(epiloge)

You took her back to your place, it wasn't much as you were on furlough and could only rent a small place for a few weeks. It was enough, and there you made her your mate, collared her, marked her, made sure she understood her place now. You weren't rough with her, weren't abusive but the first little while she sometimes needed a gentle reminder of her place in your den.

Six months later, by now living on base with you, Summer gave birth to your first litter together, two cute little cubs, a boy and girl who stole both your hearts. By now Summer seemed to have settled into the routine, looking after your small apartment, nursing the twin cubs when they mewled for food, the life of a domesticated female.

When the cubs were old enough to wean, Summer crawled into bed one evening, her body going into heat again. She wanted another litter, and as you were her mate, she wanted you to give it to her. As you'd done with the first litter, over the next week you kept her belly full of seed, and within weeks you both knew she was with cub again.

You knew that claiming her had ruined her chances of finishing college, getting the degree she wanted, but you also know she'd chosen to let you breed her, and this life you lived together, was her choice, made that fateful day she invited you over.