The mating ceremony

When I assumed things couldn't get any better, my mates proved me wrong. I didn't know they were still thinking of the mating ceremony. I had long given up on that. Despite the change of treatments from the pack; I assumed they wouldn't fully accept me. Who would have thought my mates would get them to accept me?

They didn't tell me about that because the elders were still waiting for an auspicious day. As my due date got nearer, they became apprehensive. However, they didn't tell me the reason until the elders provided a date, two days before the date the doctor gave me.

They were so thrilled, they almost hugged the living hell out of me. It felt like they were going to press our babies out from how happy they were as they expressed their happiness.

I might not be a werewolf, but I understood how important it was for them to bond with me before the babies arrived.

Father was, after all, the one who made the rules. Funny enough, I had forgotten about that until Mitch mentioned it.