Two months later… Standing under the spray of the shower, I only just now realize that I’m washing my hair with face wash instead of shampoo. Ugh! This is the third time I’ve done that this week. I sigh, washing my hair out and making sure that I get the shampoo this time. I’ve been doing stupid shit like that a lot lately. Orange juice in my cereal. Forgetting to take the pen cap off of the pen before I use it. Salt instead of sugar in my coffee. Just absentminded stuff. I can’t seem to focus on anything. The only thing that seems to be able to keep my attention is sparring in the arena. The first week after Carl and I rejected each other is a complete blur. I barely remember anything. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I barely ate. I hardly slept. I was extremely depressed, but I couldn’t let others see that. I couldn’t let them know that I’d rejected my mate because I couldn’t let everyone know that I’m gay. That could lead to fights for my position and diss
“Julie, seriously. This is about your brother tonight, not me. He’s the new alpha! You are the one that needs to dress up, not me,” I plead with my best friend. After a deep dive into the pack’s finances, the beta, delta, and gamma of our pack had found out that the alpha was embezzling money from us. Apparently, he was planning on leaving our pack when he retired. Since he didn’t have any children as he had never accepted a mate, he felt no need to stick around and he wanted to make sure he had a nice retirement home. Asshole. I never liked him. My parents and I had moved here because of a lucrative job offer. Pop’s the head of a huge construction firm, combining humans and wolves all over New England. There was a huge hotel being built and Dad was just supposed to be lodging at the Lone Wolf Pack while it was being built.But Dad had fallen in love with the place. Since there was a Lone Wolf pack member that had found her mate in our pack and she wanted to bring her p
I can’t believe I found her the first place I went looking. My second chance mate! And she’s a sexy little vixen, too. Her name is Lauren Densmore, the daughter of one of the warriors and the head of a construction company. She has been training with her mother to help with the warrior training for the newly shifted werewolves. And you can tell by the way she looks. Her waist is so slim that both of my hands can close around it, yet she is anything but frail. In her short, black, strapless dress, I can see her sculpted arms and legs and the heels that she’s wearing make her perky little ass stick out and look perfect for me to squeeze. Lauren’s tits are the perfect handful for me, making them about a D-cup. You wouldn’t think that would just be a handful, but I’m a big ass dude. If someone is going to fill my hands, they’ve gotta be pretty chesty. Her figure isn’t the only thing that draws your eye. This girl is a total knockout. Fair skinned with a smattering of freck
Three weeks later… Meet me at the cliff in an hour. Don’t tell anyone where you’re going. That was the mindlink I got from Richard when he entered our packlands. I could tell it was just when he arrived because I felt him enter the territory through the pack mindlink. He was about fifty minutes away from the packhouse . Did he miss me as much as I missed him? Did he need me as much as I needed him? Is that why he wanted to meet me at the cliff? Would this be another heartbreaking tryst? And even if it is, it’s not like I can refuse him. He is my everything. I know that he won’t get there for a while, but I can’t help it. I leave immediately after his mindlink and head for the cliff to wait. All I’d do while I waited for him would be pacing in my rooms anyway. Might as well have a nice view while I wait, right? It seems like an eternity and the blink of an eye that I wait at the cliff, a blanket spread out underneath me, when I smell his scent of citrus and cinnamon on
Oh fuck! Richard! Baby! This feels so Goddess-damned good! I mind-link to my first mate. Obviously, my mouth is full, so there is no talking. But I still want Richard to know what he and Carl are doing to me. “That’s right, Lori. Suck my cock. You love it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you? You like Carl’s big dick inside of you? I know how amazing it feels in a tight hole. You get my cock nice and wet and you can watch me fuck him.” Richard’s hands fist in my hair, though his movements are gentle, allowing me to get comfortable with being stuffed so full at both ends. Carl, on the other hand, isn’t pulling any punches. His hands are holding on to my waist in a bruising grip. His body is slamming into me with such force that the sound of our skin smacking together fills the night air. He grunts and moans each time that he moves inside of me, his breath fanning my back with each thrust. And I love it. I love it all. “Lauren. Shit, girl. You are so tight. You feel
Three years later… I want to say that these have been three happy years. There definitely have been some happy moments. Introducing Lauren to my parents. Introducing her to the pack as the Gamma female. Seeing her joy in her job in working with the newly shifted wolves. Anniversaries. Birthdays. Dates. But there were some really difficult times, too. Our connection with Carl never fully disappeared. It had diminished quite a bit, I’m guessing from the fact that he and I had rejected each other and he had rejected Lauren. But it never fully went away. Carl went out of his way to avoid us. Early morning trainings, trips to other packs, showing up to meetings right on time and leaving immediately after so that there was no chit chat. He tried to act like we weren’t even there. Everyone noticed. They seemed to think that Carl didn’t like Lauren, since he stopped even talking to me after she arrived. Clara and Jared especially were upset about it and tried anything t
That time with Carl was the best of my entire life. Though we could not act as mates would in front of others, we were friends. We joked. We laughed. We touched casually. And at night, all three of us were together. We never say it. We never tell each other that we love each other. But it is there. In every look. Every kiss. Every caress. But the act of saying the words…I think it would make it even harder for us to give each other up. We tell Christine everything. How my males found out that they were mates. How Richard and I met. How Carl and I met. And how I have yet to reject him. She pleads with me to reject him before they mate each other. Not because she thinks that he won’t follow through with the mating. He has given his word and Carl is nothing if not true to his oath. No, my friend wishes to save me the pain. I appreciate it. Truly I do. But Carl and Richard are everything to me. They are the other parts of my soul. I will not reject him no mat
21 years later… “How much was passed down from generation to generation of leadership about Selene’s mates? I know that Charlie, Zak, Xander, and Devin did not know of this, but once an entirely new leadership is inducted, what is told to them?” Oracle Lucille asks. Zak asked for a meeting with all of the old and the new leadership, along with Oracle Lucille and her oracle-in-training. I had assumed to talk about what would likely happen in a war with Blue Crescent, but this conversation isn’t starting off in the way I would have assumed if that was the case. Jared looks at all of us, confused. “You mean the lore about her mating not only Pan, but a human? I mean, we were told the story, but…it’s just a tale. It’s not real.” The Oracle just stares at him, as if he is a stupid child who was given the answer, but is too dimwitted to see what was right in front of him. “It can’t be real,” Lauren says. “That would mean that mate trios are…” Her thought fades into vapor, but sh