I’m woken up when Jarren moves, jostling me out of my nap.
“Welcome back, princess,” Jarren whispers in my ear and kisses my forehead.
I blink a couple of times and stretch. I sit up and smile at him. I look over to see Dane smirking at me.
I get out of Jarren’s lap and return to the sofa to read some more of the book, whilst my mates continue working. I glance at the clock and see it’s just gone 3pm.
I read a couple more chapters before my thoughts get waylaid again. Dane said I would mark them when we sleep together for the first time, I wonder when that will be? Mates usually sleep together within a day or two of meeting. It’s been a week for us, but really only a few days of getting to know each other properly.
Now that they’ve marked me, my feelings are growing stronger for them. If they wanted to mate me, I don’t think I’d say no. I mean, who would say no to them?
“You need to stop having those thoughts, little mouse,” Jarren warns, his voice sounds deeper.
My brows furrow in confusion and I lower the book to look at them.
“We can smell your arousal,” Dane explains.
I quickly raise my book back up, hiding my blush from them. I hear them move, but I remain hidden behind my book, too nervous to check to see what they are doing.
Jarren and Dane appear next to me, and I sheepishly look over the top of the pages, Dane smirks and lifts my legs. I watch him confusedly, but he takes a seat on the sofa and lowers my legs down on top of his lap.
Jarren comes behind me and gently lifts my torso with his hands on my shoulders. He sits down on the sofa behind me and lowers me back down, so that my head is resting on his thigh.
I look up at him and he smiles down at me. He places his laptop on the armrest and begins working with his left hand. Using his right hand, he starts running his fingers through my hair. It’s relaxing and I sink into his touch.
Dane moves his laptop onto my legs and works with his right hand, he reaches out to me with his left and I slip my hand in his. I hold my book with my other hand and read, completely content as I lay between my mates, having some form of physical contact with them both.
We remain like that for a few hours, until eventually I have to go and get ready for meeting their pack. I return to the house under Dane’s escort, and I trawl through the wardrobe, trying to find the right dress. It takes me some time, but I decide on a body-con midi dress that somehow makes me look classy, whilst showing off my curves.
I’m checking my reflection in front of the mirror when I hear a loud growl from one of the nearby rooms. There’s a second growl, much louder, and I realise it is on the other side of the bathroom door, which I have locked.
The door handle rattles but the door doesn’t open.
“When I get my hands on you, little mouse, you better pray I’ve calmed down,” Dane snarls through the door.
“What’s wrong, Dane?” I ask innocently and he growls again.
“There’s a huge fucking hickey on my neck, that’s what’s wrong!” He snaps and I burst out laughing.
The door shakes, as though he’s hit it. Then it goes silent, and I know he’s managed to drag himself out of the room.
That’s so funny. I’ve given the big bad Alpha a hickey.
I do my hair and make-up in front of the vanity, I’m no MUA (make-up artist) but I look decent when I’m done. My mates greet me at the bottom of the stairs, both of their eyes widen in surprise. I watch amusedly as they darken with lust as they both allow their gaze to roam up and down my body.
“I’m not sure that dress is appropriate, brother,” Dane mutters and frowns at me.
“I agree, but we don’t have time for her to change, come on,” Jarren growls and they each take my hands.
I feel so safe and protected between them, each of them holding my hands. I notice, with amusement, that Dane has managed to hide the hickey with his shirt collar. Southern packs only do their half-dress in the day, they dress normally for events or going out.
We walk over to a large barn, where the sound of chatter reaches my ears. We enter the building and I realise it’s a huge hall, filled with rows and rows of people.
“Um, how many people are in your pack?” I mutter quietly, knowing my mates will hear it.
“Around 2000,” Jarren replies while my eyes nearly pop out.
Two thousand people?
“Holy shit,” I breathe and squeeze their hands tighter.
Everyone goes quiet and turns around to look at the three of us as we walk up the aisle. We reach a raised dais and Jarren lets go of my hand. I stand with Dane to one side as Jarren addresses the crowd.
“Thank you for joining us this evening. Alpha Dane and I were lucky enough to find our mate on our recent trip to the Mid Mountain pack. I’d like you all to welcome your Luna, Leilani,′ Jarren announces.
Everyone claps and cheers. Dane gives me a gentle nudge and I step towards Jarren, I manage to smile as I meet the sea of eyes in front of me.
I give an awkward wave, waiting for the claps to stop.
Once the room falls silent, I quickly lick my dry lips and find my voice. “Hi everyone,” I say nervously and try to muster the strength to make my voice stronger. “I promise I will try my hardest to be a good Luna for you, this is something I never expected, but I’m truly honoured to become a member of your pack.”
Cheers break out again and I’m relieved when Jarren puts his arm around my waist, and we take a step back. Dane steps forward and begins explaining their trip to my parents’ pack and how they met me and defeated the hunters.
