The Woodland Packs
Destiny was sitting in her highchair, having in
haled a banana, a sandwich and some berries.
She ate more than I did.
I glanced at the clock and counted. I had about ten minutes before my triad arrived home.
“Let’s go, beautiful girl.”
I picked up my daughter and carried her to the nursery, cleaning the crumbs and berry smudges off her angelic face.
I squealed a little as I opened the new t-shirt and changed her into the outfit that I’d ordered online and had arrived last week.
I stood her up and she teetered a little.
Her t-shirt read, “I’m going to be a big sister.”
“Perfect.”
Destiny toddled over to the corner of her room and began to play.
What a year it had been!
Tayte had spent months recovering from his injuries and surgeries. The wolf genes helped his healing tremendously, but it still took a long time before everything was well again.
Both with him, and with us.
But every day we’d built the trust again.
Every day I loved them that little bit more.
So much so, that now, if I heard them tell anyone I wasn’t their Fated Mate, or they’d get rid of me to save the pack, I’d laugh in their face.
My men lived and breathed our family.
They loved me and my daughter, and since the moment I put Destiny on Tayte’s chest, I hadn’t looked back.
Not at that night I thought they wanted to get rid of me. Not to my horrible childhood or the months before I met Tayte.
My life was blessed.
I was Cinderella in my fairy tale, and I had three Prince Charmings to love. Every single day.
“Celeste!”
My heart leapt as they entered the house—loudly—as they always did.
“Daddy!” Destiny called out as she stumbled, trying to run past me. She got a few more steps into the living room before she fell to the floor and cried as she always did.
Tayte laughed as he scooped her up and showered her with kisses.
“How’s my perfect girl? Have you been good for Mommy?”
Sam came for me first, which was nice, and gave me a swift kiss. “Are you okay? You looked a little pale this morning.”
I nodded. “I’m great. How was work?”
“Busy.”