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this time I’ve been picturing a quaint little log cabin, probably not the cleanest if it holds his entire den. This thing before me is made of logs all right. Maybe ones from redwoods. This is more like a log mansion.
    I’m losing my mind. Here I am, stark naked, sitting in the passenger seat of a car, my pussy delightfully sore, cum leaking between my legs, and I’m obsessing over the size of the house in front of me? I hear him zipping up his jeans then climbing out of the car, but I don’t move. I can’t. I know getting out of the car will seal my fate—not that it’s not already sealed. I did that when I ran. Never, ever run from a wolf. It’s Basic Survival 101. Now, the totality of my situation is crashing down on me. I’m a wolf’s mate. No, I am the single female mate of four fucking wolves. And not the kind I am used to either. They aren’t stupid and gullible. But then, neither are they cruel and heartless. At least, Rann hasn’t been.
    What the hell have I done?
    I guess Mr. Alpha feels my reluctance because he opens my door and lifts me out of the car, still naked, and carries me toward the mansion-sized cabin. Maybe I should ask for his shirt back. I don’t though. For some crazy reason I close my eyes. I’m not ready to see myself made prisoner just yet. Luckily Rann doesn’t comment on my silence or my closed eyes. This one is way too observant. I barely know him, and he’s managed to get me at least partially figured out. I don’t like that at all. It makes me vulnerable. I hate being vulnerable.
    Oh, sweet mother goddess, I’m married to a wolf I barely know. I’m going to faint. I never faint, but I’m about to pass the fuck out right now. And he’s calmly carrying me up the stairs as if nothing at all is amiss. I’m fucking amiss, damn it.
    “You can open your eyes now, little witch.” I’m really not appreciating the humor in his voice.
    However, I’m seriously not ready for the absolute opulence of the mammoth bathroom I am standing in. Being held in. Whatever. The point is the room is absolutely huge. It’s about half the size of the house I share with my band. The ceiling is completely made of glass, allowing the moonlight to stream through. That and the dozens of candles burning all around the room give it a soft ambience. Soothing. There is a glass shower dominating one corner of the room, big enough for several wolves to take a shower in without touching, complete with upper and lower showerheads at all angles. Sleek and modern, it is a gorgeous thing to behold. On the opposite side of the room is a giant Jacuzzi tub. Again, the thing is large enough for seven regular people, maybe four wolves...and a human. I don’t have to ask if they all share this bathroom. I already know. But what really gets me is the equally large claw-foot garden tub placed right between the two other amenities. I might’ve spent forever gawking at everything else in the bathroom if it weren’t for the fact that particular tub is filled to the brim with luxurious looking bubbles. That alone has my entire body primed for a good, long soak. It’s just that the wolf standing next to the tub has me burrowing deeper into Rann’s arms.
    “Now, sugar, don’t go getting all scared,” the damnable Rann purrs at me. Purrs. Like a cat. It’s a crime against nature how good he sounds too. So I bite him. I swear I try to take a chunk of flesh out that lovely, hard-muscled chest. The fucker merely laughs. “You remember Rollo, don’t you? It’s time for you to get to know your second mate.”
    I really believed there’d be more time to get used to the idea of four mates. I mean, it’s four freaking men expecting me to pleasure them and whatever the hell else a wolf mate does. Have pups I guess. I mean, there will be four of them! I don’t know why I believed that; Rann has certainly never mentioned a timetable. I just didn’t expect it to be this soon. Besides, how did this Rollo dude get here