“You finally get the chance to show those twits what you’re made of; what ALL Omegas are made of, and instead, my genius daughter decides to break the Alpha’s nose,” says my dad incredulously, waving his arms around. “To be fair, honey, I think breaking his nose did show everyone what she’s made of,” says mum casually, making me snigger. “Do not encourage her, Rose,” scolds dad. It’s been like this for the past fifteen minutes. Me sitting here on the couch while dad paces back and forth ranting about me breaking Alpha Alden’s nose, and not a shred of sympathy for my poor hand. I was injured in the line of duty. Crippled by a handsome man’s unnaturally hard nose, where’s the outrage for me, huh? 'You really going to make that argument? I’d pay to see that,' says Alma in amusement. 'Oh yeah? With what money?' I point out. She gasps, 'Well, excuse me for not having a bank account,' she huffs. 'Are you saying you want one?' 'I mean, if you offered,' she shrugs. 'What would you even

I’m trying to will my body to move, but no matter what, it won’t budge. Or maybe I’m not trying very hard. I feel like I’m being lured in by his greyish-brown eyes and I’m scared of what will happen if I let myself get pulled in. He’s not mine, no matter how much I might want him to be. If I entertain the thought or give into this feeling that’s overwhelming me, this deep urge I have to reach my hands out and touch him, it will only end in heartache, and I can’t let that happen. Thankfully the spell that seemed to be cast around us is broken the moment Gamma Roland announces his presence and orders everyone to line up. For once in my life, I am happy to take an order from an authority figure and as quick as I can, I join everyone in line. I don’t take a second glance at Alden; I don’t dare look in his direction. My heart is pounding against my ribcage, and I can only hope those around me assume it’s from nerves, I’d much rather that than have them know the truth behind its frantic bea

To say it’s been a long day would be an understatement. First, there was everything that happened this morning, then I was on the phone with the bank for hours trying to deal with some screw-up with the company account. We just started expanding our real estate company and I guess some paperwork got screwed up and now I have to fix it. Then after that, I had a link from the principal of our pack’s high school informing me one of the seniors pulled a stupid prank with some chemicals from the science lab that resulted in a giant crater on the football field. It’s just been one stressful thing after another, and now I have a stress headache and a grumbling stomach.This is why an Alpha needs a Luna. So many Alphas just think it’s about producing an heir or in some disgusting cases, rejecting their Goddess-given soulmate in exchange for a power play. That’s not what it is. This is a hard job, and no one can or should do it alone. Your Luna gives you the strength and support you need and b

So perhaps I had ulterior motives for wanting to walk Sorrell home. I wasn’t lying when I said I was worried about her safety. Knowing how close the first eyti was to her home has had me even more on edge about her wellbeing, especially since it seems she attracts danger and trouble like a moth to a flame, but beyond all that, I just wanted to spend some quiet time alone with her. I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t had time to get to know her as much as I would like, so this seems like the perfect opportunity. “Do you and your dad still train privately together?” I ask as we casually walk to her house. Her face is still swollen and bruised from the fight, but I know she’ll be fine in no time. I still hate seeing her like this though, but boy did she give it to Romona. 'Highly satisfying to watch. I may have to replay it in my mind every time Romona pisses us off if she ends up sticking around,' Atlas says, rolling his eyes. 'If she doesn’t straighten up I’ll be forced to banish her

'What the fuck?!' Atlas shouts. I’m utterly stunned and frozen stiff. She ran. She fucking ran! Sorrell has run away from me in the past, but this hits different. She’s my animai, just like I knew she was. It took all morning for me to summon the courage to come down to training. I was terrified I’d get here and find out I was wrong, but as soon as I got to the training field her scent hit me like a freight train, and in the best way possible. Atlas was prancing with delight, and I couldn’t get to her fast enough. I’ve never been so happy in my life, and I thought she’d be happy too. She wouldn’t have to worry about this fear of not being mine because she is mine, she was made for me as I was made for her. But instead of being happy, she hightailed it out of here and ran so fast she almost left a smoke trail. I can hear the whispers around me. Everyone here just witnessed their Alpha find his Luna and her response was to flee, she may as well have fucking rejected me. Having your soul