Four
As Freya stepped out of the limousine, which Benna had insisted upon arranging, it finally hit her that she had not been dreaming. She truly was back on American soil. Throughout the flight, her mind had been on the awkward good-byes said to her mates. She had known that her leaving would be painful for them; she just hadn’t expected how difficult it would be for her.
Fenris had been tight-lipped, barely able to meet her eyes before she had left the lodge, yet when she had hugged him, getting free of his grip had been like trying to break through titanium. Rayne had fussed over the contents of her luggage, asking if she had included all the oils, lotions, vitamins, and nausea prevention he had made for her. Even he had held her close a little too long and tight.
She had never considered herself the overly sentimental type, but leaving her mates had brought about more than a tear or two. Freya wondered how much chaos they would cause until she returned. Knowing that she carried their child with her had proved some comfort but not as much as she had grown to want.
Of the many properties owned by the wealthy Sohon Pack, Freya had to admit that none were slacking in the realm of extravagance, and their Miami property was a gem. She gazed up at the large white mansion with its open porches, vaulted windows, and high white columns framed by palm trees and sweet-smelling flowers. The place was stunning. A broad yet short staircase led up to the main porch, and double doors, open wide, were framed by giant pots of plump flowering cactus. The sound of waves beating upon the beach just behind the complex was like a siren song, freezing her in place with her hand still upon the car door.
Swift footsteps caught Freya’s attention, and she noticed two males approaching from the front entryway. One was a slender Caucasian, pale with spiky red hair, and the other a golden-brown-skinned male with closely shorn black curls. They moved quickly to the back of the limousine, where the driver had already popped the trunk. Under Benna’s orders, the werewolf omegas unloaded Freya’s two suitcases and Benna’s five. With delicate dips of their chins and gentle smiles, the two easily shouldered the weight.
Before Freya could mount a protest to handle her own luggage, Benna was at her side, ushering her forward to the stairs. “They’ll have the luggage in our room before we finish check-in,” she promised.
Walking beside the smaller were, Freya looked down at Benna’s crown of copper curls. “I could have carried my own shit, you know?”
“Yeah. But you don’t have to here. You’re not here for an arm-wrestling contest. Did you know?”
Freya snorted, wondering why she couldn’t have been so lucky, especially as she moved into the main lobby of the mansion and went into shock. She had expected to see a few wobblers, but there were swollen bellies everywhere, females with nervous cubs, some shifted and in wolf form, others knee-high and wide-eyed balls of mischief. Freya had never seen so many of her own sex gathered in one area, not even at the pageant…and nearly half of them were pregnant.
Freya drew in a deep breath. Not one of the females seemed to possess the worries that haunted her. They were all beaming and proud. She heard laughter and saw smiles wherever she glanced.
The only males in the lobby were omegas, weaving across the floor with baskets of fruit and freshly washed veggies and chicken skewers for the mothers. For the cubs, they offered fruit, jerky snacks, and meatballs. Some of the females were in line—four rows altogether—but the majority were occupied in greetings and posturing, from what Freya could see.
Freya moved into the third line, the shortest as far as she could tell, the moment Benna noticed friends and stopped to greet them. Considering the scene around her, the women seemed to be alphas, and by Freya’s guess, they had probably made it a point to attend every Sohon function they
As Freya stepped out of the limousine, which Benna had insisted upon arranging, it finally hit her that she had not been dreaming. She truly was back on American soil. Throughout the flight, her mind had been on the awkward good-byes said to her mates. She had known that her leaving would be painful for them; she just hadn’t expected how difficult it would be for her.
Fenris had been tight-lipped, barely able to meet her eyes before she had left the lodge, yet when she had hugged him, getting free of his grip had been like trying to break through titanium. Rayne had fussed over the contents of her luggage, asking if she had included all the oils, lotions, vitamins, and nausea prevention he had made for her. Even he had held her close a little too long and tight.
She had never considered herself the overly sentimental type, but leaving her mates had brought about more than a tear or two. Freya wondered how much chaos they would cause until she returned. Knowing that she carried their child with her had proved some comfort but not as much as she had grown to want.
Of the many properties owned by the wealthy Sohon Pack, Freya had to admit that none were slacking in the realm of extravagance, and their Miami property was a gem. She gazed up at the large white mansion with its open porches, vaulted windows, and high white columns framed by palm trees and sweet-smelling flowers. The place was stunning. A broad yet short staircase led up to the main porch, and double doors, open wide, were framed by giant pots of plump flowering cactus. The sound of waves beating upon the beach just behind the complex was like a siren song, freezing her in place with her hand still upon the car door.
Swift footsteps caught Freya’s attention, and she noticed two males approaching from the front entryway. One was a slender Caucasian, pale with spiky red hair, and the other a golden-brown-skinned male with closely shorn black curls. They moved quickly to the back of the limousine, where the driver had already popped the trunk. Under Benna’s orders, the werewolf omegas unloaded Freya’s two suitcases and Benna’s five. With delicate dips of their chins and gentle smiles, the two easily shouldered the weight.
Before Freya could mount a protest to handle her own luggage, Benna was at her side, ushering her forward to the stairs. “They’ll have the luggage in our room before we finish check-in,” she promised.
Walking beside the smaller were, Freya looked down at Benna’s crown of copper curls. “I could have carried my own shit, you know?”
“Yeah. But you don’t have to here. You’re not here for an arm-wrestling contest. Did you know?”
Freya snorted, wondering why she couldn’t have been so lucky, especially as she moved into the main lobby of the mansion and went into shock. She had expected to see a few wobblers, but there were swollen bellies everywhere, females with nervous cubs, some shifted and in wolf form, others knee-high and wide-eyed balls of mischief. Freya had never seen so many of her own sex gathered in one area, not even at the pageant…and nearly half of them were pregnant.
Freya drew in a deep breath. Not one of the females seemed to possess the worries that haunted her. They were all beaming and proud. She heard laughter and saw smiles wherever she glanced.
The only males in the lobby were omegas, weaving across the floor with baskets of fruit and freshly washed veggies and chicken skewers for the mothers. For the cubs, they offered fruit, jerky snacks, and meatballs. Some of the females were in line—four rows altogether—but the majority were occupied in greetings and posturing, from what Freya could see.
Freya moved into the third line, the shortest as far as she could tell, the moment Benna noticed friends and stopped to greet them. Considering the scene around her, the women seemed to be alphas, and by Freya’s guess, they had probably made it a point to attend every Sohon function they
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