One month later

Clint groans as he slams down his phone. His new office in the packhouse is large but disorganized. So much is happening, and it is too much too fast. Grief still clings to Riverstone and himself. But along with the grief, Riverstone is also drenched in the need for revenge. Every single wolf is training daily. The protective shifting outfits are being shipped out to all wolves everywhere, and Riverstone wolves are wearing them constantly.

Scott is busy rebuilding all the structures that were lost in the attack, including Emmett's home. Scott and Clint know that when the boys return, that is where they will want to stay. Scott and his restoration crew are salvaging as much as possible, but it will still be a new build. Several other homes were also destroyed, but Twin Construction hasn't missed a beat.

Vampire attacks are happening all over the world on a large scale, and Clint fears the werewolf population doesn't have three years. In three years, there could be nothing left for the twins to rule. Two southern packs were already wiped completely out.

Clint groans. At least he was able to choose three loyal omegas for the boys and Ethan. Cinthia's older sister, Sarah, will be their cook. Sarah is a rejected wolf, so no mate to worry about. Also, Cinthia's cousin Mark and his mate Martha will do the other chores. All four of them have sworn a blood oath, less potent than a life bond, but if their oath is broken, they die instantly. All four were honored to be let in on the truth-especially Cinthia, who hit Clint in the head for making her grieve unnecessarily.

Clint turns on his computer. He needs to send a mass email out to all the Alphas. War with the Vampires has begun. Wolves everywhere need to train accordingly.

The pack's medical supply order has been upped, as well as the food order. Tonight is Alpha training for the boys, so Clint prints out the new orders so the boys can review them. Finally, after hours of phone calls and emails, Clint locks up and heads to the Princes' hideaway.

JACKSON POV

Ethan throws a punch to my stomach, which I absorb. Sparing with anyone but Jason is hilarious. Ethan, our Uncle Lance's best student, can't even draw blood from us anymore. The sense of power and strength leaks from our pores in waves now. In one month, we both have added 20 pounds of muscle and have grown two inches. It's remarkable, to say the least. I am not sure if our pack would even recognize us now. But we must stay hidden. Hidden from the vampire's clutches.

"I know you are stronger but block dammit," Ethan growls, looking pissed at me.

"What's the point? No wolf can hurt us," I say, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from my neck.

"Vampires grow stronger with age, Jackson. You won't be fighting wolves but thousand-year-old vampires with a grudge," Ethan explains in an exasperated tone.

He watches my face like a hawk trying to see if I get it. I slowly nod, to which he just sighs.

"I know you are only 15, and you just received one of two lycans ever in existence, but this is serious. I know you feel invincible, but you aren't. You are going against the very beings that beat your Lycans the first time. And their humans were much more experienced than Jason, and you are," Ethan says with pleading eyes, and my pride drops a few levels.

He is right. Jason and I have never fought a battle. We have no clue how to fight a weak newborn vampire, let alone an Elder. And these leeches won the last time around. The only reason there was peace was because of my father's wolf spirit, Alpha. He had been one of the first werewolves ever bred by the Lycan brothers, and he had massacred hundreds of vampires. Effectively ending the war for hundreds of years. He used true cunning and strength. And here I was, making a joke out of my training.

"Look, I am sorry, Ethan. I get it; I do. It's just an adjustment," I say, letting some sincerity into my voice.

He bobs his head in acknowledgment, and we continue. I practice fighting while holding back, and he goes all out as much as possible.

JASON POV

I strain my new muscles as I lift more than I ever have. Eros and I haven't really spoken much. I am honestly too angry to connect with him, and he is sulking.

It's weird. He might be thousands of years old but learning that he most likely won't experience true love in this lifetime has him bent out of shape. He fits his name correctly. Eros, the god of love destined to a life of loneliness.

Eros growls softly at my demeaning thoughts. But I brush him off. I glance over at Jackson, watching my brother dance around Ethan with unbelievable quickness.

