"Is it almost time?" I panted with a tinge of whininess. My other mates were sympathetic while Kyler gently rubbed my pained tummy that was full with his pup.

"Almost," murmured Alexandre, gently cupping my head. "Just breathe, baby boy."

"I can do nothing but breathe, Daddy Wolf."

Andros padded/clacked closer in his mostly skeletal wolf form, gently nosing my left hand. He was also there to make sure my fifteenth (and final) birth would also go well. Some of my other mates like Briar, Waltz, Zaire, Damon, Russet, and Gavin were present in the birthing room. Outside the room, there were Ambrose, Matteo, Dian, Ian, Blaine, and Angel (who were the bigger ones of the bunch aside from the brothers Alexandre and Andros). Kyler had to be with me because it was his child being born.

It's been five years since we met Kyler at the hot springs where he revealed himself as the prophesied fifteenth mate. To confirm the prophecy, several of my mates had went off to find the Oracle while the rest stayed behind to keep me safe. Kyler and I bonded immediately, though, as if my soul already knew he was to be the final mate in our pack. He fit in well with us and, when my traveling mates finally returned home, it was confirmed that Kyler was the last one.

Blaine had told me all about the Oracle, whom I had never seen nor spoken to in my entire life. Apparently, after making a huge mistake, the Oracle had been cursed by his goddess to live in a human-spider form to repent for the death he'd caused. I felt a little pity after hearing that, but I can't help him. I've got my hands full with fifteen mates and kids.

"Is Papa okay?"

I managed a smile after hearing my eldest, Alexandre's pup, ask about my condition. "I-I'm okay, Alasdair. Your papa is happy this is the last time."

Alasdair peeked into the birthing room, so I twisted around a little to blow him a kiss. My sweet eldest with white hair beamed and retreated from the curtain with Blaine sweeping him up. I knew it was Blaine because my child said so.

I laid back down and relaxed, then Alexandre gave the signal. He was using magic to help with the delivery. He wasn't about to risk my or the baby's health with a magical C-section since he doesn't know what my insides look like. Over the course of the last fourteen births, Alexandre had refined his ability to coat the baby in his magic and loosen up my rectum for exit. He also made sure my anal cavity was clean just in case. But everything had gone perfectly after the fourth birth.

"Get him up!"

My child kicked again just as another painful spasm hit, making me almost lose consciousness from pain. I allowed myself to be lifted and position for a natural gravity birth while hugging Kyler's waist. His scent kept me calm and his touch allowed for my deep breathing to even out. Kyler kept whispering words of encouragement while he stood in front of me, petting my head and back. I nuzzled his torso, mushing my face against his toned abdominal muscles.

The pain, I'm sure, was somewhat muted thanks to Alexandre's magic. But the pressure was there. I could feel my baby's head try to push out, so it was hard to relax enough to let it do so. But I won't push. That could hurt me and my child.

A short time later, Andros ducked his head and peered at my lower half, then quietly barked and wagged his tail. Alexandre reached underneath me while I remained in a partly knees-bent position. His relieved exhale made me relax even more, then I cried out as my baby's head fully came out. Less than a minute later, Alexandre caught the child since the head was the biggest part.

I would have sunk to my knees had Kyler not caught me. Warm, damp towels were brought in by Angel to help clean us up. The cord wasn't cut right away thanks to Athena's guidance on the first birth. It was still feeding important nutrients to the child, so waiting ten minutes was enough. After Alexandre gave my cleaner child to me, I stared down at her little face with a happy smile. There was a tuft of silvery light brown hair and her fair skin might either burn or tan easily, but she was perfect. Her ears and tail were basically hairless for now.

I gently kissed her forehead. She didn't make much of a sound, but she did snuggle closer. Kyler leaned in and kissed his little girl's forehead with a teary smile.

"She's beautiful."

I smiled. "She definitely is. I wonder what color her eyes will be."

Kyler chuckled. "Hopefully, violet like yours. But even if they're not, I'll love my pup regardless."

"Good."

"Have you picked out a name?" asked Angel, after quietly congratulating us.

Kyler nodded when I looked at him to do the honors. "Her name will be Alana, for she is a 'precious' existence to me." he explained, kissing my head as I leaned into his chest with our baby girl, Alana, cuddled against my own.

