Santa's Knotty List

Smexy Santa outfit? Check.
Sleigh full of presents? Check.
Reindeer who may or may not like me? Check.
Knowing what I’m doing? Eh, I’ll get back to you on that.

When Mom goes into heat two days before Christmas—incapacitating my dads—that leaves me in the hot seat, delivering presents all over the world.

All is well, and I’m about to pat myself on the back for a job well done and get some well-deserved boozy eggnog when my attention catches on something at the bottom of the bag.

An envelope with the name of a pack elegantly scrawled across the front.

Pulling up my fur-lined big girl panties, I set off, and it’s a race against the sun rising to get the gift to the rightful owners before the rays crest the horizon.

Only when I get there, it turns out the gift is not what I was expecting.

It’s a gift for me in the way of three gorgeous alphas who catch me tiptoeing toward their tree after exiting the chimney.

And after one whiff of them, I know I’m fudged.

Because wouldn’t ya know it, they’re my fated mates.

But they don’t take kindly to a stranger breaking into their house. Even one wearing a Santa outfit.

And the whole fated mates business? Yeah, they don’t believe that either.

So now I’m doubly fudged, and all I want to do is get back to the North Pole and forget my mates even exist.