Ethan is a fluid and efficient warrior but compared to us; he now looks like a novice. The Lycans have changed every single aspect of our physiques. Our muscles have begun to bulge, and we have grown taller. We had to send Mark, our new omega, to the store to get us a whole new wardrobe. Luckily for us, Uncle Scott has set our yearly allowance at $200,000 apiece. Which we won't come close to using.

Most of the new clothes are shorts and t-shirts since we won't be leaving the house anytime soon. So the new wardrobes weren't much. Our mom taught us to shop smart, not extravagant. And with an accountant for an Uncle, you learn to budget early. Uncle Scott had made investments for us at an early age, so apparently, at 15, we already had very sizeable accounts.

I move to the thigh area of the gym and set to work. I love all of our new equipment. It reminds me of mom and dad so much. The smells scream family. Metal, rubber, and sweat. Pure bliss if you ask me.

Eros- maybe our mate would have smelled like a gym

Eros's grumpy mumble made me sigh. His attitude was making mine worse.

Jason- don't. Just stop. It doesn't help us.

Eros- no running. No freedom. No mate. This new life sucks!!

Eros suddenly roars, and I grab my head with both hands in pain. Ethan is by my side in an instant.

"Jason, what's wrong? Talk to me," he says as I lower myself to the ground breathing hard.

Jason- what the hell, man!!!

Eros- I refuse to sit back and live like this.

Jason- we must!

Eros- let us out. We will kill the leeches. They tricked us last time.

Jason- just wait, okay. Jackson and I aren't ready!! You know this. We are 15!!

Eros- ( sighs ) fine. Train human. Train hard. Because I promise when we are released back into the world, those bloodsuckers are going to pay.

"Jason. Please answer me. Are you okay," Ethan's pleading voice echoes in my ears once more.

"Yeah, yeah, I am fine. It's just my Lycan. He hates being cooped up. He roared in our head unexpectedly," I explain, wincing at the lingering ring.

"Okay. Well, that's enough for today. You two go shower Clint will be here soon," Ethan says, pulling me to my feet.

Jackson stands in front of me, searching my face before relaxing.

"Helios has been mopey too. Maybe on our birthday or something, we could convince Clint to let us have a night run," Jackson says lowly as we take the elevator up.

Eros- our brother is smart. Yes!! Convince the stand in Alpha. We will be good.

Jason- we will see. No more yelling tho.

Eros- grrr. Fine

TWO YEARS AND 10 MONTHS LATER THE TWINS 18TH BIRTHDAY

THIRD POV

Lenny blows a strand of hair off her forehead as she inspects her handy work. The entire gym has been transformed into a birthday wonderland. The Twins will be free tomorrow because, at 11:38 and 11:40 pm tonight, they will be 18.

Sarah and Mark carry the three teir birthday cake to the middle table, and Lenny claps her hands in wonder.

"That looks amazing, Sarah," Lenny squeals loudly.

Sarah blushes and smiles. She worked hard on the boys' cake. Harder than she ever has. She watched multiple how-to videos, and she felt that she had done a decent job copying the experts.

Finally, the rest of the family piles in minus Ethan and the boys. Mike and Tray put their presents with the rest. It's been a while since the younger cousins have seen the twins, and Clara is curious. Being the youngest has had its disadvantages. Her family felt that she was safest away from the Lycan twins. Especially Scott, who still remembers the chokehold greeting he received the first time they met.

Moira dims the lights, and everyone finds a hiding place. Hiding from wolves is almost impossible and hiding from Lycans is even harder, but it's the thought that counts. Lenny knows her cousins will just be happy for the company.

The last six months have felt like decades, according to the boys, and seeing everyone will definitely make life better. Finally, the elevator dings and everyone holds their breaths.

Mike peeks around a weight rack with pure curiosity. According to his sister, the twins are like hulks. As the twins enter the dark and quiet workout space, they inhale, smiling. Their family is here.

Lenny breaks first, followed by the rest. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" is shouted from different directions in the room. As the lights are clicked back on, and the twins beam. The family rotates hugs all around, enjoying the closeness.

