MARRIED TO THE THREE ALPHAS

what I had done t

them. If anything, the Acker property development group that licensed this fucking f

erritory. When we had planned these little bonding outings, scheduled right before the business s

e east for generations. I had the middle ground, with a luxe village that I had rebuilt with my bare hands and capi

ought the Swiss Alps to

upscale spas and luxury hotels a

n's lake industry of boating and cottag

power pl

the dynamics among wolve

barren and scraggly and useless, on the cusp of the no-man's

the

the

wanted wh

his siblings spread across North America, he needed me to protect his precious lake i

ar we planned to scatter tiny cabins throughout for gla

you

buted too

werful alpha in his own right who, for some unknown reason, bail

ew pack, but figuring out how to interact as alphas who lorded

we wer

y local high school humans occupied the booths, jailbait fem

anopies all around the parking lot, it was easier to just breathe. For a beat, I reveled in it, let

ch winter, the full pine trees around the village bedazzled with lights as soon as November hit, the ponds with water

ture lived in our hearts until we eventually l

or years, so focused on building Quinn E

he energy-to stop and smell

ed my eyes and let the outdoors i

polished oxfords taking a dusty beating as we crossed the gravel to the main road. Not a car in sight, the handful of lo

and I had plenty to offer those

little too reminiscent of my childhood, then into the forest beyond. As one, we clawed our way through more maples, dogwoods and hawthorns, alders and birches, eventually abando

swiftly by that bargain-store white cotton tee, the rest of us followed. Off came my freshly ironed charcoal dress shirt, the tailored black slacks, the silk

While we all shared a shifter's sculpted physique, muscly and toned, defined and built for phys

noying bounciness that had made my inner wolf want to fight him when they first met, just a little too exuberant and happy-go-lucky for either of our tastes. He still carried himself like a wolf who had wanted for nothing: never faced starvati

ith two new alphas nosing into his affai

ng irritati

ip to tail. Up his front legs. Around his neck, puncture wounds lingering with every shift. A chunk missing from his upper lip. B

ck, I thought the scars might be from a fated mate. After all, as far

ate, so that theory went down like a lead anchor. Some other fucked up shit mu

o years, Lucian was slow and steady, his wolf form cautious with ev

lf an

ulating and focused. Work smart, not hard.

, thick and pure obsidian. In my eyes, I had always

rm was a haggard suns

en. As soon as the shift was over, air steamy from the heat of transformation, we greeted each other cordially, reacquainting ourselves

ng fi

ion. Tonight, I vaguely sensed Soren's exhilaration as he tore through the forest, that heated excitement undercut by Lucian's caution. He brought up the rear of the group like he needed to see

mo

lled with damp forest air. We all pushed ourselves, almost as if our inner wolves sensed they had ground to recover after such a forced outing at the pub. Together, we headed n