Page 82 of Seduced By the Werewolves

“Always.” And it’s true—I could never love anyone like I love these four perfect men.

It was an easy decision to ditch my apartment. There was nothing there for me but atrociously high rent, when I could be shacking up with my four mates in their beautiful underground home, instead.

I move into the new room the guys have carved out of the hill, right next to Leon’s, bringing my bed, my desk, and my dresser with me. It’s lovely to have my own space, but still be near all of them. We almost always sleep on the big bed in Leon’s cavern of a room, the four of them curled around me.

Naturally, I get to meet their parents. Mr. Graham acts like any other dad in his sixties, with a bit of a beer belly. His hair is still dark, just like his sons, and thick across his body. I don’t even have to be told to know he’s a werewolf.

“Oh, I’m so happy they found you!” Their mother, Delaney, is sweet as a cupcake and has perfectly round cheeks. “I remember when their dad imprinted on me...” She swoons. “What a whirlwind romance! It didn’t take long to know I was his mate.”

They exchange a kiss, and behind me, Quinn makes a disgusted blech! sound.

If I’m going to do the job they want me to, I need an office, so my first item of business is to clear out the little cabin that acts as the “house” on the property. While the guys and their dad work on clearing away old junk and furniture, then repairing what’s fallen apart over the years, Mrs. Graham helps me pick out a desk, a chair, and plenty of filing cabinets. I didn’t expect how powerful I would feel getting to select what goes where and creating the most efficient workspace for myself possible.

“I knew it,” she says after a while of us assembling the desk from terrible instructions.

“Knew what?” I ask, realizing I’ve put the wrong screw in.

“That they would all bond to one person.” She shrugs. “They’ve just always been close, the type to share. It’s not uncommon for siblings to bond to a single mate and form a pack.” She grins. “I expect I’ll have lots of grandkids.”

A flush takes over my face. The plan is that once the office is up and running, and I’ve figured out the flow of things, I’ll stop taking the pill. We still have to complete our ceremony, but we’re waiting until the next full moon.

Tiff! You going to be done soon?

It’s Quinn texting me. He’s always so impatient for me to come play with him. He likes to roll around with me on the floor until he’s good and worked up, and then he fucks me until I can’t walk.

Eli’s been experimenting with fingering me from behind while I’m bouncing on Quinn. We’re building up to taking him there, and I’m thrilled and nervous. But oh, it feels so good when he does it.

Luckily, my body has adapted pretty well, and I’ve gotten back into running again. Now I jog through the beautiful woods that surround my new home, and sometimes I’ll even catch sight of deer or a fox.

I sit back from the desk project and text a quick reply.

I’ll be back in a bit. Then you can even chase me if you want

Quinn sends me a bunch of puppy dog faces, and I put my phone in my pocket to finish the desk. When it buzzes again, I assume it’s one of the boys. But when I glance down, I find that it’s a call from my mom.

Great.

I contemplate not answering. I haven’t once felt bad about myself since I moved in with the guys, and I don’t like the idea of what lies in wait if I meet with her. But I only hold out on picking up until the third ring because she’ll get annoyed with me if I let her go to voicemail.

“Hey, Mom,” I say, steeling myself for the worst.

“Hi there, honey. Are you feeling better this week?” She doesn’t wait for me to answer. “I’m calling because I need to reschedule our usual dinner date. Can we go on Friday? Miriam wants to go to happy hour, and?—”

“Sorry,” I interrupt. “I have a date that night.”

Maybe it’ll get her off my back until I can figure out how I’m going to tell her the truth.

“So it’s going well with the boyfriend, then?” For a second, I’m offended by the strength and volume of her surprise. “That’s great, Tiffany.” Then she pauses, and I can hear her thinking hard on the other end—which never goes well for me. “Is it serious?”

Well, Mom, I just moved in with them. They practically consider us married, and we’re already talking about having kids.

“I guess so,” I answer.

“Then I want to meet him!” She huffs. “Okay, instead of going out on Friday, bring your date to the house. I’ll cook dinner. I need to know all about the man who is so lovely as to be getting serious about my daughter.”

I frown at the way she says it, like I should be blessed to have a boyfriend.

It’s a terrible idea. I could bring just Leon, but that would feel wrong. I’m mated to all of them, and each of them means the world to me.

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