Missing a Friend

[MONICA’s Point-of-View]

I pulled the robe over my shoulders and sighed.

The bed creaked when Beta Weston moved and sat behind me. I felt his soft lips press against the skin of my shoulder, and the feelings it brought me were so sweet and warm. I wished to stay much longer with him, but I knew I couldn’t.

We were in a small, old shack on the far side of the Black Haw’s territory. It has been our secret place. Our haven away from all the chaos inside the pack. It used to be the house of Beta Weston’s mother, where he was raised.

He came from a very poor family before he crawled his way up and became friends with Alpha Hunter. At the time of war inside the pack, he fought side by side with Alpha Hunter and was appointed as his Beta because of Weston’s loyalty and his ability as a good adviser to his best friend.

"Stay," he whispered, and then his lips went to my earlobe, nibbling it, "Alpha Hunter won’t notice that you are here with me, Monica. Brochan was careful when he got you out