I missed you so bad.Nolan hugged him.Thank you for finding me a place to come.
I’m glad you’re happy, brother.He rested his snout on Nolan’s shoulder, which flowed into a strong bear leg with a big paw. I missed you so much. I feel so bad.
For what? You didn’t choose that stupid ass fake mate for me. You gave me a place to come.
I love you.That was the best thing he could say. They flopped down together, snorting like they were laughing in bear form.
This was, without doubt, the best room in history. He stretched out, his feet up in the air.
Nolan followed suit, nose working as he just sniffed the air. There were a lot of scents in the room from Rye and Con and War, so they could sniff for a long while.
Connal came galumphing down, big blond head swaying back and forth nice and slow.
Mate! Come join us!
Nolan made welcoming noises, pushing to the other side of him so Con would have room to snuggle.
My brothers are coming. They’re bringing food. They’re good bears.
They are.And there was room.
Connal wallowed in, nose sliding along his neck, ruffling the fur there. It wasn’t sexual, not at all, and Race was totally safe, aware that it felt good, it felt mate-like. He wanted to deny it because he’d always said he didn’t believe it, right, but this wasn’t deniable. It was undeniable? Whatever the word was.
It was like his own personal playground physically, but that wasn’t what was super-important. HelikedConnal. He liked how he laughed at things; he liked how he danced first thing in the morning. Race liked how Con drove him crazy.
Most of all, Race loved how Connal loved him.
It’s addicting, huh?Nolan’s mental voice was totally knowing.
It really is. He’s like no one I’ve ever met. So open and giving and happy.
Rye and War are on the way. They have blueberry muffins.
He chuffed softly.Those are Con’s favorite.
Mine too.Nolan waved his paws around.And I amstarving.
Me too.
Me three!Con mock growled and nibbled at his belly.
He wrapped around Con’s head, gnawing on one of Con’s ears.
They tussled, and he could feel how much of Con’s strength had returned, which made him incredibly happy. He wanted to make sure his mate could get up and move around if something should happen.
They had proven that, while remote, Con and his brothers’ land was never totally safe.
“Look at you three. You seem comfy.” War’s voice was dry as dust. “Who wants a muffin?”
Con roared and opened his mouth, and War tossed a muffin right in.
Rye chuckled, coming into the room to feed Nolan a muffin with his fingers. “Having fun?”
Nolan bobbed his head before he carefully nibbled the muffin from Rye’s fingers.
“I bet you are. This is the best room huh?”
Con grunted his assent; Race thought the sound was so happy. They were all together, and he always had thought he was a lone wolf kind of bear or something, but he could see himself being part of this family.
