Lindy POVFollowing the Alpha Inspector or his witch wasn't possible. They could move through space using magic and I didn't have any. I had my senses though and I'd always been good at being invisible.No one paid me any attention when I slipped out of the apartment to track the scents of first the Alpha Inspector then his witch.Windsor hadn't left much of a trail to follow. For all his magnificent muscles and size, he was proving to be lazy, preferring to use magic to move around rather than his two good legs.The witch was less careful. I found her tracks outside the apartment in a concentrated area where she must have spoken with the Alpha Inspector for a while before parting company. I was able to follow her scent much farther since she seemed to have just strolled away.I knew no one wanted me poking around for information on Nathan, but how could I not? He was my mate! I'd never dreamed I would find my fated mate much less learn he was wonderful, handsome, and the Alpha heir t
Rachel POVWright House"What in the name of our Goddess---" Art exclaimed, shoving Lindy away from his chest and knocking her onto the bed with me.Lindy landed in a sprawl, her face tear-streaked and eyes swollen. She looked haggard as if she hadn't slept in days; I realized I had no idea how she was doing since I'd been caught up in my own plight. Her bruises were still visible from the beating she'd taken."You said you were going to check on Nathan!" Lindy spat out, "You're a liar! I knew you were a liar. My father told me not to trust anyone.""Your father?" Art asked as I started to feel a sinking sensation in my chest.What had Lindy told Richard Campbell? Did he know we were aware my mother was alive? Was he going to try to kill her before we could rescue her in order to cover up his involvement?I had too many questions to wait for Art to try to communicate with Lindy. I knew the woman well enough to get answers from her. She'd be less afraid of me than Art. He'd just have t
Rachel POVWright House"Who's Peter?" I asked again, bewildered by the thought some man's first name would be enough to find my mother after she'd been missing for twenty years.Lindy looked up at me, adjusting herself on the bed to sit beside me with her back against my headboard, "I don't know. Just Peter. He's always been around Daddy. Doing whatever Daddy wants or needs. He's a 'good dog' or that's what Daddy says.""A good dog," I repeated.I felt nauseated at the idea of this man being nothing more than a pet who fetched, sat, and rolled over on command. Had he fetched my mother on the day Patrick pretended she'd died? Had he taken her away to be put in chains somewhere in a stone building where the wind blew over the ocean?Lindy shrugged. She had never known any other life. The secrets her father asked her to keep weren't suspicious to her because she had no idea what kind of horrors Richard Campbell might be hiding or trying to hide."What sort of things does your daddy ask
Rachel POV"We have to get the Alpha Council involved right now," Art stated with a grim tone I'd never heard him use before.He stood up from Patrick's body with his hands out towards Tyler making me realize it was Tyler who still held the gun.Tyler had been the one to pull the trigger then, the one to kill Patrick, the one to commit murder here in our home."Here," Tyler murmured, offering the gun to Art who took it between his thumb and forefinger before placing it onto the footlocker at the end of our bed, "It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to go off.""I was here," Art said, "I saw the whole thing. I'm your witness. Patrick Flores pulled a weapon. We had to suspect he intended lethal force. There was nothing to do except react accordingly.""I didn't intend to shoot him, but I'm not sorry either. I'd do it again," Tyler said, looking right at me and I realized he wanted something from me.Something I could give him."I know," I said, telling my mate I forgave him as easil
Tyler POVWright HouseDays had passed since the investigation into Patrick Flores's death had closed. The final Alpha Council conclusions stated he was killed by warrant of self-defense or defense of another; no fault was assigned to anyone.I was both a murderer and an innocent man at once. I felt no guilt for saving my mate using any means necessary yet my father's casual pride in my actions left me with the bitter taste of shame in my mouth all the same. Why was it he could only be proud of me for the things I regretted?Everyone had their hands full keeping Rachel occupied. Her mind moved a thousand miles per hour from one idea to another as she exhausted every lead I could dredge up regarding her mother.Elena Campbell might be out there in the world, but finding her wasn't proving to be easy.Jack and Bella were arguing over what to order for dinner at the moment.They'd moved into a spare bedroom at Wright House as had Lindy w
Art POVRoyal birthright meant I had a distinctly selfish view on how things should be and be done. It was ingrained in me from birth to believe I knew what was best; being appointed to the Alpha Council as an inspector had only solidified my belief in my own self-importance and judgements.Tyler Wright thought I could wave my hand and make things happen because I worked for the Alpha Council.I knew he'd think I was capable of even more if he knew my heritage which was why I wasn't sharing my connection to the old Alpha King with him. The man would just have to understand I was doing my best and it would have to be enough."I want you to be there when we present Lindy for him," I said, letting my hands dangle between my spread thighs as I watched Justice pacing before me."Why?" she asked.It was a good question. Justice was a talented witch, but I was more than capable of handling Richard Campbell without her assistance."I don't wa
Lindy POVNo one asked me if I wanted to betray the man who'd raised me as his own.Richard Campbell was The Enemy in this new world I'd been inducted into. He was some evil monster who had stolen away a pack's beloved Luna, two children's mother, and the hope of an Alpha House for the future.No one thought about the fact he'd also been my whole world as I grew to adulthood.Every major milestone in my life had been met with my father at my side. He'd been there for my first words, first steps, and first of everything else.I had never had cause to wonder if my father loved me because his pride in me was apparent every time I walked into a room.But.I'd always known I was an object to him."Are you okay?" Rachel asked, rubbing her hand up and down my arm as I shivered beside her on the sofa.We had been forced to lower the temperature in the house due to Rachel's hormones causing hot flashes.Wolves already ran
Rachel POVI thought Lindy was dead when Art appeared before me holding her limp body in his arms.Blood dripped from her hair onto the marble floor and she was completely silent as he lay her on the loveseat beside my sofa."Is she dead?" I asked, the words bursting out of me as if I were breathing fire, "What happened? Why is there so much blood?"Art shook his head at me, leaving the room to stalk towards the kitchen. He was clearly on a mission; I stared at Lindy long enough to make sure her chest was rising and falling with the movement of breath.She was alive!"Lindy?" I asked, leaning over the edge of the sofa to try to touch her leg where it was extended in my direction, "Lindy, can you hear me? Is she injured, Art?"Art carried a wet cloth in his hand and a mixing bowl filled with water. He didn't answer me, instead sliding his hand under Lindy's neck to support her head before dropping it into the bowl of water."Wha