Angel squeezed Kyler's shoulder and nodded, then returned outside the birthing room to tell everyone else the good news. The childish cheers that rang out startled Alana, but she was calm with her right ear against my heart. Kyler cupped her head and gently stroked it. He was a bit surprised and flustered when I asked him to hold his daughter, but he readily agreed and gathered his almost eight-pound baby girl into his arms. My mate melted when she snuggled in.

"I think I'm gonna have to be 'tough love Papa' for her when it comes to discipline in the future, Ky. You're already giving in to that sweet face."

Kyler chuckled. "I guess that is the case, but we'll see."

A few minutes later, Alexandre cut the umbilical cord and helped remove the afterbirth. I was hurried to the bathing pool that he'd made to have warm water, then Matteo came over to help me bathe. He hugged my shoulders and his son peeked at me with a bright grin.

"Dad was worried, Papa."

I chuckled. "I know, Nael. He was always worried whenever I gave birth, especially when I gave birth to you four years ago."

Nael grinned. "Yeah, Dad's a worrywart."

"Shush, son." murmured Matteo, kissing down the right side of my neck. He nibbled there, then started soaping my chest.

Nael hummed, remaining on his hands and knees at the edge of the bathing pool. "Papa?"

"Yeah, El?"

"I love you." He kissed my cheek and waited for one from me, then pecked his dad's cheek and ran off with a bright smile.

Matteo almost howled his delight. I chuckled and kissed his opposite cheek, pushing my fingers into his thick, dark brown waves as he shivered with a soft noise of happiness. "You're so cute, Mattie."

He blushed. "I can't help it. My mate and pup are both adorable."

"Mmhm," I hummed, smirking at my cute mate. "Well, I do have to return to feed Alana, so I can't stay here all day."

Matteo pouted. "Okay, Master."

"I love you, Mattie. Be a good wolf and I'll give you a reward."

Matteo agreed, then quickly helped me wash and dry myself. He wouldn't let me walk, so he easily carried my form back into the warm birthing room while wrapped up in a plush towel. Kyler was a little lost while Alana was whimpering, so I took him from her and pressed her face to my left nipple. Instinctually, she latched onto it and began to suck hard. I winced and then relaxed as soon as she got a steady stream with less suction. Matteo watched intently, so I wondered if he wanted to have another little taste like he had four months ago after I gave birth to Celestine, Angel's pup.

Russet came over and sat next to me on the table. His lop ears brushed my left shoulder, so I turned my head and pecked his cheek. His peanut-brown skin warmed and he cuddled closer.

"Annie, she's so pretty. I think my pup is cuter, but Alana looks sweet."

I chuckled. "I'm sure all of our pups will get along well. Who knows, Alana may end up being the peacekeeper in the future."

Briar agreed as he hugged Kyler's waist. "And I think Bennett and Alana will be thick as thieves."

Kyler hugged Briar's shoulders and kissed his head. "I think so, too."

I watched Kyler blush after Briar kissed his cheek, then ushered Waltz, Zaire, and Gavin forward to greet their fellow pack member's pup. They quietly cooed and kissed my face, then hugged Kyler or squeezed his shoulders with words of congratulations. I lifted Alana to my shoulder and began patting her back. She spit a little, then burped, and was finally calm again.

Since she was swaddled, I gave her back to Kyler in order to put ointment on my nipple. Alexandre did it for me, telling me I "did so well" and that I'm the "best baby boy" ever. My cheeks warmed and I hugged his waist, rubbing my face on his pecs while he stood between my thighs. He cupped my head and kissed my forehead, his tail wagging while I pressed chaste smooches to his warm skin.

"Thank you for your help as usual, Daddy Wolf."

Alexandre's chest vibrated with a pleased growl. "My pleasure, baby. Now we can just focus on you and raising our pups in peace."

"This isn't gonna be very peaceful, Alexandre." remarked Damon, hugging my shoulders. "My little munchkin is quite boisterous."

I giggled. "True! Lorcan is a little bundle of energy."

"Did Papa say my name?" asked Lorcan, peeking inside the room. His ice-blue eyes sparkled. "Papa, may I see my new baby sister?"

I chuckled and motioned for him to come closer, so Alexandre moved out of the way. Lorcan rushed inside, wearing nothing but a loincloth. His silvery heather hair was a match to mine, which made him proud anytime someone mentioned it. Lorcan wasn't the only child to have my hair, but those who did were very happy to match with their beloved papa.

