Page 139 of The Wolf in My Tavern

The scent filling my nose is no longer that of a fertile mate but that of a bred mate.

My sense of pride is fierce and sudden. With our mate between us, I share a sleepy look with Gray. His grin is broad—he knows.

“Aye,” he says, his voice inside my head. “Looks like you will no longer be the only whelp in our family.”

Family?

He closes his eyes in a determined way, but the smile is still on his lips.

We are a family now, Ada, Gray and me, but it is more than only us. I have always sensed Gray, Drake, and Arlo, maybe because they were the first shifters I was close to. Now I sense the pack, the collective entity stretching out into the den and beyond, out to even more distant lands, and those other packs I have met.

“Welcome to the pack,” Gray says, although his eyes do not open, and I can feel he submits to sleep.

I stay awake longer, reveling in the wonder of belonging, of connecting to all.

Then I draw my awareness back to the three of us and the tiny presence that is not yet formed enough to be aware.

I think about what I have here and about my father, who I left behind.

Somewhere in another plane beyond earthly understanding, I sense the mother I lost looking down and watching over me.

Gray

Reduced to three filthy bodies, we lie, limbs entwined, the tiny omega nestled between us, her hair a crusty mess, and her mouth parted as she snores against Callum’s chest.

My balls ache to the point of pain, and my cock feels raw. To say that was a wild experience is an understatement.

I cannot wait to do it again. It is probably for the best the lass is well bred, for I believe my body needs time to recover before it can catch up with the enthusiasm of my mind.

Callum shifts, dislodging her and rolling her against me as he staggers to his feet. He returns with a cup of water, encouraging our sleepy mate to drink.

She grouches about this, trying to bat him away.

The water spills over her throat and tits before she gulps some down—I am distracted as my cock gives a weak jerk.

“She needs cleaning up,” I say, lest I do something foolish like try to mount her again. My arms feel like lead weights. The heated pool is close at hand, but I believe that will be the limit of my endurance in my wasted state.

Gods, I am famished.

Ada’s belly rumbles.

Callum chuckles. “I’ll get us some food.”

He staggers up again.

“Come on,” I say, lifting her into my arms, and gritting my teeth, I heave her out of the bed, stagger for the water, and half pitch her in.

“Uff! I was sleeping!”

“You are filthy and need to be cleaned up.”

I wade deeper into the warm water with her in my arms.

Her contented sigh as she rests her head against my shoulder puts a smile on my face.

“Oh, this feels so nice.”

I have my arms full of wet, bred woman. “Hmm,” I cup her ass, pulling her closer, thinking about her belly growing. “So do you.”

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