Lunch was actually great after that little debacle. Mum was her usual charming self and she and Marcus were quickly getting along. I can see dad already viewing Marcus as the son he never had. I don’t say that bitterly, I know my father has never for a moment wished he had a son, he loves me unconditionally. Marcus talked about his pack, his family and even his first shift. It was one of the best lunches I’ve ever had. I can only hope it goes smoothly when he meets my grandparents, or when I meet his parents. I fear his mother and I are going to clash like oil and water. After lunch, we make our way downstairs hand in hand and as cliché, as it sounds, I feel like I’m walking on air. “That went a lot better than I expected it to,” Marcus says. “If that was considered better I hate to think what you actually expected.” “More punches, that’s for sure. Your dad seemed to like me,” he beams proudly. “Dad definitely likes you,” I smile. “He liked the way you stood up for me and us, he

I am greeted by Caleb as I enter the cells. He nods solemnly as I sign the logbook. As usual, news travels fast. “Gamma Tyson has the prisoner in interrogation room one,” he tells me. I nod and make my way down the hall until I get to the hallway that houses the interrogation rooms. I see Tatiana standing guard outside room one on the right-hand side. She gives me a quick nod and opens the door for me. I nod and step inside. It’s a small white square room with a reinforced titanium table in the middle that is bolted to the floor with a chair on either side facing each other, which are also bolted to the floor. There’s a two-way mirror that runs the length of the wall on the right-hand side. On the other side of the mirror is the observation room, but we won’t be needing that today. The only source of light in this room is a single lightbulb in the ceiling, which isn’t overly bright, but the white walls make it seem brighter. But with wolf eyesight, it could be pitch black and we’d se

“What happened?” Asks Elias quickly, I can hear the panic in his voice. “She’s bleeding!” Her mother gasps rushing over to try and take her out of my arms. I tighten my grip and can’t and don’t bother to stop the growl that erupts from me. No one and I mean fucking no one, is taking her out of my arms. Her mother steps back in surprise, but she’s not afraid, which isn’t shocking. “It’s not her blood,” I state firmly. “She was interrogating your Beta’s son,” I say looking at Elias. “I guess she got the answers she needed because when I went in she was beating him half to death. But after the state your dead warrior was left in, I can’t say the little fucker didn’t have it coming,” I deadpan, defending my animai – just in case they disapprove of her actions. I won’t say they didn’t shock the fucking shit out of me, but I don’t disapprove. As Alpha, these are the kind of things that fall on your shoulders. She hasn’t done anything wrong, at least not by supernatural standards. Humans m

It felt nice to just let it all out knowing Marcus was there to comfort me. I didn’t realise how much I’d needed that in my life; how much I’d needed him. Marcus is kind, loving, patient, and protective and he loves me. Experiencing him like this makes it hard to believe he was ever the man who tried to put me down for being an Alpha, but I’ll just blame his mum for that. After I got out my tears we got dressed and I filled my parents and grandparents in on everything I learned from Ryker. I’m glad Marcus came in and stopped me before I killed the little turd. I don’t want him dead; I want him to suffer for everything he’s done. He fucked with the wrong Alpha and soon his uncle is going to learn that too. He wants me, he can fucking come and get me. I went to check on Kylie who was in one of the guest rooms, and the sight of her broke my heart. She was pale, her eyes looked sunken, and she was wailing hysterically. No words of comfort or touch of affection could console her, and I di

I would love nothing more than to sit and catch up with these women – I can’t tell you how good it is to see them again – but they are here for a reason and after yesterday’s events, I can’t afford to get side-tracked.I lead everyone through the packhouse, down a hall to the right and through a set of double tan wood doors. We step through into the conference room, which is a large room with grey carpeting, a large, circular reinforced mahogany table, with top of the line black ergonomic chairs. The walls are lined with deep caramel wood panelling with various art pieces on the walls and a large screen at the far end of the room for sharing media files.We file in and I take my seat at the far end of the table facing the direction of the door while Chris closes and locks the doors. Marcus takes a seat on my right with Vitali sitting to his right, followed by Tyson and Chris, while Yildiz and Nuray sit to my left. I already have a folder in front of my seat waiting for me.“Fifty buck