Tempest
“One was that they couldn’t live without each other and the other was that she was going to keep her house. Tempest learned that while being the mate of two wolves was one intense ride, she also needed her space. Of course, they had more than ample room for her to move in, but they were both two very dominant males. So her house was an escape where she could go to read or paint, tend her vegetable garden, or just sit and watch the bayou. She chuckled in her kitchen while she cleaned and put herbs from her garden in baskets to dry. That didn’t mean they didn’t come for her when they missed her, even if it had only been a couple of hours. Like now, she could feel their wolf eyes watching her from the woods as she stood in front of her kitchen window. Tempest sighed and walked to the back door. She opened up and called, “I know you both are out there. Come on in.” She watched them walk out of the underbrush and across the tall grass. By the time they were walking through the front door, t...hey were naked, virile men. “Hey, sweetheart.”MoreLess
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