Chapter 192

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Aria

We all together in the small clearing before the vast forest of our territory.

It’s been a while since we’ve done a pack run and it is long overdue.

Even my wolf, who is not particularly impressed with how our pregnancy slows us down, is itching to get her paws on the ground.

The night air is warm and balmy, the perfect temperature to enjoy the changing seasons.

Oliver stands on his own with Liam beside him.

He is uncomfortable, my wolf notes.

I don’t blame him. He was shot, forced to leave his pack, and is now a hostage because we can’t figure out who society’s. It’s not exactly a comforting situation.

I don’t like it either but it’s necessary.

Can’t imagine him being the mastermind behind all of this.

Behind, The Feralis.

That would be exactly why it is so cunning, my wolf says.

True. He could be playing at being weak.

But what purpose would that serve? Pulling a stump like that only led to him being under constant surveillance. If he really wanted to end my life, you would think that he would want to stay more obscure.

And jerk it out of my thoughts by Kade’s. Gentle hand.

“Ready to run together, sweetheart?” I look up into his cobalt eyes and smile.

“Oh yeah. My wolf is itching to be let out.”

Theo hand grips my hip from behind. “Then let’s do it because my wolf wants to play.”

I look over at the pups being watched by Felix who is already shifted into his wolf form, Hazel, Dex and two guardians.

They are already ahead of us running around and pouncing on each other.

We have the pups and younger juveniles separated into groups, with a set group of people watching protectively over them.

The older ones, the one closer to maturity will run with us.

Everyone starts to remove their clothes and shift.

The moment my wolf’s paws touch the earth a sense of relief washes over me.

My mates wolves are there bumping my noses affectionately against mine and sniffing all around my wolf.

My belly hands are lower than usual. Our pup finally started to make his presence known in the shape of my body.

Pack members come up to me bumping their noses in recognition before bounding into the forest.

Kade’s wolf gives me a play yip, prancing on his feet and encouraging my wolf to follow him.

Ronan and Barric’s wolves flank me as I trot after Kade with Theo pulling up the rear.

My wolf gives an irritable grumble, not wanting her mates to spend the entire night guarding me instead of enjoying our time together.

She bumps against them and swats them with her tail.

Ronan’s wolf huffs with mock irritability.

My wolf snaps at them again only this time she blots through the trees.

Her mates give chase as she leads them on a merry dance. She weaves in and out of trees, hiding and popping out of logs and soon they are all playing together.

The freedom eases any tension in my wolf muscles.

When my wolf’s muscles start to tire she slows and lays down the grass content to watch her mates wrestle while she rests.

Barric’s wolf barrels into Kade’s. Both males go tumbling to the ground, rolling and battling for the controlling position.

Theo’s wolf snaps at fire as the float between the tall blades of grass.

Ronan’s wolf busts himself with grooming my wolf and rubbing against her to further embed his scent into hers.

The possessive gesture gives my wolf a warm feeling inside her chest.

Safe. Home, she thinks.

She licks his muzzle before retreating and letting our human side come to the forefront.

The blades of grass tickle my skin, cool and prickly against my naked skin. I sink my hands into Ronan’s wolf’s fur.

He leans into the touch and gives a happy rumble.

The sound draws my other mates near and suddenly I’m surrounded by them all getting close for their chance to be petted and stroked.

It’s kinda cute actually.

One by one they shift back, coming to lay on the grass with me.

Snuggling close, my body sings as warm calloused hands rub my legs, my stomach, my hair.

There is nothing sexual about the touch. It’s basic. Affectionate, adoreing.

Its connection.

Our bond hums a soothing, hypnotic rhythm. It beats in my blood like warm syrup.

Like a blanket covering, sheltering, reinforcing a space that was ours and ours alone.

Contentment, doubles, triples, quadruples as the individual threads of our passion plait into a thick braid of tenderness.

Theo’s mouth is soft when it brushes against mine. His lips move slowly, languidly, neither pushing or pulling for anything more.

Simply existing in the moment.

When he pulls away Ronan takes his place, then Barric and Kade.

And when we drift apart, I see Barric and Theo kissing softly.

Something in my lower stomach unfurls, thrills at the loving scene.

Ronan brings his mouth down on Kade. The motion is as proprietary as it is filled with craving.

The syrupy feeling thickens, coating my bones, humming with a song ancient and endless.

“I’m not going to lie, it’s really fucking hot when you guys go that,” I say unable to help myself.

Kade smirks. “Getting ideas, sweetheart?”

“A few.”

Barric groans petulantly. “ Why does there have to be pups wandering around?”

I laugh. “Don’t worry. We’ll have more than enough time when we get home.”

“Now that you mention it, Low was saying he wanted to stay over his uncle Liam’s house,” Ronan says with an innocence I’d have to be a fool to believe.

I shake my head at him but don’t fight it. A night alone with my mates sounds like heaven.

All four of them curl around me, breathing in the night, the peace, and the simplicity that comes with lying beneath the moon.

Morning will come, and with it problems I can’t begin to solve alone.

But one thing is certain.

My pack will stand together despite what life throws at us.

Not because we have no other choice, but because we won’t accept any other.

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