Sebastian's P.O.V.
Sebastian stared out the window of the private jet, the clouds surrounding the aircraft matching his grim mood. When his face had begun morphing after his reckless kiss with Giavanna, he had raced back to the hotel, unleashing his fury and dispair on the room fixtures as Jared and Grant watched helplessly. The look of devastation on Giavanna's face was etched into his mind. As long as he lived and regardless of what happened in their relationship moving forward, Sebastian knew he'd never be able to fully atone for his behavior.
His next biggest concern was the effectiveness of the pack's magicians. As long as he could remember, they had never failed a task before. Not when Sebastian's parents led the pack and according to his research, not during his grandparents' reign either. The Leadership Council had already been made aware of the situation and were demanding all thirteen magicians be ready to gather as soon as Sebastian was back within the pac
Giavanna's P.O.V. Sitting on her front porch stairs, Giavanna tapped her feet impatiently as she waited for Grant to arrive. Her two large suitcases rested on the sidewalk, most of the items Sebastian had suggested packing tucked away neatly inside, as well as a navy messenger bag crammed full with her journal and novels to read. Her mind had just begun wondering if this was all a waste of time when Grant hurriedly pulled up to the curb. "Sorry!" He called as he jumped out of the car, rushing to get her bags in the car. "I got held up in line at the coffee shop." Spying two steaming beverages in the car drink holder through the window, Giavanna smiled and replied, "That's a perfectly acceptable excuse." Slamming the trunk shut, Grant looked around puzzled. "The rest of your stuff inside then?" "No, that's it. Well, besides my carry-on." She gestured to her satchel and entered the vehicle. "It's a private jet, and you
Sebastian's P.O.V. Sebastian bolted upright, the sharp rapping on his office door rousing him from his unplanned desk nap. "Yeah, come in." He yawned and began rolling his stiff neck and shoulder muscles, silently cursing himself out for nodding off. Between the intense longing for his mate and the stress of arguing with Leadership Council members, the past two nights had resulted in little actual sleep. "Excuse me, Sebastian..." Dale began as he peeked his head through the doorway. His eyes took in the wrinkled gray button-down shirt, messy hair, and bloodshot eyes of his Alpha. Suppressing a grimace, he proceeded to read off his clipboard. "We received word that Miss Giavanna has safely boarded the jet and will be in flight soon. She was, and I quote, 'thrilled' with the itinerary. Grant has confirmed that she is uncomfortable with excessive displays of wealth, so Meadow and Izzy thought the Pink Moon suite would be the best fit for her." Running a ha
Giavanna's P.O.V.Giavanna stood frozen in the passenger entrance of the Blood Lake Alpha's private jet; her eyes were round saucers as she gazed around the cabin. She had expected to see some plush leather chairs, tables, and maybe a couch. The space before her looked more akin to a full-service day spa than an aircraft."Move it," Grant instructed as he came up behind Giavanna and gently nudged her through the threshold. "We have to keep on sche..." His voice trailed off once he noticed the interior of the jet. "Alice, what the fuck happened here?"Alice reappeared from behind a curtain a pair of slippers and a robe in her hands. "Our Alpha was feeling rather guilty about requiring so much of Sebastian's attention this past week and wanted to make sure Miss Giavanna felt properly welcomed by the Blood Lake pack." She put the items down on a table decorated with an extravagant flower arrangement and several pillar candles. With a hand upon her elbow
Sebastian's P.O.V."Mother, let me go in first," Sebastian instructed, lightly guiding her by the shoulders to move behind him. "Jared and Dad are both shouting, and that doesn't bode well.""Of course, dear, but you know your father would never hurt me." Calista stepped a few paces back and looked expectantly at her son.Sebastian chuckled. "He's not who I'm worried about. Just give me a few minutes to clear the way in for you." Giving the double doors that led into the Leadership Council chambers a hard yank, the Alpha walked into a riotous calamity.Orion stood at one end of a long wooden table, his claw-tipped fingers leaving deep furrows in the dark wood. He was snarling, flecks of spit dripping from the corners of his mouth as he screamed obscenities. Beta Jared had his powerful arms wrapped around the older man's shoulders and chest, restraining him from behind. From Jared's stony expression, Sebastian could tell that this was not
Giavanna's POV"You ok back there?" Grant asked from the driver's seat of the black SUV as it sped down the tree-lined road. "Shouldn't be too much longer until we arrive at the packhouse." "Huh?" Giavanna mumbled. She was tucked into the backseat of the vehicle, covered in a cozy blanket, and had been reflecting on the flight out before Grant's interruption. Gemma and Alice could not have been better company on the jet. Though reluctant at first, both women utilized the plane's amenities at Giavanna's insistence. She had particularly enjoyed giving Grant a manicure finished up with sparkly black polish. "Just checking, you need anything? Bathroom, drink, snack?" Grant took a left turn into the parking lot of a gas station and pulled into a spot near the shop entrance. "I need to use the facilities."She was about to say no when she glanced out the window. Before her was the largest, cleanest, most pristine gas station she'd ever seen. No chipping
Sebastian's POV"Oh, I do not care for this one bit. You look so frail and sickly.""Thank you, Mother," Sebastian sighed. She poked his significantly reduced bicep and grimaced.Giavanna was scheduled to arrive in thirty nerve-wracking minutes. His stomach in knots, Sebastian tried to calm himself by making a mental list of their schedule. For her first evening, the pair would have a semi-formal dinner with the Keller and Kemp families, after allowing her time to settle in her rooms and a tour of the packhouse. He had wanted to do more, but Meadow had insisted adding anything else would probably be too overwhelming. "Besides," Izzy had giggled, "scheduling anything more wouldn't allow any alone time for the two of you." Sebastian's ears grew red again, thinking about how vividly he had blushed at her remark.Alone time with Giavanna had occupied his mind since the moment he boarded the plane home. The brief kiss they shared left a smoldering
Giavanna's POV"How many more check-points are we going to have to get through?" Giavanna asked, peering out the car window. They were on the very edge of the Blood Lake pack's official city limits, having driven through three guard stations where overly courteous sentries greeted them and directed them to proceed. "That's it unless they created a new one while I was gone," Grant joked. "Privacy and security have always been important to the Blood Lake alphas." He slowed his speed as they entered the bustling town. Giavanna's stomach began to churn in a combination of nervousness and excitement. She was hoping Sebastian would be able to keep his word and concentrate on her and their budding relationship rather than constantly working, though she didn't have much faith if the lack of texts or calls from him the past few days was any indication. But as she began to see the size of the pack land and the number of members their alpha had to manage, Giavanna began un
Sebastian's POVSebastian settled more comfortably into the plaid loveseat, his arms spread across the back ledge of the furniture, with a smile on his face that beamed more every time he heard Giavanna burst into a new fit of laughter in the suite next to his. His wolf had been purring non-stop since his mate's arrival, and it was a feeling he certainly didn't want to end.The rest of the packhouse tour had gone well, with Giavanna asking thoughtful questions that Sebastian was only too happy to expound upon and ample opportunities for stolen kisses. They had agreed upon a 90-minute break to allow them time to rest and change for dinner with the Alpha and Beta's families. And as much as he had wanted to remain with her, he knew she didn't need him hovering around while contacting people back home. His attempt to distract himself with a nap had been an instant failure, so he put on his evening attire and waited for the clock to tick down.His mind wa