Free Love Found [Pack Law 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van

Alyson? You’ve been quiet ever since we got back home.”
    Alyson was fine other than feeling very overwhelmed. The large automatic wrought-iron security gates had only been a prelude to what she was seeing at the house. Of course she had realized that the place would be massive since the men had told her that their family was large and they lived as well as worked together. But at the sight of the house, her breath had caught in her throat, and not until pinpricks of light formed before her eyes did she start to breathe again. The place was as big as a palace. She was just thankful they had taken her up to the second story and straight to their suite of rooms. Alyson wasn’t sure she could have dealt with meeting more werewolves right at that moment.
    She was currently sitting on a large leather sofa with Chevy seated next to her while Rylan and Tarkyn sat in armchairs as they continued throwing ideas at each other.
    “Yeah.” She cleared her croaky throat. “I’m fine.” Her stomach chose that moment to rumble hungrily. The two bites of pizza she’d consumed hadn’t been anywhere near enough to satisfy her. Given all that had happened tonight, she should have been too shocked to eat, but it seemed her body was going to continue to complain until it was appeased.
    Chevy stood up and held his hand out to her. “You’re hungry. Come on and I’ll take you down to get something to eat.”
    “I can wait until morning.” Alyson eyed his hand and then realized that Rylan and Tarkyn were no longer speaking. “It’s getting late. I don’t want to be a bother.”
    Chevy took her hand in his and helped her up. “You could never be a bother, darlin’. Angie always leaves sandwiches in the fridge in case someone gets hungry.”
    Alyson looked around as Chevy led her out of their rooms and down the long corridor. The carpet was expensive and luxurious. She felt like she sank about an inch as she walked over the plush cushioning. The walls were painted a nice neutral beige color and the stairs’ handrails were a deep polished mahogany. She felt a little out of place because she could tell these people had money. Although the quality was the best, the massive house wasn’t ostentatious.
    Chevy guided her down the stairs and into the kitchen on the right of the hall. Her sneakers squeaked as she walked over the highly polished tile floor. She heard voices as she entered and the conversation stopped as she walked beside Chevy further into the room. On one side of the massive room was a large gourmet kitchen that would be a chef’s dream, separated by a large granite counter. On the other was the dining area, outfitted with a shiny wood table large enough to seat at least fifty people. Sitting at the head of the table were three very tall, handsome, muscular men and a pretty woman with a toddler on her lap. Alyson froze and lowered her head, feeling like an intruder.
    “Alyson, these are the Alphas of our pack, Jonah, Mikhail, and Brock. This is their mate, Michelle, and their son, Stefan. Alphas, this is Alyson Redding, our mate.”
    “Hi, Alyson,” Michelle said with a smile toward her. “Welcome to the pack house. If you have any questions or just need someone to talk to, please don’t hesitate to come find me.”
    “Hi,” Alyson replied. “And thank you.” She watched Michelle play with her son. She could see the woman and her mates doted on him. He was a happy and very healthy little boy. Giving a wistful sigh at what she had missed out on as a child, she pushed her thoughts aside and turned to Chevy.
    “Why don’t you go and sit with Michelle while I get you some food, darlin’?”
    At first Alyson felt a bit awkward, but the more she spoke to Michelle and her mates and played with little Stefan, the more relaxed she felt. Just as she finished eating her sandwich, Rylan and Tarkyn came into the dining room with three other men and another woman.
    Rylan sat next to her and introduced her to Jarrod,