"So what's first cake or presents," Simone asks with an excited voice. Jason shrugs his broad shoulders before Jackson can answer.

"Whichever Auntie Moira wants. She is normally the boss," Jackson says with a teasing glint.

Moira smiles with pride. "Got that right. I say cake, and then while everyone is eating, the boys can open," she says, formulating a plan instantly. Scott kisses her temple and grins at his little slave driver.

Ethan whips out the camera and takes multiple pictures of Sarah's masterpiece before Moira sets to work dishing out plates of sliced cake.

Tray and Mike's jaws remain hanging. They can't believe their cousins' sizes. Each boy is 6'6" with huge frames. They probably weigh 250-260 but are pure muscle. Mike glances at Tray, and they both shrug.

"What size pieces would the birthday boys want," Moira asks in a sing-along voice.

"Huge," they answer in unison, and Ethan laughs.

"Moira, they eat like bears, not wolves," Ethan explains between chuckles. Scott and Clint both exam the boys' physiques.

"They look like grizzly bears," Scott says with a pride-filled smile, and Clint nods.

Jackson chuckles before diving into his piece of cake.

"This is amazing, Sarah," Jason says with a frosted covered mouth.

Sarah blushes hard at pleasing her princes. "Thank you," she says softly.

🎂🎂🎂🎂🍰🍰

The rest of the evening is filled with happy exchanges and love. The boys received many heartfelt gifts that they will cherish for decades to come. The next morning is all business as Clint unloads years of stress and war onto the Twins.

Vampires have managed to take out 30% of the werewolf population. The vast majority of the slaughters being she-wolves. Riverstone has not been targeted, but small packs all around the world have. They have begun to combine for protection. Human hunters have also started to target vampires, but they have had little success.

Alpha Lance / Uncle Lance has combined the three northern packs and is training as many wolves as he can, but he is aging. The experimented scentless wolves have a slowed aging process and have become a huge asset, though.

By the end of the meeting, Jason, Jackson, Helios, and Eros are bloodthirsty. Rage pulses through them as they all leave the twins' hideout. Vengeance reigns through them throughout the entire crowning ceremony. The Pack is filled with joy, surprise, and hope, but the Twins feel nothing but rage.

AMELIA'S POV

I let Eve burst through my skin as the sickly sweet scent of vampire falls upon our campsite. Wolves shift all around me as we all make a break for it. As rogues, we never stand together. It's every wolf for themselves nowadays.

I make a beeline for the coast, using the underbrush to hide my medium-size frame. My black wolf is mostly invisible tonight due to the cloud cover, and I am thankful. I have to survive tonight because tomorrow I finally get to set sail to America. The last stronghold werewolves have. The packs there are still functioning, unlike the packs here in Europe. My pack was one of the last in Scotland until five years ago.

Five years of living as a rogue. Five years of fighting. When you are on your own, you fight for everything: your food, shelter, and even your virtue. At 20 years old, I've done a fantastic job. I'm still pure, and I'm still strong. I am the fourth child of the late Alpha Connor and Luna Marian, and I carry that bloodline with pride.

The Royals started a program to help save the European wolves two years ago, according to the rumors. They allow you passage to American and train you. In return, you join the Royal Army, which seems extremely reasonable to me. The Royal Army has fought for over 50 yrs, and The Kings fight in every battle. They stand for every single wolf, and I plan to stand next to them. I finally made some connections and got myself a spot on the Royals ship. Tomorrow at 9 am I leave. I was supposed to leave with the group I was camping with... we will see how many make it tomorrow.

So far, the Vampires have done an amazing job of wiping us out. They just followed the hunters and rogues tactics after their experiments failed. They eliminate females. No matter what age, whether mated or not. If you have a vagina, you die! Without she-wolves, the werewolf population has basically died out. Many of the rogue females I have met are just breeders. They hook up with every wolf they can. Rejection is common practice but even finding a mate to reject is rare.