I barely hear any of it as my body is pumping with adrenaline. To try and calm myself down, I’m squeezing Jarren’s hand and trying to focus on his steady heartbeat.
Once Dane has finished, someone puts some music on, and the pack members begin mingling. Dane and Jarren lead me down from the dais and start introducing me to people.
I can’t remember how many people I meet and shake hands with, but I recall meeting their gammas, of which they have three. They’re the ones that were at my parent’s pack to help with the hunters, but I was blind when I met them.
They do not have a Beta, as two Alphas can handle all the jobs themselves. The gammas assist when needed. The structure and hierarchy is very different to any pack I’ve encountered before, but then I’ve never met a pack run by two Alphas. It changes the dynamic, but it seems to work for them.
I find a miraculous boost of energy when the buffet comes out and everyone piles their plates with food. Jarren comes up behind me and runs his hand down my back to make me aware of his presence. He hands me a plate with a little bit of everything, it’s practically overflowing with food.
“Wow, thank you.”
I grin at him and use the fork to begin tucking in. I shovel food into my mouth, standing between Dane and Jarren as they talk to a couple of pack members. I’m grateful they don’t try and include me in the conversation, I’m busy eating.
Once the couple moves on, Dane gently takes my elbow and guides me over to a row of chairs. He sits down and pulls me onto his lap. I keep eating, but I enjoy his close proximity.
Jarren brings me a drink and I come to the realisation that I could quite easily get used to them doting on me. I clear my plate and set it down. Dane pulls me into his chest, and I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing in his comforting smell.
Another couple approach us and I slide from his lap. I take to my plate and put it on a pile of dirty ones and decide to wander around the room, talking to some of the pack members. If I’m meant to be their Luna, I should really know them better. I talk for a couple of hours, speaking to so many different people.
I’m exhausted by the time it reaches 9pm, my social energy has run out.
Jarren comes over and ushers me back to where Dane is stood.
“Time for home?” He asks me and I nod gratefully.
“Please,” I reply with a yawn.
My mates walk me back to the house. As soon as we enter, I make my way upstairs to get into my pyjamas and take the make-up off of my face.
I’m lying in the centre of the huge bed when my mates finally emerge from the bathrooms, groomed and wearing nothing but their matching black boxers. The sight is enough to have me raising my head from the pillow.
“Holy...” I trail off, unable to form any other words.
They’re both stood at the end of the bed. Tall, muscular Gods with tanned, inked skin. Identical forms other than their hair and eye colour, and all mine. My mouth waters and I quickly lay back down before my body can get excited. I’m exhausted and I’d like some sleep.
“I think our mate is a little tired for our planned activities tonight,” Dane muses to Jarren, amusement clear in his tone.
“You’re right, brother. Perhaps we should let her rest tonight, get her strength up for tomorrow.”
I peak open one eye to see Jarren wink at Dane. The bed dips with both of their weights. Dane on my left, Jarren on my right. I lie on my side and drape my arm over Jarren’s chest, cuddling into him. Dane comes up behind me and spoons me, surrounding me with his warmth. I fall asleep easily, cuddled between my mates.
When I wake the next morning, I’m boiling hot. I’m penned in between my mates. Their warm bodies are pressed against mine, raising the temperature drastically. I kick the duvet down with my feet, basking in the feel of the cool, morning air hitting my hot skin.
“Morning, little mouse,” Dane mumbles.
Jarren kisses my shoulder and then my cheek. They both rise from the bed at the same time, in twin sync. I watch with dirty-minded enjoyment as they stretch, flexing their muscles. Both of them are rocking morning wood. The tents in their boxers could take an eye out, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off of them, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.
“Shower with us?” Jarren asks, his eyes hopeful.
“Will you keep your hands to yourself?” I ask, raising an eyebrow in dubiety.
Dane grins mischievously. “No promises.”
I force myself to climb out of the bed before I can change my mind. They’re going to see me naked sooner or later anyway, may as well get it over with before nerves take over.
Both of them watch me with juvenile, male excitement as I walk into the bathroom. Their excitement quickly diminishes when I grab my toothbrush and squirt some toothpaste on it. They share a disappointed look, but then grab their own toothbrushes. The three of us clean our teeth and I take the opportunity to look properly around the bathroom.
They really were confident that they’d share a mate. The bathroom is larger than normal to accommodate three people. Although there is only one toilet, there are three separate sinks in a row.
I finish cleaning my teeth and put my toothbrush back. I slide my shorts down my legs, hooking my thong with them until they pool at my ankles. I step out of the clothes. I cross my arms and grip the bottom of my top, pulling it up, over my head. I casually drop it on top of the rest of my clothes.
I glance coyly over my shoulder to see the twins ogling the behind view of my naked form. “Well? Are you coming in or not?”