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I don't understand humans, the way they put each other down. Her own damn father was the cause. If I ever saw him, I would be sure to rip his throat out for all the crap she put my mate through. It was a promise that I was going to keep. He was no father, a sperm donor who did nothing but break her. We were going to fix her, let her see what a gorgeous queen she really is.

Feeling Dimitri's uncertainty, I stopped the kiss. Seraphina's wet eyelashes fluttered at me. Giving her one more peck, Dimitri trailed his finger around Seraphina's face. "You should never have to feel shy or self-conscious about your body. We love every inch of you, and you can tell by how damn hard we are." Seraphina looked down and began laughing back the tears. "And I can't wait to have your thighs around my head when I lick up and down that sweet and delicious pussy." Dimitri cooed.

Chapter Eighteen

Seraphina

"Stupid,stupid,stupid,"Ikept singing in my head. I had two hot Werewolves in my bed, and here I was second-guessing myself. I mean, they did take their pants off, and they did rip my shirt and bra off, no problem. Why the hell was I being so self-conscious at that moment?

Because of those thick thighs of yours, my self-defeating conscious told me. Those thighs that supposedly wrecked any good marriage alliances for your father. I grit my teeth while holding the furs up my chest. They were both looking at me with such concern, such empathy that I had ever seen in a man.

Then again, the only men I had been around were my father's bodyguards, and they looked pretty scary. These men, Werewolves, held nothing but kindness in their eyes. I needed my thighs to thin out so I wouldn't be second-guessing my body in front of men that looked like they were carved from stone.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again, sniffing up any remaining snot that dared to drip from my nose. Dimitri pulled my legs closer to him and sat my lacy panty butt right on top of him. "Nothing to be sorry about; we are going a bit fast. Of course, you wouldn't be comfortable with us yet," Dimitri pushed a stray hair from my forehead. "We are just used to our nudity; it's a Werewolf thing."

"I guess you are ri--"I paused, the gears began to turn in my head. "So, have you seen other women naked then?" Both of them had straightened their back in an instant. If this was a cartoon, warning lights would be flashing above their heads that say, ‘abort, trick question.’ I hummed again, putting the palm of my hand under my chin. I giggled again while Dax continued his low, ‘uhhh’. It was deep, and if it weren't so funny to watch these big models squirm, I would have found it sexy.

"Well, you see," Dimitri began; I chuckled again and pushed his shoulder, being sure to keep the furs close to my breasts. "I kind of figured. Shifter people would lose a lot of clothes, huh?" Both sighed in relief, and I automatically put my head on Dimitri's shoulder.

"You guys are used to it, and I'm not; just give me a little time," I winked at Dax, who was looking utterly defeated. His hand went out, and my hand landed softly in his. "I never realized how big of a difference our cultures are. Maybe you should show me around?" Hopeful smiles curled upwards while I wiggled out of Dimitri's lap. They were both dressed in their jeans before I had a chance to look for my clothes.

"Wear this," Dimitri ordered. It was a black muscle t-shirt and the black leggings I had on earlier. "That way, all the Wolves can smell us on you."

"So weird," I mouthed while I pulled on the shirt. The boys cleaned up the food trays while I raced for my suitcase that was in the corner. Wearing a bra was a must because these girls like to get cold, not to mention how my mates' hands come in contact with my skin cause the nips to have a mind of their own. I'd rip through their muscle shirt in no time.

Heading downstairs, Dimitri and Dax flanked both my sides, just like they did when they were wolves. I couldn't help but grin at the funny position I was in. I felt like a queen walking down the massive staircase with my two hunky bodyguards with whom I may or may not have had a little sexy time with. Dimitri's hand fell to my lower back, and Dax' large hand interlaced with my fingers while walking outside.

Pack life could be summed up basically how it sounded. Wolves live in packs, and those packs take care of each other. Just like humans, they were social creatures that craved the attention of others. There was also a social hierarchy such as the leader, as an Alpha. Alpha Big Claw was the head guy everyone listened to, and his mate was called a Luna. Every now and then, I saw her waddle around a smaller hut that looked like a yurt you would see in Mongolia. Those rugged dirt huts were substantial and kept out the cold elements.

The packhouse was the main area the unmated wolves lived who wished to live in a more modern home. Dax explained that many wanted to live the way their ancestors had. Still, as time went on, Werewolves from other packs traveled here and created their own homes the way they wanted. The homes ranged from the yurts to full-blown cabins and two-story suburban homes. It was undoubtedly a melting pot of a pack with a leader who stuck to his roots.

Alpha Big Claw was Native American. His wife carried a darker skin as well, still uncertain if she was of the same nationality. There were many different colors, shapes, and sizes to the people walking by, but they all had at least some muscle. Many you could tell were Werewolves because their shirts were off coming back from "patrolling the area" or loose-fitting clothing from the women who also walked back excitedly from shifting.

I loved the idea of women being part of the pack, not just in the home, but along with the other warriors. They were allowed to train and patrol the area just like the men. They were muscular, healthy, and seemed really happy. The women who carried around babies in their slings also looked genuinely delighted. It was a simple life, and my heart felt like I could live in a place like this.

"What are you thinking, my little mate?" Wanting to scoff at the little comment, I kept quiet. "Just this place, it's so amazing. Everyone gets along; they work as a unit," I sighed. "Everyone looks happy." Dimitri hummed while drawing little circles on my back.

"It is, but it isn't always calm. Sometimes Wolves get into arguments, and they have to be resolved by the higher-ups, the Alpha, Beta, or Gamma depending on who wants to handle it. Alpha Big Claw runs a tight pack here, though."

Watching the children play on a nearby treehouse, Dax pulled me closer to him while Dimitri growled. Alpha Big Claw had run up to us, and I barely heard his footsteps. Stealthy Wolves they are.

"My wife would like to see Seraphina," he breathed. Dax held onto me closer.

"What for?" Dimitri announced.

"She's giving birth, and she wants Seraphina there to help." My mouth dropped. I haven't even spoken five words to this woman, and she wants me to witness her vagina opening the size of a cantaloupe and push out a bloody melon?!

"We just found our mate," Dax held me tighter. "And unmarked!"

"I know nothing about babies," I waved my hands out in panic. "I can't do that; it is just wrong." My hands almost shook, but Alpha Big Paw didn't relent. "She has foreseen your aura as a great help to push her through labor, please. She will have my head if I don't bring you back."

I whined, "don't make me," I whispered to Dimitri, who only shrugged his shoulders.

"Tua is very nice. She's a Witch and draws strength from nature as well as other strong women. You are a strong woman, Seraphina." Dimitri urged me while Dax growled. Even though they were identical twins, Dimitri and Dax had different points of view on things.

"Everyone is against me," I muttered. Alpha Big Paw sighed in relief as I strutted over to him. I couldn't cause problems; I had to get along since they let me stay here, away from the Bears. "I won't be much help; I don't know anything about birthing babies or keeping women comfortable."

"Just your presence will be enough," his hand went to pat my shoulder, but Dimitri pulled me away.

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