*HERON'S POV*-Shouldn’t parents love their children before anyone else? It’s so typical of Mom to defend Dad. She was erroneous in thinking that my rage was directed solely at my father; she was equally to be blamed. “Yeah, because I’m an invalid who is stuck in a wheelchair. Do you think that Varla doesn’t notice that?” I muttered frustratingly, “She’s probably waiting to be my Luna before we see her true colors.” I humped with utter disdain, “You know the famous saying that goes, fake it ‘till you make it.”“Then let her be the first candidate,” Dad flatly said, not liking my argument. “There are other Alpha Females that you can meet but only after you give Varla a fair shot.”What had Alpha Henley done to earn Dad's persistent determination to pair Varla and me together? It's possible that there was more to it. It better not be some old agreement that they made and are chucking us in the middle to honor their antiquated promises. The whole situation made my insides twist and my

*HERON’S POV* Looking at the omega in the sun, her light blonde hair glistened with silver streaks as it swayed with the wind. She had beautiful hair. The type that makes you want to play in it. The windswept golden strands floated delicately in the air, as though an invisible figure was combing through them. “Mikayla, come here,” I beckoned her. Wincing, she gets off her knees and brushes dirt from her slinky jeans. Her strides are slow and graceful though her foxy legs are so short. As she sashayed to the terrace with her head hanging, she missed the fact that I was licking my lips. Feeling particularly ravished in a certain area of my body. Unexpectedly, when she arrives at the table, she takes up a napkin and wipes the corners of my mouth. Dabbing the beads of perspiration on my forehead while lifting my chin. She stared so intently like she was concentrating on such a simple task. Aggressively, I grabbed her hand and yanked her into my lap. Twisted her so that her legs opened

*HERON’S POV* The alliance between us and the CasterMoon Pack has been cemented through my forefathers. Together we have gone through wars with rogues and unlawful wolves for generations. Therefore, I understood why they wanted their two alpha children mated. Father has not disclosed any other reasons to me. To properly assess what was at stake, I browsed through the files that we had on them. Too bad Alpha Henley only had a daughter. I think that she should be given a fair chance to find her mate first. It’s hardly a wise decision to be marked by another male when she does not know which way her heart will swing, especially if the mate pops up. In werewolf society, most wolves find their mates within two years after their wolves mature and manifest. For she-wolves, it’s at age eighteen, but boys were at an earlier age of sixteen. In very peculiar circumstances, there are rare exceptions. Therefore, it was at the ripened age of eighteen that I met disgusting Charlotte. Dad was twent

*MIKAYLA'S POV* Alpha Hudson and I agreed in being against Heron's preposterous announcement. I’m convinced that the young alpha was losing some screws. Maybe I slapped him too hard so that instead of senses going in, I actually knocked some out. Had I known, I would have picked them up from the floor and shoved his senses back into his thick cranium. No, no, no, no. I want to throw the hot pot of lamb at him. Alpha Hudson paced the floor back and forth as his wrath swelled like a balloon, ready to pop. He made a loud, hulk-like exhalation. His right hand clenched in the air. Heron mockingly smirked at me with a dark expression as he tells his father, "You said to choose a Luna, father." He takes note of his father's puffing, "Mikayla is my final choice. It's her or no one." "Instead of choosing a perfectly suitable Alpha Female who is ready to throw herself at your feet, you would rather have a weak pathetic Omega?" Alpha Hudson continued his pacing, calculating his son's obstin

*TYR'S POV* "You fucked that up!" I blasted at Heron after Mikayla ran into her bedroom, slamming her door shut. "Did we?" He asked in annoyance. "You wanted Mikayla and you'll get to have her now." Heron referred to the earlier dispute with our father and the agreement to mark Mikayla in seven days. My tolerance for the situation was running thin. "Yes, but you made her angry with us." I grumbled, "You were to make her want us, not scare her away." Heron wheels into the elevator. Once in his bedroom, he bathed in the tub, getting ready for bed. “We could have marked her tonight if you played your cards right.” I sputtered, pacing in his head. Right now I was in a nasty mood to use my claws on him, if I could. The forced sigh that I released through my pursed lips, produced a helicopter-like sound effect. Humans can be so damn incapable. This was not what we talked about. Mikayla was to be seduced so that we could ravish her body with pleasure. She would be our erotic zone so