Page 18 of Delivered to My Beasts (Mail-Order Matings #22)

Imogen

I had never known what happiness was before.

Maybe never was too strong a word. When I was a little girl, with my mother and sister, that had been a kind of happiness.

I felt nostalgia when I pictured us on the swings while Mom sat on that bench, looking so pretty and sweet.

She’d always look that way in my memory, but as a grown woman who understood my father a lot better than I had in the past, I acknowledged that she’d been facing challenges she’d protected her daughters from.

And from the moment she left us, I had struggled. Tried to win my father’s approval and to take care of him as I thought she’d have wanted while being treated really badly and eventually sold to Mateo.

When we had children, my Beasts and I, I would kill anyone who treated them that way—if my mates didn’t kill them first. I would protect them with my life.

When the time came. Because right now, we were on our honeymoon, to put it in human terms. Months after we found one another on the Mail-Order Matings app, my mates and I were enjoying ourselves.

They had insisted I follow my educational dreams, but I had insisted on doing it remotely because there was no university close enough for me to attend without leaving them for months on end. That was never going to happen.

And we were traveling. The beach, the desert, other mountains.

Giant cities and small villages in countries we picked out on the map Crew tacked up on the wall.

Such a big world filled with interesting things to see, and our first stop was a smallish city only a couple of hundred miles away where my sister lived.

My mates had found her and she was waiting to see us.

She and her twin wolf mates and their houseful of pups.

Was it any wonder I loved these males so much? They healed my broken heart and my soul.