Nicole and Red have been busy making sure the hall and the gathering place behind it are ready for our union. Red said she used the same caterer for other Pack events and has never been disappointed. I’m relieved everything seems to be going so well.

Thankfully, the packages I ordered a few days ago came today so I’ll have plenty of clothes to take when we leave on Wednesday. There’s nothing much better than new bras and panties. I pack up a few of my new things, knowing I won’t need them before we leave.

I never did get to buy new shoes so Masen is taking me out to have lunch and shoe shop this afternoon. I’m just pulling my jeans up when he walks in the bedroom, looking distracted. “What’s up, Big Guy?”

His brow furrows. “I’m not sure how I feel about you being alone tonight while we run. I think I’ll cancel,” he says, sounding torn.

“It’s fine. Isn’t your mom staying? I thought it was kinda a guy thing.”

He wraps his arms around me and drops his chin on the top of my head. “Yes, she’ll still be here, but I still feel funny about leaving.”

“Will you guys be going far?” I’m curious. I didn’t even know most of the traditions surrounding a shifter Union until he told me about them.

Apparently, the shifter version of a bachelor party involves a night run and a few other things that he said would probably gross me out. I think they hunt as wolves or some manly nonsense. “No, Little One, sometimes we go off the property, but I already told everyone we would be staying close.” His hands tickle down my bare arms, and he turns me to face him. My head spins as I stare up at the most handsome face I’ve ever seen, and I’m astounded that he looks down at me the same way. I know I’m okay to look at, men have always been attracted to my large breasts and big butt. My skin is clear and light, and I’ve always been told my overly large amber eyes are expressive. But Masen makes me feel beautiful. The way his eyes follow every move I make, the way they lower as he licks his lips like he can already taste me is empowering. I love that he doesn’t hide the way he feels about me, even in front of others. How he’s always touching me and telling me how much he loves me.

After a few moments of us just looking at each other, I finally tell him. “Go! Have fun. You’ll be close, and in your wolf form if you or any of the others scent something strange, you can be home in minutes. We will be fine. I’ll probably take this little girl to bed early anyway.” I rub my hand over my belly.

“We’ll see,” is all he says, then swoops down and captures my lips in a scorching kiss. “Sorry my boy makes you so sleepy,” he says to my lips before pulling back. I just shake my head. “Either put some clothes on, or I’ll take the rest off,” he murmurs while pushing both hands under the waistband of my pants and squeezing my butt. “Take them off,” he demands suggestively.