Damon quirked his lips to the side when his son tried to push him aside, but he chuckled and picked up his little one for me. Lorcan reached for me, so I welcomed his little body into my arms.

"My cute little boy, thank you for being good today." I said softly, kissing his chubby cheeks. Lorcan is four months younger than Nael, and he's such a little troublemaker most of the time.

He grinned. "I kept my promise 'cause you said that you and Dad would take me to the waterfall this weekend!"

Damon eyed me. "Is that so, Anwyll?"

I puffed my cheeks out. "Yes, that is so, Day."

Damon snickered and kissed our cheeks. "All right."

Lorcan was looking at his new baby sister over my right shoulder while Kyler continued to cradle Alana. "Is that her?" he whispered.

"Yes, Lor. Isn't she lovely? Her name is Alana."

Lorcan hugged my neck and tucked the back of his head against it. "Yeah, she's so little."

"So are you, bud." remarked Gavin, his tail swishing in a happy, relaxed way. "Are you going to protect your baby sister?"

Lorcan nodded. "I'm gonna be the best big brother."

"No, I am!" quietly hissed Alasdair, having sneaked inside without me noticing. Nael was also here now.

I chuckled. "How about we move to the living room where there is more space? I'm sure everyone wants to greet Alana, and it looks like my pups need some cuddles."

Nael's dark blue eyes moved to my face. "Yes, please." he replied softly, twiddling his fingers. "Papa's hugs are the best."

A resounding word of agreement was used throughout the pack, which included my quiet Ambrose and his equally quiet son. I blushed and let Briar carry me out of the room. I tucked my nose against his neck and inhaled deeply, then noticed his tail wagging like crazy. I smiled happily. My mates are so easy to read.

My fourteen other beloved werewolves followed Briar and all of the pups trailed after their dads. Kyler refused to hand over Alana, still so enamored with her sleeping face. I was feeling really tired, but thanks to Alexandre's magic I'm not feeling any pain down below. It feels amazing to be cuddled right now, which is making me feel even sleepier.

Waltz bounced forward and pulled the curtain aside for Briar, then winked and blew a kiss to me. "You're super cute, Annie." he stated, then brushed his fingers over my right knee as Briar passed by him.

"You're cute too, Alt." I murmured sleepily. "I think I need a nap, though."

After my yawn, Kyler actually did the same. He must have been really nervous about the birth and now he's tired after all of the excitement. My Ky is adorable, just like the rest of my mates. Briar settled down against the wall of our giant living room, a few feet from the fireplace. Andros padded over to it and used his magic to start the logs already present.

Zaire shifted into his dark green wolf and laid down to my left, so I petted his head and then kissed his son's forehead when Zephyr snuggled against his father's side. Zephyr had the same dark green hair/fur like Zaire and similar scale patches, meanwhile his eyes remain gold instead of switching between caramel-brown and gold depending on how Zaire was feeling.

Alexandre shifted into his wolf form, so I reached out and stroked his thick, white fur. He rubbed his head on mine, sniffing at my face and neck before touching his lips to my own. Alexandre settled down nearby to let my other mates and pups say hello. I was turned around, but the towel was kept around my lap for decency around the pups.

The truly identical twins, Dian and Ian, were there with smiles, pressing kisses to my cheeks as their children followed suit. I gave birth to two sons total for those twins. Dian's son kissed my cheek, his sweet smile making me return it.

"Papa, Alana is the last, right?"

I nodded. "I believe so, Sel."

Ansel breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. Now we don't have to share Papa any more than we do now."

I chuckled and cupped his head, pushing my fingers into his silky black hair. Ansel nuzzled my wrist.

"You're so cute, Sel. We have a big family, don't we?"

"Yup. But we love them!"

"Yep, we sure do." I replied happily, then kissed his left temple.

Ian's son, Tirion, fell into my arms. I made an "oof" sound and he giggled happily. His tail wagged at a million miles an hour, practically going around in a circle. His hair was black with a silvery sheen thanks to my genes and his eyes were black like Ansel's and their dads. Tirion is such a gentle child, just like Ansel. Their dads have fiery streaks, so maybe those will appear later on in their sons.

Ian tugged Tirion into his lap as Waltz practically leapt on me. "Annie!" he exclaimed. "Give me kisses!"

