The Pack's Nemesis (Quirin's Story) novel Chapter 1

Quirin

Two Years Later

I sigh with happiness, or actually, Raif sighs with happiness as we lay on the back patio with our four daughters. Just as Kennedy had hoped, there was one set of twins that looked like me and one that looked like her. We’d named them accordingly with the ones who looked like me being named Quinlee and Quilla and the twins who look like my beautiful mate named Kaylee and Kendra. What we didn’t know is how deceptive looks can be. The daughters who carry my looks are sweet and gentle like their mother. The ones who look like Kennedy have my little hellion personality.

Currently, all four of them are surrounding Raif in one way or another. I’ve decided that Kendra, who was the one with the cord around her neck, was Kennedy’s little rib-kicker while she was in utero. She’s currently on Raif’s back, kicking him as hard as she can, telling him to giddy-up. Instead of getting up, he lifts his head and shakes, forcing her to hold on tight as she squeals in delight.

“No, Daddy!” Quilla says, taking Raif’s face and pulling it back down to the ground.

“Those are some beautiful ribbons you’re putting into Raif’s fur, Quilla,” Kier says, barely able to contain his laughter.

I growl softly at him so I don’t startle my daughters.

“No growlies, Daddy!” Quinlee says from the other side of Raif’s head. She takes his head, looking us in the eye before putting her forehead against his massive head. My wolf, as much of a sucker for my daughters as I am, begins purring at her, poking her with his nose and making her giggle. It’s the sweetest sound in the world. Well, the sweetest sound next to my mate’s moans when I’m making her come.

“Do you need some help, Alpha?” Christy asks from where she’s sitting and rocking one of my other babies. After Kennedy had the quadruplets, she and I knew we needed time to adjust. Echo came back quickly after they were born, which was good because even with Christy, even with our wolves giving us energy and strength, Kennedy and I were exhausted every minute of every day.

We intended to wait a year, but I still can’t seem to get enough of my mate, so about six months after the quads were born, Kennedy got pregnant again, this time with twins. I was so excited. I knew I just HAD to get boys this time.

Kennedy still laughs uncontrollably whenever it comes up in conversation. I’m not sure what the look was on my face when Yara told me we were having girls again, but I know I had that same feeling I had both times when I passed out. Shock. Fear. Disbelief. And a huge dose of protectiveness. The shock has worn off, but the rest are regular emotions in my daily life.

Six. I have six daughters. I’ve somehow gone from being the most feared Alpha on the planet to being a girl dad ... with ribbons in his wolf’s fur.

Raif turns his head as little as possible so he doesn’t disrupt the girls who are decorating his fur to look at Christy, except Kaylee is in the way whipping Raif’s tail around like a weapon. Or maybe she’s trying to pull it off, I’m not exactly sure.

I’m about to tell her that I’m all good, when the most beautiful woman in the world walks outside, holding my son. It took three tries, but I finally got my heir. Because each pregnancy was smaller than the last, Kennedy had an easier time, not needing bedrest with either of the last two pregnancies.

She walks out, smiling down at me, her eyes filled with warmth and the heat of her never-ending desire for me.

“Alright, girls, time for lunch,” she says. Quinlee and Quilla both kiss Raif, Kendra slides off our back like she’s been riding wolves her whole life, which I guess she has, and Kaylee gives Raif’s tail one final yank before letting go and joining her sisters by Kennedy.

“Mommy, we need to give Harry a kiss,” Quilla says. Kennedy squats down so the girls can all kiss their brother. I wasn’t sure what to name our son. I wanted it to be meaningful and as always, it was Kennedy who came up with the idea. She suggested we name him after both of my fathers, so we did. Harold Quinton came into the world just five months ago.

“Take Amelia and Killian with you. Beta Arianna will be out with your lunch in just a minute,” she tells them as she stands. Amelia and Killian are Kier’s pups and Arianna is pregnant again.

Raif stands, shaking out his fur before I pull the shift. Since Kier is still smirking at me, I’m guessing the ribbons didn’t fall out during the shift. I pull on a pair of shorts before looking over at my mother.

“Are you doing okay with Kyla, mother?” I ask. She raises an eyebrow at me.

“Do I look like I’m having a hard time?” Kyla, one of my one-year-old twins, is sound asleep in her arms and Farrah looks perfectly content to continue rocking her in the comfortable afternoon sunlight.

“Alpha, if you want to take Quiana, I’ll go sit with others while they eat,” Christy says.

I give her a look. "You stay there. Someone will bring you some food."

It took her almost a year to agree to accept Leo as her mate. It was nearly nine months after that when she announced her pregnancy. And now, her stomach is large with her pup. I already know that she’s struggling to keep up with my little hellions, but thankfully we have grandparents to help with that.

Speaking of ...

“Where are my little buttercups?” Warren asks, walking out of the packhouse.

“Grandpa!” All four of my daughters say, rushing into his arms. He expertly swings Kendra onto his back, then lifts Kaylee in one arm and Quinlee and Quilla in the other.

“Did I hear there’s food? Because I’m so hungry,” he growls the last part, making my daughters squeal in delight.

I walk over to my mate, leaning down to kiss her before taking Harry from her. She’s just finished nursing him, so he smells like me, but with a milky version of Kennedy’s citrus and mint scent on him.

“Maybe I’ll have to eat little Alpha pups if there isn’t enough food for me!” Warren says, Arric still growling playfully at the girls.