The werewolf population has gotten so low that the Kings now breed humans often to make more wolves. Pure wolves. Since their wolf spirits are technically Lycans, they can generate more wolves. The Lycan brothers are, according to legend, the first wolves in existence. They were the ones to create werewolf kind when they slept with human females. So I guess their advisors told them it was time to bring that custom back. I just feel bad for their future mates.

The Kings started doing this ten years ago when African Werewolves were deemed extinct. My father had been over the moon with the news. He said it might swing the war in our favor. Apparently, their offspring are powerful and fast-growing. My father also said that the women are compensated heavily and are treated like jewels while carrying our future.

But from my point of view, all I see is prostitution. A species can't be saved with sinful acts, and breeding with others that aren't your mate is wrong. The goddess won't let this stand. That is why I fight for my virtue even though other females see me as a failure. All of them ask me why I don't want to help save us, but I refuse even to answer them. Some say it's okay because the Twin Kings don't have a mate, but I'm afraid I have to disagree. All wolves have a mate, and they are disgracing theirs. But I still respect them. They fight for us, and they do whatever they must for werewolves to survive.

I breathe a sigh of relief once I start to taste the saltwater on my long tongue. I've run for miles, and even though the vampire's scents are long gone, I don't plan on stopping. Someone had to have seen us and reported us to the vampires.

That's another thing that is very different than the old days. Humans. Humans have, for the most part, sided with vampires over here. They sell their blood to them. They sell their healthy children as slaves or future vampires. They don't care as long as they are compensated. They have decided that the vampires will win, and they need to be on the winning sides team.

After ten more minutes of running, I can see the dock. My wolf prances as we exam the area from the treeline. There isn't anywhere we can lay low, so I decide to stay in the treeline. I groan as I think about my situation. Tomorrow morning I will have to board naked. I shredded my clothing back at the campsite.

Eve- maybe the guardhouse has clothes

I dart our eyes back to the shed with windows.

Amelia- maybe let's check it out.

I move forward silently. Being a rogue does have one bonus. You become entirely one with your wolf. They are your one constant. Your only true friend.

I glance through the slightly cracked window and spot a locker. My wolf and I smile a big wolf smile as I shift back. I push the window all the way up and shimmy in. The locker isn't locked, and lucky for me, it has a pair of shorts and a large male jacket in it. Better than nothing!

I get dressed quickly before peeking through the rest of the locker's contents. A small tin of biscuits catches my eye, and I thank the moon.

I tear through the tin in seconds, enjoying every moment of it. Human food is a rare commodity nowadays.

Eve and I head back to the forest quickly, deciding it was the safest place. I find a decent size bush and hunker down for the night with a full belly. I do hope some of the other rogues made it. I brush my dirty blonde hair to the side as I begin my nighttime routine. I brush through the rough strands removing as much debris as possible before I begin to braid my hair back. My hair is so coarse and dirty that the braid mostly stays until morning every night.

Tomorrow morning can't come fast enough.

A ship horn jolts me awake, and I scramble to my feet. It isn't the royals ship, but I'm glad to be up. I have no alarm and no way to tell time, but I'm guessing it is around 8 am. I sniff the air deeply, searching for any familiar scent. Two hit my nose, and I smile. I wasn't the only survivor. I dart through the trees and quickly find the two young males hunched together.

"Morning," I sing out, and they jerk awake.

The older of the two openly glares but the younger smiles once his fear vanishes.

"Morning, Amelia. Glad to see you made it," the younger says, and I smile.

I have no idea what his name is, but I know I am more memorable being the only female in our small group. The older huffs and stretches his limbs. I notice a small backpack and smile.

"Trade you this jacket for two shirts," I say, hopefully tugging on the oversized heater I have on.

The older looks at the sturdy jacket with a calculating gaze, but after finding no holes, he nods. He digs through the pack and hands me two t-shirts. I turn and change quickly, handing him the worker's jacket.

"Do you have the time," I ask eagerly, wanting to know how soon we can leave.

The younger lifts his wrist, and I gasp, a watch!

7:43 am

"How have you not lost this," I ask in shock. He grins.

