Mason. I watched Gwen eat her meal hungrily, and it broke my heart. Knowing that she refused to stop at the diner because of the treatment she was getting from our pack members hurt me deeply. Marcus had the right to be angry about it. Gwen would never experience that kind of treatment in his territory. Did that make me weak? I couldn't say that I did not see it coming from the mean messages and gossip. I knew Gwen was hurting, and I thought it would pass. I knew it got to her, and I thought we were handling it, but Marus was right; Gwen shouldn't have to deal with their shit. It was my problem to fix. I wanted her; I went after her, and now that I had her, it was time to make the forest pack accept my choices as their Alpha. If I cannot do it, I will have to hand them over to Marcus to be their Alpha, and I am sure they would not like it because he already had it in for them. The forest pack was the issue here. Gwen always got those messages whenever we visited the forest pack's di

Marcus. Larry thought quite highly of himself, and as much as I hated to be a killjoy, I knew the president would break his heart. If the bastard was in on it, he might distance himself from the matter and use Larry as the fall guy or simply ignore us and carry out his evil plans. I did not see anyway Benjamin would come to Larry's aid. Kindergarten or not, humans weren't that loyal to one another. Look what Ingrid did to the man she loved. Mason, Gwen and I walked away from Larry's cell, with him already written off. The man stood a better chance if he told us everything we needed. We might have spared his life. Might, because even though I was willing to let him live, I doubted Gwen and Mason would, especially Gwen. He was the reason she had silver claws. Many people saw it as a superpower, but it was a massive problem. The meds were there, and the fact that we could not use silver to bind her to the bed during our lovemaking sessions was annoying. I loved tying her to the bed and

Marcus. It was amazing to see how quickly Larry cracked after seeing the press release. It also showed the shallow nature of human friendship. Larry was loyal, and Benjamin wasn't. Larry's love for Mia also was troubling especially knowing how they viewed our kind and what they intended to use us for. It is heartbreaking. "Why should we trust you?" I asked Larry, but his crimson eyes had said it all. He was hurt, broken and felt betrayed. "This was not my plan," He said, "Benjamin had made some bad decisions that had affected our currency and economic stability. Many bad decisions that they would ask for his head if the people knew. Of course, Barnes wasn't in the know, and we kept it that way. Eventually, it was going to be exposed." He said, and I got curious. I wasn't patient with vague explanations. I prefered details, so I interrupted him. "Can you be specific about his mistakes?" I asked him, looking bored, and he nodded. He looked at the television long and hard. I was sure

Gwen. It was amazing how simple the solution was. We had overthought many things, and that had somehow blown the issue out of proportion. If Barnes was right and could be trusted, it simply meant that everything would be alright. I intended to discuss retirement with Marcus and Mason. I know how much they liked running things, but we needed to focus on our family. I was tired of putting myself in harm's way for the sake of ingrates. We had lives too, and our lives were important. Our children needed us. As much as I would love to remain in charge, I just wanted to run my home and start a floral business. I had enough of the war. I wanted love and peace. After our discussion with Barnes, Marcus decided we should go to our second home, it had been a while, but that place held memories. Memories of my cripple days. It was there that I began to look within and appreciate what I really had. Being Luna did not matter anymore to me in that house. My children were with me, and I had concei

Marcus. We got ready for the meeting with Barnes. As much as Gwen wanted to come with us, I did not allow it. She needed to rest. It was tough convincing her to remain, but she eventually agreed. Michael came around to keep her company, so It was easier for us. I had placed Michael as Beta, and everyone had reverted to their old ranks. Scott was the most pleased. I could see his relief. I did not know the work I delegated to him was that much until I saw his relief. Gwen and Michael had a lot of catching up to do, and I was hopeful that she would not even notice our absence. Michael refused to get back together with Ingrid, and I wanted to talk to him about it. I knew he was still mad at her but judging the situation, I believed it was best he forgave for the sake of his peace. Our children would be out of the bunker by the time we returned, and I was eager to see them hold them and play with them. It had been tough being without them. I was glad that everything seemed to be over.