Page 50 of My Pucking Family

“You're so pretty, like a princess,” the young girl who hugged me the last time I was here compliments Leera, causing her to blush all over.

“Thank you,” she squeaks. “I'm Leera. What's your name?” she asks as she kneels to the children's level.

“My name is Penelope,” she answers, taking Leera's hand and leading her to a log off to the side. “We should sit here; the boys like to wrestle with Alpha when he gets here.”

It's at that moment that I realize that she is the only little girl in the pack. I smile at them perched on the log before mayhem ensues. I allow myself to be tackled to the ground by little people and pups alike. When they've got me down and covered, I shift, and my wolf breaks through the pile of children and pups to play.

The smile on Leera's face while she watches us and chats with Penelope shoots straight through to my heart.

Is this what having my own family would be like?

Would Leera want to live with the pack and be part of our community?

Could I feel this kind of freeing happiness every day?

I don't know how long we wrestle, and I don't care. We go until the pups are pooped out, and we all collapse onto the ground, earning us a few more snickers from the girls.

My wolf is panting, but we're happy. Leera makes her way over and scratches us behind the ear, and fuck, if it doesn't feel amazing.

“You're just a great big softie, aren't you?” she asks in a mushy baby voice that would be patronizing if she wasn't so damn cute.

I decide to follow Benny's lead and lick up her whole face.

“OH! ROMAN RAZBOINIC!” she squeals again.

Penelope wags her finger in front of my snout. “Uh, uh, uh, you're in trouble now.”

Leera's laughing again.

Using my muzzle, I pull her into me. She plops onto the ground, and I wrap myself around her. She rubs her face all through my fur, giving back my slobbery kisses before sinking into me.

Little Penelope’s mother comes to collect her to help with chores, and Leera smiles and waves in return.

“I can't wait to meet my wolf. I'm sure you can't either. Not you, Roman, but your wolf. Will my wolf look the same as your last mate’s? Or will she reflect me?”

I can feel my wolf's love for her as much as my own. Even with me getting Leera back, it still doesn't change the fact that he has gone so long without her wolf. I hadn't thought about whether the wolf would be the same. Since our wolves usually match us physically in some way, and Leera and Imogen are so different, I would assume the wolves would be different too. It's the souls that continue moving on.

I allow myself a few more minutes to nuzzle her before nudging her to hop up. Once she's up, I nod towards the rock where I had someone from the pack drop off a cloak for me.I don't think Leera's ready for me to just walk around stark naked...yet anyway.

Once I've shifted and donned the cloak, I turn back to her. “Let's help everyone get ready for this evening,” I suggest, as I drop a kiss to her knuckles.

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We've spent all day helping the pack prepare for tonight, and we're about an hour away from beginning the acceptance ceremony for the new wolf. We met and spoke with him already, and he seemed really nice. He was raised in a pack in the south, but when their alpha passed without an heir, it tore the pack apart. Friends and brothers turned on each other, so he made his way north. When he heard of Roman's pack, he continued his journey here.

I have never seen so much food in one place in all my life. It makes sense, though; I've seen how much food six of them can eat; I can't imagine having to cook for an entire pack every day.

The wood the men collected for the bonfire is stacked into a teepee shape that's taller than me in the center of the rock circlethat I saw when we came in. With the wood piled that high, that bonfire is going to be humongous.

I'm starting to get a bit jittery from nerves, but I just keep reminding myself how worth it this will be. It almost feels like the jitters aren't just my nerves. It feels as though it's also partially a result of my wolf's excitement.

I'm still so sorry you've been locked up all my life. I truly can't wait to meet you.

She huffs and brushes her calming fur beneath my skin.

I've so enjoyed meeting so many amazing people...or werewolves? I'm not sure what the appropriate protocol is when referencing everyone.Add that to my list of werewolf questions.The women of the pack have been so nice, allowing me to help and just talking with me like I've been here all along.

Penelope has spent the day glued to my side, after approving it with her mother, of course. Her and Roman took me on the grand tour, and it was so much more than I ever expected.

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