"It has a stretchable band. So when I shift unexpectedly, it doesn't break. A gift from my father," he answers with a sad smile.

I nod and return his smile. "Do you know if any of the others made it," I ask hopefully.

The older finally cracks open his dry lips, "not from what we saw."

My heart squeezes with the knowledge of more loss. More wolves have gone back to the goddess. I nod quickly and look away to hide my tears.

The next hour and a half are spent in silence. The older male goes hunting, and we stay behind. Eve and I remain on high alert. Being alone with a male does that to you when you have been attacked before. But this male seems nice, and he might be even younger than I am.

Finally, the horn sounds, and we head to the forest edge. The Royals ship has arrived! Our freedom awaits. I feel a bright smile break across my face for the first time in a long time.

The males and I move to the ship quickly. We have to board. There is nothing left for us here. The ship has Riverstone on the side in red, and it fills my soul with hope.

Three burly wolves stand on the deck with grim expressions. We watch as ropes and chains are attached to the dock before we walk up to the ramp. The three big wolves make their way to us. I feel the males beside me tense and stand taller.

"Just three," burly one asks.

"There were 11. But our group was attacked last night by three vamps, "the older male answers with a firm voice.

"Hey, but a female made it," Burly two says with excitement

Burly one lets his eyes roam my body before sniffing the air.

"She smells clean. Not pregnant. No male scent besides human," Burly one says lowly with his eyebrows scrunched together.

"Amelia isn't like the other she-wolves. She is still waiting on her mate," younger male says defensively

"Mate? European mates are a thing of the past youngster. This continent is all but clear of wolves," burly three says

I brush off the conversation. It is always the same.

"Are we waiting for others, or are we the only ones you are expecting, "I ask, changing the topic.

"Was there a Ron in your group," Burly one asks older male, and he shakes his head.

"Then we are waiting. There must have been two groups trying to get here last night," Burly one says as his eyes scan the trees.

"There were no other scents this morning," I say, hoping I can get them to just leave.

Every minute spent here is dangerous, in my opinion. But I was ignored. I watch as their eyes blank out. Mindlink. Eve and I whimper sadly.

I miss my pack. We miss hearing them in our heads. Finally, burly three jerks his head towards us, and we follow him aboard. Burly one and two stay behind, waiting for the others. I scoff to myself

internally. No one else is coming.

Burly three leads us to the ship's cabins. The two males I came with enter the same cabin immediately, leaving me with the surly American who has no hope in mates.

We move two doors down, and he points. "This one can be yours. It has one bed so no one should bother you. Feel free to freshen up," he says lowly.

I open the door and hurry in, but before I can shut the door, he puts his hand up.

"Look, little she-wolf, if I were you, I would keep this door locked at all times. Out of our 27 crew members, only three are mated. And you aren't carrying a pup. You might get motion sickness but remain here. Be smart and stay safe," he says, dropping his arm from the door and walking away.

I exhale loudly and shut the wooden door. Immediately locking it. I'm not an idiot. I've dealt with large groups of unmated males before.

The cabin is cozy and perfect. I brush my fingers over the bed softly. The quilt is scratchy, but I don't mind. It will be the first bed I have slept in, in years. There are two skinny doors in the cabin. I open one and see a sink and toilet. I gasp slightly as I see my face in the mirror above the tiny sink.

I'm older looking than I remember. More freckles litter my face than before, but my big blue eyes are the same as ever. My lips are plump, and my teeth still look good, thank the goddess. I look around the tiny space and find a small cabinet. Tears flood my eyes when I see the travel-size bottles of shampoo and conditioner. There is also a toothbrush, a bar of soap, a razor, a comb, a pair of scissors, and a mini tube of toothpaste. I set to work cleaning and grooming myself as best as I can. Due to the size of the sink, I flood the bathroom, but honestly, I don't care.

Luckily for me, since I have a nightly routine of finger combing my hair, most of it was salvageable. But I still decided to cut about 5 inches off. The haircut is crude and uneven, but it will do. The shoulder-length hair is much lighter and easier to handle.

