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I meet my mates' eyes, wishing I knew what they preferred, but thinking I have a good idea, nonetheless. “Sometimes, I think it's important to uphold tradition. I would be honored to receive my bite beneath mother moon.”

With tears in his eyes, Blake sinks to one knee and lifts the hem of my dress up to my mid-thigh, seeking out the place my old mate bite is still scarred somewhat. I've never told them where the other one was, so the fact that he knows exactly where to go means he’s been paying attention.

Blake maintains eye contact as he puts his mouth to my skin, caressing my leg and putting me at ease. Anticipation runs through me like a drug, lighting up my nerves and hitching my breath. As the sharp points of his canine teeth finally rest against the skin right above my knee, I'm more than ready.

I give Blake a little nod and close my eyes, crying out as he marks me as his, completely erasing everything that Trevor left behind. Now all I feel is hope and joy and yes, love. Maybe it's too early to say it, but he can't hide the way he feels for me.

He’s meticulous about cleaning the wound when he finally pulls his teeth from me, each brush of his tongue sending electricity through my body. Then Beckett is at my neck, behind me, ready to erase another set of marks then never should have been forced on me. He's quicker, as if he knows that it's taken a lot of willpower for me not to rip off my dress and mount them.

With Blake still kissing around my leg, Beckett sinking his teeth into my neck, and Brooks on the opposite shoulder from where Beckett is and sinking his teeth right into my shoulder, I'm inundated with them.

The spirit of them races through me right along with all the endorphins, making every little reservation that I might have been holding onto incinerate. When they're satisfied with their work, they step away, but I'm not left cold. I can feel them swirling through me, their consciousness wrapping me up in comfort while their parents congratulate us politely and leave us to be.

“Do you want to do the next part?” Brooks asks in a low tone that's hard to decipher.

“I'm not sure if I can, but I'd like to try.” I spin so Brooks can unzip me, and they all slip out of the robes they wore for the ceremony, placing a hand on me somewhere as I start to call my wolf forward.

I haven't been able to shift since my life was ruined, but when I reach for her, her legs tremble with the effort to get back to me. She's whining but eager, strong and unashamed.

Sweat dots my brow as I pull that last little bit to get her forward, falling to all fours on the soft forest floor. I suffer through an agonizing transition like it’s the first time all over again, fur and bones fighting for dominance with the human side of me. It's agonizing, yet the joy I feel when I'm finally in wolf form again is unmatched.

As soon as the guys shift, I'm ready to run.

My wolf and I are proud of our new mates, excited to be able to run with them under the light of the moon, to be wearing their bites and feeling connected to them.

We run around in large looping circles before I'm too fatigued to go on, at which point I shift and all but collapse as Beckett catches me.

“You did so good, love,” he says to me as he carries me to our home, suspiciously not even a little bit out of breath. “So damn proud of you, my mate.”

I'd like to say that we got down and dirty the second we walked through the door, but the exhaustion of shifting for the first time in so long and the long day has gotten to me, so after we clean up I get to fall asleep knowing that when I wake up, they'll all be there and they will be every day going forward. That I don't have to worry about being alone anymore, because I found pieces of my soul I didn't even know I was missing.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Beckett, Now

“What’s this?”

“One of your mating presents. We were going to give it to you as a courting gift, but we were too antsy to wait. We figured, why bother with courting if we can just mate you instead?”

My beautiful girl rubs the sleep out of her eyes and pulls herself to a sitting position in bed, yawning and stretching. “You got me a mating present?”

“You're going to like it, I promise.”

Me and my brothers take spots on the bed as she opens the box hesitantly, giving the ribbon to Rowan to play with when he starts reaching for it. It's cute as fuck when she ends up just pulling him into her lap, letting him help her open it.

“What do you think we got in here, bud? I think your daddies did something they shouldn't have,” she says as she aims a look towards us. Saucy, this one.

“Trust me we really should have,” Blake says.

I'm not going to tell her about the shopping trip we have planned for later to get her a new wardrobe, but I'll make sure she gets lots of shiny things then.

She pulls the manila envelope out of the box and opens the clasp, sliding out a stack of papers with confusion painted all over her face. She starts reading through the paper on top, eyes flicking to us when she gets to the bottom of it. She goes to the next page, scans it and covers her mouth agape with what I'm hoping is good feelings, not making a sound until she gets to the last page.

“Are you guys shitting me right now?” She puts the papers on her lap and stares us down.

“No, but he might be,” Brooks says as he grabs the baby and takes a whiff of his bottom.

“What am I supposed to do with a strip club?”

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