I lifted the cool glass to my lips, taking a slow drink of the soda as I watched the couple across the room. The crowd of party-goers blocked my view from time to time, but I didn’t mind. That meant less of a chance of me getting caught spying. I took another drink. I knew it was stupid, but I couldn’t help myself. I was jealous. It wasn’t because the woman was attractive or because of the way the guy couldn’t take his eyes off of her. It was their freedom. We’re the same age, give or take a year or two. While they got to flirt, party, and enjoy these brief years of new adulthood while I was trapped. Trapped in a life never meant to be mine by some cruel twist of fate.
“Do you know him?” A masculine voice whispered over my shoulder. I gave a startled flinch. Finn laughed. He had caught me off guard and knew it. I shook my head as I turned to face him. Finn was in t
My phone came to life and with a glance, I said, “Let’s head out. They’ve caught a few of them this time. Maybe we can get some answers.”“Yes, Ma’am,” he said and followed me down the wooden porch steps. We climbed into his Benz, which helped strengthen the mafia image even more. He drove the ten minutes it took to the holding cells. I was about to walk in when Mario stopped me. He walked in a circle, looking me over. To some, it may seem odd, but I used to it. He always assessed me beforehand to ensure I was going to make the right impression when I went inside. Right now, I couldn’t afford newbie mistakes. Those rogues had to see me as a competent leader if I wanted the attacks to stop. My rocky grip on my position, as luna needed the attacks to stop. I’ve lost my family. I would not lose my pack too.Mar
I sighed and wondered if being a leader was as stressful for my parents, or was it just me? “Let the rogues stew in thought for tonight, and I’ll deal with them in the morning. Offer them dinner and breakfast. Show them I can be kind, except for Cell 3-B. He’s allowed no kindness until I speak with him tomorrow.”“And Howe?” Koreyon asked.I should’ve expected that question, yet I hated he asked it all the same. “Until I figure out if he’s telling us the truth or not, he’ll receive the same treatment as the rogues.”“But he’s Michael Howe, an abusive son of a bitch. Just like—”I turned to him and gave him a stern glare. “I know very well who Michael Howe is, but he’s do
The rogue who sat down in front of me was one of the younger ones. By the look of him, he was a few years older than me. He shook as he sat there, looking at me with wide eyes. I could smell the sweat and fear pouring out of him. Not sure what it says about me, but his fear helped me relax.“There are a lot of alphas who detest rogues, even to the point they execute all that dare cross their lands,” I started, keeping my tone flat and business-like. “I’m, however, not one of those alphas. I don’t believe all rogues are deviants, and I support every wolf’s right to live as they choose. Yet, that doesn’t mean I won’t tear apart anyone who threatened my pack. You have attacked my people and threatened their lives.” I leaned forward with a glare. He held my gaze for a second before lowering it to the table.&ldq
His bluntness took me, so by surprise I wasn’t sure what to say. He expected me to reject him? Something in me softened at that. “Is that what you want?”Michael laughed again, shaking his head. “Is that what I want? No one has given a damn what I wanted in my entire life, Peaches. Why start now?” His tone was bitter through his laughter.“Peaches?” I repeated. Where had that come from? He shrugged as a reply. I sighed and sat cross-legged on the floor. “I should reject you. It’s what everyone expects and might even insist. Your father’s cruel hand has hurt people even here.”“My father was a thorough man, if nothing else,” Michael replied, his voice dull and flat.“He was also strong and
“Yes, Luna,” Koreyon said with a quick nod.The third elder, Brandon, scoffed, then sniffed in his obvious disapproval. I ignored him. Charles pinned me again with his stare. “You want to continue this absurd course of action, fine, but what is your plan? Just wait and see what happens?”“Of course not,” I replied. “I have selected a few men who will go undercover as rogues to find out who is recruiting them. From there, follow up the chain until I find out who is responsible for this, then deal with them accordingly. Our patrols will increase in number and frequency, acting harshly on any activity that seems suspicious.”Again, Brandon scoffed with a sniff of disapproval. Edward scratched his wiry chin. “And what of that Michael Howe?”
“He came into my territory…” I started.“Is Mike causing trouble?” she asked. The shortening of his name in such a familiarity threw me a little and a hint of possessiveness stabbed at me.“No, not exactly,” I said, trying to regain my footing. “He got caught up in a rogue attack on my territory, but that’s not the reason for my call.” I took a deep breath, then continued. “Michael is my mate. I need to know more about him before I decide to reject or accept him. I figured who better to ask than you.”She looked at me like I was crazy. “Me? You are aware of our history, right?”“Of course. You’ve seen him at his worst and you gave him a second chance. There has to be a reason
With a plan in mind, I picked up my phone and set things in motion. When I finished, I called Mario. “Ready the car. I want to return to the detention center.”“Yes, Luna,” he replied, and I end the call.This was the right decision, I told myself as I left the office and the pack house. Mario just pulled out of the garage. He got out to open the back passenger door for me. “So you’ve made your decision?”“I have,” I replied, getting in. As we drove, I explained, “The pack needs stability and I think we all agree that having my mate by my side will give us that stability.” Through the mirror, I could read Mario’s thoughts about Michael. “I won’t deny he has his issues, but many people, many alphas, are afraid of him. We could use tha
I looked over my shoulder and beamed a bright smile at Michael before I walked into the house. Despite that, it was late Monday morning there were still several people in and about the house. I waved and smiled at those who crossed our path. Those who dared look at Michael longer than a few seconds got a growl from him. Some of the bolder wolves even got a few colorful insults. “That’s not doing you any favors, you know,” I told him in a sweet tone.“I don’t want any favors! I want the hell out of here!”Ignoring him, I stopped before the door of his new room. I turned the knob and opened it, revealing the small but tasteful room. Decorated minimally in whites and soft grays, so a man or a woman would find the room comfortable to be in. “This will be your room for now,” I told him and walked inside.