I stare at my clean appearance before smiling. I feel pretty again. Back before my pack was attacked, I was considered beautiful by many of the males, and right now, I would have to agree. I clean up the bathroom as best I can before checking out the other door.

A small rack of clothes and a mini-fridge greets my view, and I once again smile. This ship is pure paradise. I quickly slip off my mismatched outfit and grab a small black t-shirt. There, of course, isn't a bra, but I haven't had one of those in forever. I look through the bottoms and find a size small pair of grey sweatpants.

I get dressed and do a little happy dance. I'm clean! I have a mini- fridge! I have a bed! I have clothes that fit, ....for the most part! I flop my achy body down on the bed in pure bliss. Just as I am about to doze off, I hear voices. I jump up and bolt to my door.

"9 more finally showed," a voice that sounds like burly one says.

"Any other she-wolves," burly three says lowly.

"Surprisingly, yes. Two. Both pregnant," burly one says, and I smile to myself.

I'm not the last one in Europe. The previous female I had seen was seven months ago, and two males were fighting over her. The fight had ended tragically. The she-wolf had been accidentally killed, and since then, I hadn't seen any other. The conversation earlier had me a little worried.

I go back to my bed, feeling a little bit better about my gender situation. Finally, the ship begins to move, and I start to drift into the blissful place of dreamland.

JACKSON POV

I slam our office door and head towards my desk. Dr. Cline just informed me that another human female is ovulating, and our services are required. I growl as I lower my huge frame into my comfy office chair.

"Whats itching you," Jason asks easily.

"Another womb needs sperm," I mumble lowly, and Jason grimaces.

"Whelp, it's your turn. Just turn out the lights and let Helios forward. You know how much our Lycans enjoy making pups," he says, smoothly turning back to his fast speed monitor.

I throw my head back and groan. We both hate it, but it is a necessary evil. Werewolf populations have plummeted all around the world. The United States and Latin America are the last strongholds.

Suddenly the phone rings and I hit the speaker button.

"Yes" -Jackson

"My Kings, the European wolves are on board." - Gordon, aka burly

one

"How many" - Jackson

"12, 3 of which are females." - Gordon

"3? That is good. Any pregnant?"- Jason

"2 are. The other says she is waiting for her mate," - Gordon

Gordon growls, and we roar in return. We don't like disrespect, and this commanding officer works our nerves.

"The Goddess will reward her strength," - Jason.

"Protect her. She must be strong to have fought for her virtue for this long," - Jackson.

I press end and meet my brother's eyes. We are both thinking the same thing three she-wolves! Three more reproducers.

Jason grins and nods towards the door.

"More females doesn't mean you can bailout. Get a move on sperm bank," Jason says, returning to his emails.

I throw a pencil at him, which he catches. I stomp out of the room dramatically and head towards the mating hall. I just want to go home. I hate this place. We spent three years locked behind these walls. I just want to be home. But according to Ethan, it's smart to change locations often.

Helios- I can smell the female from her. She is ready.

Jackson- don't remind me.

Helios- breeding is good.

Jackson- Jason and I don't want to breed. We want a mate-a life

partner.

Helios- growlllll

I roll my eyes. Jason and I have killed hundreds, slept with hundreds, and we still only want one thing. A peaceful life with a mate. We want pups that we see and get to father. We want a family. Like the one we had. My chest tightens with the memory of our deceased family. I bury the feeling as fast as I can as I reach the human's door. Her scent is familiar. I've had her twice before and Jason once. She has given birth to 3 males so far. This will be her last cycle with us. I pray this one is female.

All our male pups head to training at the age of 4. Before that, they stay in a nursery run by four omega females. Our female pups go to an underground safe house. At the age of four, they begin to train also, and it is just as extensive as the males. Females have to be strong nowadays.

We have 15 breeding humans at all times. A werewolf pregnancy lasts five months. So twice a year, we get a pup from each female. And we only keep them for two years. A committee selects the females. Looks are not high on the requirement list. So most of our females.....well, most of them are ugly. Ugly but healthy. Their family's health histories are spotless.

