Serenity POV He pushed me into the pack house wall outside the back door and closed me in. The Alpha genes in me bristled slightly at his actions. Unfortunately, my wolf was currently belly up and panting like a horn dog. I look up into his beautiful blue eyes and try to hold myself steady. “You are changing the game here Se and you haven't told us the rules.” he says in a deep voice that makes me feel a little weak. “What are you talking about Myles?” I ask him confusedly. “You put me in the seat next to you as if I am your equal in there. What was that?” he asks me, scrutinising my face. I must genuinely look as confused as I feel as he continues. “Our pack never has lower ranked wolves at the conference table unless they are being interviewed. What happened in there?” he asks me. “You are my equal Le. In there any everywhere. I couldn’t be an Alpha without you. Without your support and guidance. Sitting in that room with a bunch of Alpha’s won't change that.” I tell him and

Sequoia POV After that daft Alpha left the office, I went back in. I need to keep distance between us. I had become an expert at crafting space between us. I start filing all the paperwork that had been placed on the desk. I needed to organise something to get my mind straight. Maybe I should leave the pack for a while... visit my sister at the Nighthaven Pack. Alpha Henry is here already so it would be easy to ask permission for an extended visit. I can't reopen the hope and longing. My wolf and I can't take it. ‘He might realise once this is done Quoi.’ My wolf Seraphina says with a whimper. ‘He won't. There is nothing to realise. I can't live in that space anymore Phia. I just can't. He doesn’t even say my actual name for Goddess sakes. I mean nothing to him. Never have. Never will. With all this going on, its opening too many wounds. Let's just get some space for a little.’ I beg her. I am too old for this drama. Everyone knows me as Flora the housekeeper. My father transfer

Myles POV Se left us on the back porch, and I knew she needed us to sort through whatever the hell is going on in Cams head. She has my hand a squeeze and I knew she wasn’t mad at me, just the situation. She isn't an idiot. She knows every time I touch her, he growls at us. It was grating on her last nerve, and I wanted her calm. I needed her calm and happy. If talking to this buffoon would accomplish that, then I would do it for her. I would do just about anything for her. I watch her put Cam in his place as her aura flew out of her. I could feel it tickling at my senses but didn’t feel the need to submit to her. Weird. ‘Midnight? Why isn't her aura affecting us?’ I ask him and he just smiles a little. ‘Don't think too much on it human. Just keep working your ass off to make things right with her.’ he says and retreats to the back of my mind. After Cam submits, I watch her walk away, completely mesmerised by the sway of her perfect ass. Now we stand in complete silence, staring a

Sequoia POV I stayed in the kitchen once Sese left. I needed to distance myself from Sam’s space. Knowing he is starting to actually see me as a person was reigniting my and my wolf’s hope that he could be my mate. This constant pull to him for over eighteen years had never diminished, and the pain I felt almost every night was now none-existent. I couldn’t cope with my wolf feeling the loss of something that never belonged to us in the first place. I needed to just, go, see the ladies, and if it wasn’t an option for me here, I would go to Nighthaven and adopt a pup from there. Hope would help me. Sometimes they don’t look favourably on un-mated women adopting, but at my age, they wouldn’t have any worries. The major fear is that a female will find her mate, and they will want to give the pup up in favour of baring her own children. That wouldn’t happen for me, no matter how much I wanted children. Honestly, even if I found a mate, this pup would still be my child. If I go to Nightha

Serenity’s POV I hate it down here and so does Star. She has been grumbling on about the smell since my dad opened the door. We follow him down the dark, damp corridor to a small room. He holds his finger up to his lips, and I step into the room. It is pitch black, aside from the light coming through a window connected to the room next door. ‘One way glass?’ I ask my dad, as I had never been down here before. We have a prison now which looks like a five-star hotel in comparison to this. There is dust everywhere and the smell of urine, blood and iron is heavy in the air. ‘Yeah. She can't see you and won't know you are here.’ My dad links back and I nod, and watch as Henry rearranges his papers sitting in his chair with his back to us. He rolls his shoulders, clearly tense and stiff after a long day. The small room is pure concrete, and you can see the stains of age, blood and damp. The metal, rectangular table is bolted to the floor. Sheryl and Henry sit in two of the three metal