Abbey's Protectors [Beckett's Wolf Pack, Triad Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Menage & More) by Lynnette Bernard

her. These men were not reacting as she expected them to. The dull ache that was beginning in her temples was turning into a deep headache.
    Both men’s wolves barked with approval. Their mate was strong and determined. She was a worthy mate.
    “Please, just go away,” Abbey told them softly, closing her eyes. “My head hurts.”
    Both men’s good humor vanished immediately. Hunter reached out and petted her hair lightly while Clay ran his fingertips over her eyes, soothing her as she grudgingly gave in to the gentleness of both men.
    “Abbey, we know this is a lot for you to accept,” Hunter told her, his voice deep and gentle. “But please understand that we are meant to be a mated triad. Please be open to accepting us. We will only know your love and kindness for the rest of our lives. Wolves mate for life, baby. You’re the one for us, and we’ll do our best to make you happy.”
    “I’m trying to sort through what I can remember my father telling me,” she told them, her head aching as she tried to call forth her memories. “I remember what the beautiful lady told me. She made me feel very calm and very warm. I could feel the love she had for me. It was a really nice feeling.”
    Hunter leaned down and kissed her lips lightly. “Being loved is a very nice feeling,” he whispered against her mouth.
    Abbey pushed at his chest, surprised when the behemoth of a man sat back without a fight. She wasn’t sure she liked the way he was smiling at her as if he was humoring her. “I am not going to blindly accept that you’re supposed to be anything to me.”
    “Your father told you to trust the woman and be open to her words,” Clay told her.
    Abbey nodded.
    “She said you were going to meet the two men who were destined to be yours,” he continued.
    “How do you know that?” Abbey asked, her voice barely above a whisper as Clay Forest practically repeated the words that were replaying in her memory.
    “When we held you we could see what you saw,” Hunter explained. He reached up and touched her cheek lightly, running his hand down her neck and shoulder before squeezing her arm and claiming her hand. “We saw that you were told that you were meant to be ours, soothe our hearts and souls, and have children with us.”
    “It’s destined to be, honey,” Clay spoke up. “The beautiful woman explained how we’re wolf shifters. She told you that together, Hunter and I will contribute half of the DNA to make every one of our children. You have been given the knowledge of our pack family and our magic. You are truly a special woman to be so trusted with such a visitation. We are blessed that you’ve been destined to be our mate. You belong to us now, baby.”
    “Okay, let’s just say I’ll accept that we’re meant to be a triad,” Abbey told them, looking up at them tiredly. “Let’s say we’re meant to be together for the rest of our lives.”
    “Yes, honey,” Clay encouraged her, his fingers massaging her forehead gently before tracing her eyebrows lightly, smiling as he watched her close her eyes and accept his ministrations.
    Abbey sighed heavily. She so did not want to accept that his touch was helping her.
    “Be quiet,” she warned him softly, her blue eyes flashing with impatience as she opened them and looked up at him.
    “Yes, Mate,” he teased.
    Abbey took a calming breath, trying to push aside the frustration she was feeling. It helped somewhat, but the scents she took inside of her made her a little woozy. They were scents she had never smelled before. They felt warm and calming and wrapped themselves around her heart. It made her feel protected and cared for, and it scared her more than a little bit. Instead of relaxing into the soothing scents, she pushed them away and gathered her anger about her to shield herself from whatever freakiness was happening to her.
    “That does not mean that I’m going to accept that you’re wolves,” she insisted. “You guys are delusional.