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"Yes, that's it, that's it!" Saint gasps, and then pounds himself into me, coming to a halt fully seated inside me.

I can barely hear anything over our heaving breaths, my pulse in my ear, but looking down at Saint's flushed face, hoodie pulled up to his chest with puffy lips I can help but giggle.

"What?" Saint asks with a devilish grin on his face.

"You look very happy."

"I am in a fuckingbodaciousmood, Tiny. All thanks to you," Saint hums, pulling me in for a kiss. He shifts his hips again, driving himself deeper, making me moan into his mouth. "Yeah, that's yours. You can have more later." Saint chuckles.

"Talk aboutmymouth," I mutter as I scramble off of his lap and back into my seat. It takes me a minute to untangle my leggings and stuff my legs back in them.

"Don't deny it babe, we're both brats and you know it." Saint winks, pulling his pants up, then puts the vehicle in reverse, pulling us out of the beginning of a trail head, and back on the road to home.

To ourAlpha.

I laugh,loudly, but I do have to agree. We are both brats. Jay's brats.

31

Family Dinner

It's been a few weeks since Saint and I became… officially a thing. And, honestly, I can't imagine life without either of them now. Jay and Saint aremine.We go to bed together, and I wake up with one of them presenting me with a coffee and a kiss as I get out of bed.

Saint always has breakfast waiting for me downstairs, and Jay is always there to sweep me off my feet at the end of the day.

There is a rivalry of sorts there, but only in thefunway. Only when they're between my legs, making me keep count, like lastnight until the dark hours of morning when the moon still illuminated the snow.

Tonight, however, isfamilydinner, and even though Saint is cooking and Jay will be here, I'm unbelievably anxious. It's been turned into an all-day affair. The boys have been decorating the entire house for the last few days while I've been at work, stringing lights up and hanging wreaths on the outsides of the windows. The Cabin looks beautiful, and I can't believe they've accomplished this much.

Regardless, I might chew the inside of my lip raw before it's time for dinner.

Aggie has been to the Cabin here and there, mostly a stop-and-go more than an actual visit because the wolf is practically a busybody these days.

But my mom and Athena have not been to the Cabin. Not even a drive-by, to my knowledge.

I haven't seen either of them since the Pack meeting, when Jay was introduced as the Alpha, much less spoken to them, which will absolutely bemy faultat some point today.

Already, a tension migraine brews at the base of my skull.

A text from Sam interrupts my unorganized thoughts.

What are you wearing?

Probably just jeans?

Artemis Leto Hunt.

Hey, who gave you the right to middle-name me like that?

This is a family dinner. You cannot wearjust jeans.

who says

I do. What's option 2?

uhhh…

Our conversation goes on until she convinces me to wear the long, silky black skirt she gave me months ago with a sweater on top. She will be here any minute, and Jay and Dante should also be back from whatever errands they had to run this morning.