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I knew he would eventually find his mate but I don’t need to see it. “Stop hiding and come meet your brother and Carters mates pinkie.” Myles states. I walk over to where everyone is. Alpha Phillip has a huge smile on his face and congratulates the new couples. I hit Myles as I stopped and stood by him. “I told you not to call me that M-Dog.” I retort.

he caressed my bottom lip, and leaned in to seal his lips with mine. My heart skipped and raced in my chest from his words but I couldn’t say them back. Luckily for me, his mom appeared in the doorway to tell us the whole of the pack was waiting for us in the woods already. It was a ritual to hold the mating ceremony in the middle of the woods, with the werewolves gathered in a large circle, around the two mates as they howled their vows but in this case, we’d be saying them.

“Rule Five: We post exactly one couple photo per week. No more, no less. Hashtag #TotallyRealCouple.” Layla laughed. “Yes! And Rule Six: If either of us wants out, we talk it through and call it quits cleanly.” Ethan tapped the last line on his phone’s notepad. “Sounds good. Anything else?” Layla glanced down at her messy handwriting. “Maybe… Rule Seven: We do at least one joint social engagement per week. You know, for authenticity.” He smiled. “Farmers’ market on Sunday?” She snorted. “Perfect. But you’re carrying the flowers.”

*** Next morning, I cracked the door for my run—boom, Beatrice was right there. "I knew you'd be up early. Got up at four to make ravioli and cream soup. You can eat after your run." "No thanks. I'm not dragging out drama with an ex. My girlfriend wouldn't like it." I brushed past. She just smiled, unfazed. "Please. I asked around—you came back alone." "I'm not lying. She's military. We need clearance to marry. Once it's approved, she'll be here." Leona's status made the paperwork slower than most. A small hiccup forced her to resubmit, which delayed everything.

"We'll buy a new one if you don't like it. Your husband always has money for you." She broke out with a smile. "My husband is the best!" Helen was stunned to see the sweet interaction between me and my wife. She burst out, "You're married!" I nodded. I showed her my family's ancestral ring on my wife's finger. "Yup. We met when I was out of the country for an observation trip a few years ago. It felt like we'd known each other for ages. It didn't take long for us to get together." Helen's heart broke. She was almost crying.

I don’t even know if what we did counted as a real kiss since even just friends share pecks. “Just wait until he returns to confirm.” For the first time in a while, I agreed with my other half. It makes sense to wait until he returns from his trip to define what we have and how long it will last. He did say we matched and matching is just like mating. It is basically mating. Just that we get to pick who we want instead of the moon goddess choosing for us. In this case, Andres chose me and even though I didn’t want anything to do with him at first, I am already rethinking that decision. Don’t blame me, the man has a way of pulling people to his side and I am not immune to his charms.

I question, trying to not get too giddy. I suggested to the guys that we should get little tattoos on our left ring fingers now that we are officially together and out in the underworld with our poly relationship. I got the idea from one of my reality TV shows. A couple did, and I thought it was cool and sweet. So, I suggested it to the guys randomly during our little honeymoon getaway. At the time, they didn’t really answer me yes or no. I think they were more shocked at my suggestion. “Yes, Little Dove.” Nico answers.

She clung to Eric's arm and mentioned with a grin, "No worries. We can start over and get to know each other again." This so-called best friend of mine wasted no time flaunting her affection with Eric the moment she thought I'd lost my memory, her gaze laced with provocation. And Eric? He seemed to relish the thrill of cozying up to another woman right in front of his girlfriend. "Lila's right. You two are best friends, and your boyfriends are best buddies too—what a coincidence!" "It's all good. Just think of it as meeting a new friend for the first time."

I walk up to them with a smile on my face. Steph whistles. “Girl, if Lucas fumbles this, he deserves jail. My goodness, you look stunning, Marcella!” “You look as gorgeous as ever, Steph,” I reply and turn to Jason. “Hi, Jason, good to see you again, and you're looking really good.” “Thank you, Marcella. You look extremely amazing!” He reply. I laugh, sassy, confident… but something feels off. Everyone has a partner. Couples everywhere. Arms linked. Hands intertwined.

Ryan went completely still. Jamie forced himself to repeat it. “I don't want you.” The silence between them became unbearable. Ryan stared at him. Something inside him cracked. His wolf surged forward. Mate. Ryan moved before he could think. His hand closed around Jamie's wrist. Jamie gasped. The instant their skin touched, the bond exploded between them. Heat raced through Jamie's body. His breath caught. Ryan felt it too. The connection. The pull. The sudden rush of warmth that made every instinct inside him scream.