Confronted

"Did you really give Asheron the jacket I gifted your ungrateful ass?" I text Justin one-handed, still holding Georgie's body. "And why didn't you tell me he was still alive, by the way? Seems like something one should mention.”

"I also want to apologize for my mother's behavior," Asheron continues, standing up again and drawing my attention away from my phone. His voice sounds just as I remember it, slow and secure, as if he's used to having everyone's attention on him, all the time, "I can't even imagine the hell she went through, thinking I died, so... I beg for some consideration. I already called off the war that should’ve never even began. My pack is retreating as we speak. Alpha Dean was under my mother's instructions to keep going, but I took charge in this matter because, I promise you, I do not want any kind of war, especially not with my mate's pack."

"My mate, you mean," I correct him, making the vibes around the table turn extremely tense and deadly awkward, "She's no lon