Dante and I were spending our Sunday in a leisurely and lazy fashion. We were lounging around the pack house, eating, watching movies, and essentially spending the time bonding together while I kept my tummy on display for Dante to rub, kiss, and talk to the pups the entire time. No one was supposed to be at the pack house today except for the Alpha and Beta and their families, which consisted of myself and Joan at the current time. Joan was sick and I was very pregnant so it was a very relaxed day. Jackson spent most of the day up in his and Joan’s living quarters but came downstairs to the great room where we had been lounging all day watching movies to visit when he couldn’t sleep anymore. “How is Joan doing today?” I asked as Jackson plopped down in a recliner near Dante and I. Dante was massaging my feet at that moment. “Still sleeping it off. Still waking up feeling exhausted and sickly. I just need something

That night, Dante and I made love so many times, I lost track of time and really everything except the moment we had encapsulated ourselves in. We eventually made our way downstairs after much needed rest, a shower, and getting dressed for the day to realize it was past lunch time.“What have you two been up to all this time?” Shaylee snickered to herself, leaned up against the counter, snacking on a piece of toast.“Oh…you know…planning for upcoming things,” I smiled at her, hoping she wouldn’t razz us about the noises coming from our room at all hours of the night last night.Dante went up to Shaylee and gave her a hug before going to grab some leftovers out of the fridge from earlier today. He heated the leftovers up and put some on a plate for myself and him before settling down at the bar stool next to me. As Dante began to dig into his food, Shaylee shouted in a shocked tone, “Dant

Joan was able to calm my nerves and screw my head back on the right way so-to-speak after my panicked meltdown in her room earlier today. I thanked her and eventually ordered her as her future Luna to take a pregnancy test since she was acting like I did when I first got here. I had this gut feeling that she was pregnant, but Joan didn’t say one way or the other about if her and Jackson had been trying for a pup, or just being stupid and irresponsible when mating. Joan said she would tell me the results after the Luna Ceremony tomorrow and I agreed. Shaylee was running around like a chicken with her head cut off while trying to make everything perfect for my Luna ceremony AND she knew the sooner that day passed, the sooner she could be on the road on her own journey towards her mate, or at least that is what she hoped.I heard my phone ping that I had a text message so I lazily pulled the phone from my pocket as I lounged in the great room of the pack house

Dante wasn’t happy to find out that I was already willing to see Callen after everything that had happened. He was even more upset that I had already somewhat reconciled with Callen through text messages late at night. Despite his feelings and intuition, he mind-linked his border patrol and let them know that Callen would be coming. Jackson had been preoccupied with Joan so much recently that Dante hadn’t been depending on him for a while now, and I could tell it was wearing him thin. He needed his beta back. The morning of the ceremony got off to a start without any issues. We joined the pack for a large breakfast feast followed by the pack slitting Dante and I apart for a tradition I was unaccustomed to. The mated she-wolves of the pack and elders, took me to a hot spring for some apparent much needed pampering, while the mated wolves and elders took Dante with them for some gathering.“So, explain to me exactly what this is all about again?” I asked Mrs. Betty, one of the elder m

The family barbeque was enjoyable to say the least. We received many strange stares from pack members as the three of us, Callen, Dante, and I, laid in the large lounge chair together. We didn’t care though, everything felt so…right and so natural! As we watched some of the younger families interact with one another, I noticed that the new mother’s seemed to all know each other real well and spoke in groups with their pups on their hip, lap, tit, back, or in a carrier of some sort while the dads all looked like they were laid out in the lounge chair area - all laid back with beers or spirits in their hands - chatting to one another casually as they enjoy their refreshments.The pups were all so adorable! I admired them from afar, knowing I would be holding two of my own sweet little pups in just around two short months from now! Would I be one of those mom’s with a pup on my hip chatting in a mommy and me group? Was that how they got help from the pack with how to properly raise thei