Author's Note: Fair warning that this ENTIRE chapter is basically smut. If that's not your thing, you can pick up at the next chapter without losing too much of the story - except, you know, the good stuff!
The Alpha was pacing the small bungalow nervously. For her part, the little she-wolf sat perched on the edge of the bed, nervously twiddling her thumbs and continuously rearranging the crown of flowers adorning her pretty little head. She was dressed in a beautifully embroidered, flowy white silk blouse that was see-through, her pert little breasts just barely covered by the baby blue lace bralette that she wore beneath. Her lithe legs were covered by a knee-length lace skirt that matched the stunning blue of her lingerie. She had capped off her attire with a pair of bright yellow kitten heels, which matched the crown of sunflowers that sat atop her raven locks.
Ryan sat on the sofa across from the bed and glanced at his watch. Rain had promised that she would pull it together for this Mating Ceremony, so that they could finally close the book on the Alpha's affections towards her; so that they could be free to move forward in their own relationship without the other man continuously turning up, inquiring, wishing, hoping.
When she rushed into the small space and slammed the door harshly behind her, she spun to face the trio of curious faces and sighed. "I'm so sorry, but Christopher wouldn't let me leave him."
The Alpha looked immediately concerned. "Is he alright?"
"He's fine, Alpha," Rain sighed and tossed herself down beside her mate. "He was nursing and then he was fussy, but he is fine now. He is in the best of hands with Richard and Layla."
The Alpha nodded and sighed loudly. "Thank the goddess."
Ophelia's soft voice spoke up then, barely above a whisper. "Who is Christopher?"
Ryan smiled sweetly at the little she-wolf, but it was Rain who responded. "Christopher is my pup."
"Our pup," the Alpha amended. "He is our pup and the future Alpha of this pack. You met him, Ophelia, don't you remember?"
The she-wolf considered this and shrugged. "I forgot, Alpha, I'm sorry. Why do you have a son with your Beta's mate?"
Ryan shrugged and tried to offer her a comforting smile. "The world is a weird fucking place, kid!"
"But," Ophelia stammered then, glancing from the Beta, to Rain, to the Alpha, and then back again. "What does that mean for, if, for, if we have a pup?" she stammered.
The Alpha sat down beside her then, taking her hands into his much larger, tattooed ones. "Our first male pup would be first in line for the Beta position, should he wish to train to take it. And, I pray to the goddess that this never happens, but if something were to happen to Christopher, then our pup would be Alpha."
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