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Cheyenne

Two Months Later

Iknocked on Chelsea's door. She yelled at me to come in, and I stepped into the cabin, not for the first time witnessing the beautiful chaos that was her life, and would soon be mine.

Never in a millionyears would I have imagined that I'd meet a wolf-shifter, or even that they existed. Never in a billion years would I have imagined that I would fall in love with not one, but three of them, and never in a trillion years could I have wrapped my head around what was about to happen today. But this was the choice I'd made and as nervous as I was about it, I was a thousand times more excited. I'd spent a lot of time with Chelsea, her baby Jack and her mates over the past two months and I'd witnessed nothing but pure love and happiness.

Of course, the men sometimes bickered and the cabin wasn't always neat and clean and sometimes no one could seem to figure out what the baby wanted.

Their phones were always ringing thanks to their security business and they'd just wrapped up a huge case where they were responsible for catching a ring of people that were committing insurance fraud and using the money to fund a drug organization.

Four men had been killed...drug dealers, and Ridge had been one of the Pack that had found them.

I'd watched him for the past few months too, go from my sexy mate, to a serious member of the pack. I'd heard him take charge in a professional way in phone calls with the police in Bali about the case, and I'd heard him take phone calls from one of his alphas where he was almost submissive. I've seen him in 3-D is the way I like to look at it, from arrogant, sexy man, to glorious beast, to a docile servant...and a sweet, kind, loving mate, and even a protective, caring best friend. I knew from the moment I saw him that I was attracted to him. I know now, that I love him.

Then there was Chase.

He was the one I could talk to, the one that made me laugh away my problems. At first I thought I was confusing my need for a real friend with attraction, but the more time I spent with him, the more I began to see him not just as my friend, but as a desirable man.

Chase wasn't good-looking in the traditional sense, I suppose. He was shorter than Ridge, and not nearly as muscular. He had dull brown hair and hazel eyes and he wasn't ugly, just average...at first. But the more I got to know him, and the more I saw him in different situations, the more attractive he became to me.

For one thing,his relationship with little Jack was one of the most heartwarming things I've ever experienced. He loved that baby like he was his own, and other than his own parents, there was no one Jack loved more.

Chase got this light in his hazel eyes that turned them almost bright green when he looked at the boy...and that same light was there when he looked at me.

I honestly believe Chase would have been the one to walk away first, just to make me happy, had I wanted that...but when I looked deep inside my heart I knew that wasn't what I wanted.

I wanted Chase as much as I wanted Ridge. I just loved them both differently and for different reasons.

Then there was Grayson.

The other guysstill tease him about being my “pet,” and maybe that's true. Of all three of them, I like Gray the best.

That's not to say I love him more, because I don't. I just feel more comfortable around him, like he's the one that has truly seen the real me, stripped down, bare...and I don't mean naked, although he'd seen that first too.

I mean that people are raw with their pets, no pretense. Gray had seen all of that, and he still loved me.

He was young, but only two years younger than me. He still had some growing up to do, but so did it.

He was definitely beautiful to look at. As a human with those incredible blue eyes and jet black hair, the sight of him sometimes sent a chill through me that settled in my core and leaked out into my panties.

I'd chosen all three after spending a lot of time talking to Chelsea. There was no pressure to choose any of them, or all of them. She was just honest with me about her life with her mates, the good and the bad, and she let me see them all at their best and worst. I'd still chosen all three...and today would be the day that I would mate with them, together.

“Hey,” Chelsea said to me, handing Jackie to Will and saying, “Okay guys, we need the house. It's a no male zone for a while.” There were a few grumbles but each one of her mates ultimately kissed her on the cheek and left the cabin. It looked like a tornado had touched down in their living room and she put her hands on her hips and sighed as she looked around and said, “You sure you want to do this?” I laughed.

“Maybe I'll train mine to clean up after themselves.” She was the one that laughed then.

“Yeah, good luck with that. It smells like a wet dog in here. I can't even train Will to leave his boots outside the door. But anyways, I'm so excited for you. Are you really ready for this?” By that, I knew she meant the mating ceremony. I was given many choices about how I wanted to do this, and I chose the “old way” that all three of my men seemed to be so connected to.

None of us had made love yet...that had been incredibly hard. I'd shared kisses and sweet, sexy touches with them all, and I was dying some night when I had to go home, but I had a feeling it would all be worth it...tonight.

I nodded at Chelsea. “I'm sure. I'm ready.”

“So your roommate believes your moving in with Ridge?”

“Yes. She's still not happy about it. He's tried so hard to win her over, but she's a tough nut to crack. My other friend, Bonnie...she likes him now.”

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