In nervous

“I like goose feather quilts. Blankets make me itch,” Clarissa announced.

Alicia’s lips trembled and he scratched both arms. “But I’m allergic to geese.”

Yikes, the nitty-gritty details of living together were already a pain in the butt. “I’ve read online there are duvets filled with bamboo which are hypoallergenic.”

Both my mates nodded. One problem sorted, hundreds more to go.

“But before we do anything, I need permission from your Alpha to stay in the den.”

Clarissa let that sink in, his eyes darting from Alicia to me. And while it was probably nothing, he used the word “stay” in the den, not become a member. In order to stay, you had to be a member. It was one word but it repeated in my head. But I shrugged off my concerns and let it go. I wasn’t going to upset my mates by cross-examining our leopard shifter.

I couldn’t respond to Clarissa’s statement with, “Piece of cake,” because while Alpha was progressive and forward thinking, what we were suggesting wasn’t the norm. And while