I laughed and hugged his neck, then peppered his face with kisses like he wanted. Waltz's glittery ash-blond hair sparkled in the light from the fire. His tail whirled and was caught by Dian for a moment as he moved himself and Ansel out of the way. Dian and Ian blew kisses to Waltz, who smirked and winked at them before shifting into his wolf form. His green, black, and blue faerie wings were shimmering with golden dust as he settled down with his head on my right knee.

"Papa, Dad is really rambunctious."

I eyed Waltz's daughter, who had a lighter reddish brown skin tone than her father. Her heather to ash-blond gradient hair was usually a mass of unruly curls, but she had Waltz tie it back for her since it was a special day. She was a mix of Waltz and myself, but that's to be expected.

"Zuri, you're still memorizing difficult words, huh? You're amazing."

Zuri beamed, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I welcomed my sweet three-year-old daughter into my embrace and lovingly cupped her head. Zuri rubbed her face on my neck, her tail thumping against my and Briar's left legs.

"Papa, I wanna learn a lot more so I can help you." she explained, tucking her head down to hear my heartbeat. "It's not easy as our alpha."

I hummed my agreement. "That is true, Ri. Thank you for thinking of me, sweetheart."

Zuri snuggled closer and relaxed after a deep breath. I petted her back in silence as her half-siblings/pack members slowly moved and or crept closer.

In a normal situation with a mate to a werewolf in a pack, depending on my mate's position, I would be held in accordance with it. But since my mates make up all of the pack and there is no true "leader," I have been chosen by my dear wolves to become the alpha. How I feel affects them and vice versa. I do my best to make them feel happy, loved, needed, and wanted while they do their best to provide everything I ever need and want. That's part of the alpha's position of a pack, but it's also my duty as their mate. And I love all fifteen more than I can express with words, which makes it even more important for me to take care of all their needs as an extra gesture.

"Zuri, may I switch with you?"

I still find it hard to believe that my two-year-old Arden, Gavin's daughter, is already speaking perfectly.

Actually, I questioned that about all of my children. But Alexandre has reassured me that this was normal for werewolves. Their minds and speaking abilities grow and develop much faster than humans, and I got shorter pregnancies thanks to the werewolf genetics. That's why I ended up having three kids per year over the past five. Alexandre used his magic too, which could partly be why their intelligence is through the roof of the cave and beyond.

Zuri nodded and flopped over her dad's back, then shifted into her wolf pup form. Her pretty fur and little faerie wings sparkled with golden dust like Waltz as she cuddled into his side. Arden climbed into my lap and snuggled in with a happy smile. Her wolfish purrs had me grinning away while I petted her light brown hair. Celestine shakily clambered into my lap for some attention as well, so I patted my second youngest's blond hair and smiled when her sky-blue eyes peeked up at me. Goodness, what a little angel. She is like a tiny copy of her father, just with longer hair.

Briar's son, Bennett, came over and squeezed into my lap to be close to me and his dad. I wrapped my arms around the three of my kiddos and their tails started wagging. They're just so cute!

Bennett looked like what I imagine to be a young Briar. He has the same black hair and ears with the exact subtle gray markings on them. His eyes were emerald-green, too. It was cute watching Bennett try to help his dad around our cave.

"Papa," whispered Shiloh, his black eyes gleaming. They had a red inner circle around his pupils, which meant my little one-year-old had central heterochromia. He's so cute, like a mini version of Ambrose.

Well, most of my kids look like miniatures of their fathers. It's all thanks the werewolf DNA, according to Alexandre and Andros. Thankfully, none of my children are humans. It's a rougher life being human, mainly because I can't shift and keep myself warm in the winter all by my lonesome. It's harder to get food by myself and I'm really weak, too. The only plus is that I can go into town without needing magic to hide my ears, tail, and extra unique attributes.

I smiled at Shiloh. "Hi, baby boy. Do you wanna cuddle with me, Shy?"

He nodded, twiddling his thumbs while he waited for his siblings to return to their dads. He finally stepped closer, so once my little boy was within reach, I grabbed him and started using my tickle fingers on his little body. Ambrose's wolf form skulked forward while his pup burst into laughter under my skilled fingers, so he licked Shiloh's and my heads before nosing us both. I just held Shiloh in his relaxed state and petted Ambrose's head. Both my mate and kid were quiet but needed lots of affection.