Fated for Her Wolves - Tara West Page 0,69
I have.”
Constantine’s cheeks flushed. “Did we not have a right to be angry?”
Ire heated her chest. “You did, but that’s over now. He’s earned your forgiveness a thousand times over. How can we have a future if we can’t bury the past?”
“You’re right.” Constantine held out his hands in a gesture of surrender. “We do forgive you, brother.”
Dimitri said nothing as he squeezed her hand tighter, but she suspected their grudge had been hanging over him like an ominous cloud. As if he needed more darkness in his life.
“Good. Now about focusing on our future, I’ve found the floorplan I want with the second master bedroom and perfect ensuite bathroom.” Forcing a smile, she released Dimitri’s hand and grabbed the book with floorplans off the ground beside her, the dream home Bible she’d been drooling over all day.
“Anything for you, iubita mea,” Dimitri said with a wink. He growled in her ear, then reached for her hand again, circling her palm with the pad of his thumb.
When Dejan massaged her thigh, her wolf growled in response as moisture pooled in her underwear. The only thing she wanted at the moment was to rip off their clothes and ride them. Biting her lip, she peered over Dimitri’s shoulder to see her mother looking at them from behind the curtains of their tall cabin windows. Their bonding ceremony couldn’t come fast enough.
TATIANA WAS BEYOND excited that her bonding day had finally come. They’d returned to Alaska two days ago, but that had felt like a lifetime and a much more agonizing wait than the last five years.
The gloom that had plagued her was finally gone. Ever since disembarking from the plane, she’d felt a wonderful sense of calm. The darkness that had gripped her had dissipated in the cool mountain air. Dimitri hadn’t stopped smiling since their arrival, reaffirming that their decision to move to Alaska was correct.
Amara and her mother fussed over her hair and clothes while she waited in one of the meeting hall’s back rooms for her fathers to come for her. What was taking so long?
She practically jumped out of her skin when Tor knocked on the door.
He poked his head inside, the lines framing his eyes more pronounced than before. “Ready?”
She nodded eagerly. “More than ready.”
Her mom let out a mournful wail, which tugged at Tatiana’s heartstrings.
The past week had been brutal for her parents. Her mother had been especially clingy and weepy since she’d returned from the veil. She’d refused to leave Tatiana’s side, which meant she and her mates had had no time to mark each other. As they planned the design of their new home and explored the forest together (her father Van chaperoning them) she realized she was making the right choice by finally bonding with her four Romanian shifters. She felt secure with them and confident in their relationship, especially with Dimitri. But She was desperate for sexual release and more wound up than a mountain lion caught in a trap. Half a dozen times a day, she wanted to yell “Let’s get on with this already.” And then she laughed at her eagerness.
After she and Amara calmed her mom, she took her alpha father’s outstretched hand and beamed at her three other fathers, who waited for her in the hall. A sudden rush of nervous energy made her knees wobble like jelly.
When they reached the bottom of the big hall—a massive auditorium shaped like a bowl, with rows of empty benches circling the ritual stage—she smiled at her mates, giggling when Dejan blushed. They waited for her in front of Tor’s podium. The narrow windows had been covered with heavy drapes, and there were only a few candles lit, making the large space feel small, almost cozy. Her brother Hakon stood behind the podium, his long black hair pulled back in a single braid, a candle illuminating his strong jaw and high cheekbones. Amara joined Hakon, Tatiana’s other brothers flanking her. Luc handed Amara the ritual goblet while waiting for their mother and fathers to sit. When Tatiana saw the white mating bed on the other side of the podium, her stomach turned over. She wasn’t worried about losing her virginity so much as knowing her mates’ thoughts would soon be in her head, and they’d hear her thoughts, too. Her mother had reassured her they would only hear what she projected to them, but the concept was terrifying.
“Let us begin,” Hakon said.
Other than her mother’s solitary sob, the rest of