Tomorrow is “Friday” for Wesley and Haven, and we will see what happens with Alpha Pierce! Thank you to those who are still reading and voting for Haven and Wesley’s story!
WESLEY POV “What the hell is taking her so long? Where the hell is she?” Alpha Pierce growled as he paced back and forth in the conference room, his hair disheveled from running his hands through it over and over. I stood off to the side, leaning against the wall with my arms and legs crossed, my gray suit jacket thrown over one of the few chairs in the room. My mom and Fiona had cleared most of the normal furniture out — the conference table and most of the chairs — and rearranged what was left for this charade of a mating ceremony. The only people in attendance were my parents, Alpha Timothy, and Reid. When asked where the other ranked and future ranked members were, since it was usually custom for all ranked members to attend a mating ceremony, Dad explained they were down at the BBQ happening on the lawn for the pack, who was told there would be a surprise announcement at the end of the evening. Which was a lie. Mostly. There would be no surprise announcement. And while Brad,
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENT CONTENT THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME READERS HAVEN POV “Are you sure about this?” I asked Imogen as I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom of her penthouse apartment. “About what?” she asked back, leaning closer to the mirror to put on her red lipstick. “All of it?” I answered. “The hair, the outfit, the shoes… it’s just — well, it’s not really me.” “What are you talking about? You look hot. Own it!” Ramón yelled from where he lounged on Imogen’s bed, sipping a glass of red wine. “He’s right, you look hot,” Imogen agreed. “Wesley is an idiot,” she added. My lips twitched halfheartedly, but I said nothing in response to her words. “I TOLD YOU, WE BANNED THAT NAME FOR TONIGHT, IMMY!” Ramon yelled from the bedroom. “That’s another shot for you!” Imogen just shrugged and turned away from the mirror. “Maybe I said it on purpose. Maybe I wanted to have to take a shot,” she said with a wink at me. I laughed a little again, turning
SEBASTIAN POV I twisted my tumbler back and forth on the tabletop of our VIP booth, leaning back into the darkness of the space, keeping myself hidden from view. I wasn’t drinking my Negroni. Not really, at least. There was too much on my mind to drink. So much had happened since that day Dad had called Reid and me into his office. What was meant to be just the two of us checking into some rogues turned into a whole ridiculous, drawn out charade. My brother was the most miserable I’d ever seen him. Except, perhaps for those weeks leading up to his forced shift and then the months after that, as he adjusted to his Lycan and his life without Haven. But I was having a hard time feeling even the slightest bit bad for him. He’d dug his own grave with his choice. Sure, I understood why he did it. I could respect his reasoning, and respect him finally making that choice to step out of our dad’s shadow and be his own alpha. But then he stepped right back under the umbrella when Dad told h
WESLEY POV “WHERE ARE YOU?” I roared at Sebastian through the mindlink, already through the door of the conference room, leaving the madness behind me. Nothing mattered beyond getting to him and Haven. “The hospital,” he told me. “FUCK,” I exclaimed out loud. I picked up my pace, racing through the packhouse and out the back door. As soon as my feet hit the grass, my Lycan took over, forcing me to shift. My suit tore into pieces as I switched forms, but it didn’t matter. Haven was more important than some stupid stuffy suit. My Lycan ran the very short distance to the pack clinic faster than he’d ever ran before. And the entire way there, I cursed myself for every decision I’d made since the day I showed her my Lycan. And if my Lycan could talk, I’m pretty sure he’d be cussing me out too. I was so fucking stupid. I had fucked up so badly. I never should have agreed to the proposal from Alpha Pierce, and I should have waited by my phone for Haven to call me back. Or I should hav
WESLEY POV I tried to sleep like Dr. Russo had suggested, but I couldn’t get more than a few minutes at a time. The chair was cold and uncomfortable, and my mind moved a mile a minute as I sat in the almost silent room. All the events from that evening played over and over in my mind as I tried to figure out if there was anything I could have done differently to change the outcome. And the only solution I could come up with was to have never agreed to Alpha Tim’s proposal in the first place. Which, I didn’t even know what had happened with all of that. It wasn’t my priority at that moment, and I knew my dad would handle it and fill me in. I could have joined her on the bed. It was plenty big enough. All the beds in the pack clinic were large enough to hold two people. It was so mates could stay together when one was sick or injured, since the mate bond helped werewolves heal faster. But I was too scared to jostle her and mess up her stitches. With her being human, I wasn’t sure ex
HAVEN POV I awoke wrapped in a cocoon of soothing warmth, surrounded by the scent of Wesley’s cologne — stronger and sweeter than I’d smelt it before. I nestled further into the warmth, pressing my back into Wesley’s solid chest, pulling his arm tighter around my body. The safety and security I felt from being that close to him settled my heart indescribably. His skin against mine set little fireworks off everywhere we touched. Those tiny sparks spread pleasure and warmth throughout not just my body, but my entire being. My soul. It was strange. His touch had always felt different to me, but after the previous night, that sensation was even more pronounced. I tensed and my eyes popped open as everything from the night before came crashing into me all at once. The club. Lennox attacking me. My panic attack when I woke up in an unfamiliar hospital. And Wesley. Wesley coming to my side when I was hurt, Wesley staying by my side and comforting me while the doctor and nurses stitched m
HAVEN POV“I’ll tell you whatever it is you want to know,” Wesley said. “I won’t lie to you, Haven. I won’t ever lie to you again.”“You better not,” I muttered, leaning back against the pillows and crossing my arms.A flicker of amusement hit me, but his face stayed stoic and blank as he kept leaning against the wall, not showing his reaction on the outside. Probably because he didn’t want to piss me off. A little late for that.“I won’t,” he said again. “Which is why, before we talk about anything else, I want to be up front with you about something. And I want you to hear it from me and not from someone else.”I swallowed, but nodded. I knew whatever he was about to say to me would probably just piss me off even more, based on how he looked and felt.“This alpha from another pack — that’s what we call ourselves, all of us werewolves who live together in one group — well, my dad has been trying to get access to his business accounts because he felt that not everything was on the up a
HAVEN POV I kept my quick pace as I walked off Wesley’s porch and down the path bordered by his lawn. Nolan’s heavier footsteps sounded behind me as he followed me. I reached the curb and then looked to the left and then the right, deciding which way to go. Nolan stopped next to me, his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, as he waited for me to make a choice. My plan was going great until I realized I did not know where anything was in Crescent Lake. I crossed my arms and wrinkled my nose in frustration, and he said, “Where exactly did you want to go, Luna?” “I need a shower,” I muttered, remembering my bloody hair and the sweat and general grossness from the club the night before. “A really long, boiling hot shower,” I continued. “I thought you wanted to walk?” he asked with a chuckle. “I just needed some excuse to get out of his house,” I admitted. He laughed again and nodded, then ushered me towards the left. “Come on, Luna. I’ll take you to the packhouse. Just be careful