19 years old… I wake up to the dom walking out the door. Guess that they are heading out to get the stuff for aftercare. Fuck, my entire body is sore from the restraints, but that was the best sex that I’ve had in my entire life. Whoever this mistress is, I want her again. I’ve never felt so much pleasure from a blowjob. The way that she took my cock all the way down her throat, something that no other she-wolf has ever been able to do. Holy fuck, that was amazing. And then watching her ride me. Those deep brown eyes watching me and the way her heavy breasts swung over me. Goddess, how I wanted to dominate her. I’ve been learning how to be a switch for a little over a year. Sometimes, my alpha needs made me have to dominate my partner. But sometimes all of my alpha responsibilities were too much and I needed to have those choices taken from me. I loved watching this she-wolf dominate me, but now I wanted to feel her beneath me. Maybe I could convince her to do anot

Age 21… “Charlie, calm the fuck down. You’ll be fine. You’re not doing anything life changing or anything. Just committing the rest of your life to taking care of the pack, ya know,” Devin says and he’s lucky that all I can do is throw a hair clip at him while my mom and Luna Clara are doing my hair and makeup. Lauren is painting my toenails and she also threw one of the toe separators at Dev. “If you’re just going to be a pain in the ass, son, you know where the door is.” “Oh, com’on. I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Look! She’s stopped shaking and now she’s just annoyed at me,” he says, laughing. I see Luna Clara in front of me, biting her lip as she tries not to laugh. And I lose it. I can’t hold back my laughter when Luna Clara is laughing too. “You two are incorrigible,” Mom mutters as she curls my hair, but I see a smile tugging at her lips in the mirror. “Why are you in here anyway, Dev? You’ve gotta go get dressed,” Lauren asks him, cutting her eyes at hi

Age 21… “Darlings! I’m so excited to see you out and about after the mating frenzy! And we’re going to be designing a sex room, I hear? I love it!” That’s Rose. She’s one of the best designers in our pack. And her special penchant? Sex rooms. Because Rose is part owner of The Sanctuary. And as a mating gift for two of her best clients, she will be designing a room for Zak and I. It’s funny that a petite little she-wolf in her 50s would have this type of hobby, but to each their own. And honestly, the rooms at The Sanctuary were gorgeous. Even the dungeons had class and panache. Textures, hidden places, furniture that doubled as cozy and restraints. And the color palates are gorgeous. If anyone will understand what we need in our own playroom, it’s Rose. “Hi, Rose! It’s so good to see you again,” I say, stepping into her arms for a huge hug. “My dear girl! You are positively glowing! Of course you are. I’ve seen what your mate is packing. I’m surprised you can wal