The s*x was what Ryan needed. What they both did.
There had been a time that Ryan had had a very frivolous attitude towards s*x.
Ryan, along with every other wolf in the Cashel pack, had expected to find his mate when he turned twenty-one and reached full maturity along with his wolf.
Every werewolf, male, female, and those of every other gender, had traveled to his twenty-first birthday celebration to see if they might be his mate.
It was safe to say that every werewolf not of the Cashel pack, wanted to be part of the Cashel pack. Ryan’s parents, the Alpha and Luna of the pack, had made it the most welcoming and safest pack in the whole of the Republic of Ireland.
They were also wealthy, and the pack was diverse, but most of the werewolves in the pack weren’t related to one another. But it didn’t matter though. They were all family, regardless of origin.