It's Monday, which means it's an Alpha Meeting day. Marcus sighs to himself. These meetings are important, and he'd never miss one, but he's not particularly looking forward to this one.It's the first Alpha Meeting after Daisy's wedding, which makes Marcus the only unmarried Alpha child. It weakens his position – an Alpha must be part of a mated pair bond, someone who can offer the strong promise of heirs.Daisy is already pregnant, which strengthens her position quite a lot when paired with Charles's substantial role within the pack. Joel has been married for three years already, with one small son.Marcus is the youngest, and he's the only one without even the hint of a mate on the horizon. In fact, he has a reputation as a bit of a playboy, which works against him. He's put off sorting out that side of his life for far too long, and he knows it.He knows that his family thinks he's cavalier about it, that he's neglecting that side of his responsibilities, but nothing could be furt
Daisy, Joel, and Charles can barely contain their excitement, Marcus notes with distaste. It's tactless, the way their eyes gleam and they practically bounce in their seats.Yes, this is a moment that all three Alpha children have been anticipating for some time, but it's hardly graceful to be so obvious in their eagerness. Father retiring means that he no longer feels that he can keep up with the duties of his role.Marcus is firm on how he feels about this: he wants to be Alpha as much as either of his siblings, but he cares deeply for his father as well. Family politics can be messy, but at its core, an Alpha's family is supposed to be a pack all in itself. They're meant to lead by example.A werewolf pack functions best when its members are loyal to one another, genuinely care for one another, and have each other's backs. There will always be some competition, of course; that's only natural. But at its center, a pack is meant to be a family.Strong, unbroken family bonds are the t
I stare around me at the villa that Kent has brought me to under the cover of night. It's beautiful: an airy, spacious house nestled in the countryside outside the city. The furnishings are modern, clean, and bright, and the large windows will surely light up the entire place during the day.It's gorgeous, and I don't want any of it.Kent takes me on the tour anyway, leading me through the expansive kitchen and dining room toward the staircase that leads to the upstairs bedrooms.There are four bedrooms, the largest of which has been turned into a sort of detective office. Photos of Charles and his associates, the Alpha family, and various copies of documents are pinned to all the walls."Sorry to take over the master bedroom," Kent says. "But we need all the space we can get if we're going to bring these assholes down. The other bedrooms are just as nice, I promise.""It's fine," I say dismissively. "I don't need a fancy bedroom. I'm going to sleep in that little servant's room.""Wh
Marcus paces around the meeting room behind the library, feeling uneasy. There is still no word of Nicole, despite his staff's best searching. Everything they investigate turns up only the news that Nicole is dead, plain and simple. She isn't, Marcus can almost swear to it. He doesn't know how he knows – despite their other supernatural gifts, werewolves aren't psychic – but he just knows. Or, more accurately, his wolf knows. Marcus still isn't sure what to make of that.
"Are you ready?" Kent asks me. He's sitting at the kitchen table in my villa, drinking a cup of coffee from the fancy espresso machine on the countertop and scrolling through his phone. He hasn't even looked up, and I clear my throat impatiently. "What?" he asks, finally raising his head. "You look great. I told you that you would – you don't need me to approve your outfits." "Well, excuse me for being a little nervous on my first day a
Nine o'clock in the morning was nothing compared to the early shifts I had when I was an intern at the hospital, and I've always been an early bird, so I'm feeling bright and cheerful when I pull up in front of the Alpha's mansion the next morning. It's a truly beautiful building, I can't deny that. A little ridiculous for one family, but then again, I guess a lot of the staff do live and work here, too. It's a three-story brick home with a circular drive, a marble statue of a wolf standing in the middle of a fountain out front.
A week later, I'm woken up in the middle of the night by someone roughly shaking my shoulder. "Nicole, get up," Kent says frantically, shaking me relentlessly. "Hurry. It's Ty." I snap to attention immediately, throwing off my covers and scrambling for my robe, years of medical training having honed me to be instantly alert under these circumstances.  
I am, quite predictably, exhausted at the Alpha's mansion the next day. Fortunately, there's a lovely little staff kitchen on the same floor as my office, and it's always stocked with very good, very strong imported coffee. I lean back in the leather chair behind my desk, sighing gratefully as I inhale the rich aroma of hazelnut wafting up from my third cup of the day. Man, this coffee is delicious. I think they have it specially flown in from some fancy little cafe in Paris, Claire said.