t imagine myself with anyone else. So, if we find out that Jared isn’t my mate tomorrow, then the trio that we have created for ourselves won’t happen. Which just makes my stomach hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt before in my life. I feel like I’m panicking and I don’t know how to make it stop. Everything that I want, every damn thing that I have ever wanted in my life, hinges on who I scent out tomorrow when I wake. Alexander is feeling the exact same thing I am. Though, I’m pretty sure we know who his mates are and he’s begging the Goddess that he
I had a feeling that I would be seeing my boys tonight. The night before they were born. Their 21st birthday. It’s so hard to believe that the babes that I held in my arms when they were born, the pups that I have watched grow, both with me and on Earth, are going to be fully fledged wolves. I’m so proud of the males that they have turned out to be. They are strong, brave, kind, loving, and, above all, happy. I love them so much and I am the proudest papa wolf in the entire would because of them. Right now, Alexander has been dealt a shit hand. A really shit hand. I feel awful for him. Jacob really screwed the pooch on that one. I legitimately don’t get it. I mean, I wanted to have my mates more than anything in this world. The only thing that made me even think about rejecting Arya was to help save her pain. But I always, always, always wanted them. I mean, I know who all of our pups are mated to. Jacob, Rowen, and Alexander. I also know who all six, well seven