Out of 10 yrs and countless females, Jason and I have 298 offspring. Three of those were stillborn, so we have 295 living pups. Helios and Eros took those deaths hard, which I will never understand. They don't care about our living pups.

Jason and I haven't done a very good job of producing she-wolves, though. Two hundred fourteen of our living pups are male.

I run my fingers through my hair. She is actually pretty, so tonight shouldn't be too bad. Helios stands up in my mind.

I push the door open slowly. The young female looks sad, and I frown. I feel bad for our females. They don't get much time with their pups, but they didn't sign up for motherhood. They signed up because of the money we offer. But they do get a month with their newborn before they cycle back into the breeding hall.

I roll my shoulders and let my aura spread throughout the room. The testosterone normally excites them. And just as predicted, she squeezes her thighs quickly. She looks up and bites her lip.

"Which King am I with tonight," she softly asks, and I smirk.

"Jackson," I say lowly in my bedroom voice. She grins and nods.

She stands up and drops her silk robe to the floor before moving to the middle of the bed.

I undress slowly, watching her move into position. Her tummy is scarred from the life she has brought us, and her pretty titties aren't as perky as they once were, but that doesn't stop my boner from rising. This is her last time with either of us, and I plan on leaving a lasting impression.

"Which human mommy am I with tonight," I ask as I let my boxers fall. My massive manhood stands tall for her hungry gaze.

"Heather, your majesty," she answers sweetly.

"Well, Heather, you just lay back and let me worship you one last time," I whisper as I crawl in between her legs.

I part her thighs and breathe in deeply. Old blood and sweet arousal assault my senses. I dart my tongue forward, and she moans deeply. I lick and suck until I feel her body tense and release. I always try to please our humans before doing the deed.

I kiss my way up her body. Spending extra time kissing all her growing scars. Unlike she-wolves, human tummies stretch and don't bounce right back. Their skin doesn't heal like a werewolf's.

She whimpers and moans when my hands begin to squeeze her plump milk-filled breasts. I suck on them lightly, enjoying the warm fluid that has fed our sons. When I unlatch loudly, she shudders.

"Are you ready," I ask huskily, and she nods with vigor.

I grin at her eagerness. I wrap one of her shapely legs around my waist before lining myself up at her soaked entrance. She takes a deep breath as I push inside her slowly.

Jason and I have enormous penises, and if we were to take a human roughly, we could easily damage them.

I rock my hips back and forth, watching the pleasure consume her dark-colored features. Her chocolate eyes roll back as she soaks the sheets with her natural lubricant.

When I know she is fully stretched and adjusted to my size, I pick up my speed-pounding into her delicious and delicate body. I close my eyes and focus on her moans. When her body begins to clench tightly around my cock, I smile. I let her cum all over me before pumping my seed deep within her warmth.

I slowly retreat from her. I kiss her forehead sweetly, and she sighs.

"Thank you, Heather. You have already done so much for my kind. As promised, after this pup, you will be moved to a nice neighborhood. And when our pups turn 18, they have the option to contact you if they wish," I say as I pick up the wet wipes from the side table.

I clean myself and get dressed before she says anything.

"Will, my sons, want to know me," she asks with a fresh tear.

"I would imagine they would. Our pups are taught at a young age about their human mothers. They are told how much you sacrificed and how you helped us survive," I explain, sitting down next to her.

I take her hand in mine with a smile. She nods, but the tears don't stop. I tuck a piece of hair behind her ears.

"Thank you for my two sons Heather and my brother's son. I hope this pup is a healthy little girl," I say, placing my hand on her soft tummy.

I kiss her forehead one more time and leave the room. I don't worry about whether or not she will fall pregnant. The Lycan sperm never fails. As long as the female is fertile, sex will always result in

pregnancy.

Jackson- Hey Doc. The human has been mated. She might need some postpartum attention. She was pretty weepy.

Dr. Cline- yes, your majesty.

I stride out of the mating hall quickly, putting as much distance between myself and it as I can. my shower is calling my name.