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(Jenna POV)Danny looked up.“I have continued in my therapy, Jenna. And one of the things we have worked on lately is me taking accountability for things instead of making excuses.”“Wow.”“I messed up with you in so many ways. And I regret them all.”“Okay.”“I want you to know that I never cheated on you.”“Not physically,” I agreed.“Not physically,” he repeated. “And not emotionally either. My heart was always with you. Never with Beth.”“We’ve been through this, Danny,” I complained, standing up.“We have but we haven’t.”“We have.”“You still blame yourself.”“Of course I still blame myself! If my instincts had been working properly, I would have left you that first week.”“That’s different than what you said before.”“What is?” I asked, confused.“Just a few minutes ago, you said that the problem was that you listened to your instincts and they led you astray. That’s different than what you said just now.”I sighed.“What’s your point?”“My point is that your instincts d

(Nick POV)“Connor.”I looked up, only to see my uncle entering my office. No knock; no invitation. Just straight on it, as though he owned the place.To be fair, he used to. But not now.“What do you want?” I growled.It had been six weeks since Jenna left for Jamaica. She was back in the states now, but at her father’s pack.“You look like sh&t,” he said casually, as he sat down in one of the chairs across from me.“What’s your point?” I demanded.My fuse was short. Very short. “I’ve been getting reports from your staff. You’ve been a nightmare around here lately.”“And?”“And it cannot continue.”I growled.I was the Alpha King. Not him.I was not in the mood for a lecture.“Say what you came to say.”“We have several candidates to replace Danny Nichols as Beta of Blue River.”I forced myself to keep a straight face when I heard Danny's name. I had tried for a long time to like the a&&hole, in part because I could see that he wasn’t a bad guy through and through. However,

(Jenna POV)After another quick hug, Jeanie left the office so that my father and I could talk.For at least 30 seconds, my father and I just stared at one another.I’m not sure what he saw in my expression, but in his I saw a strange mix of pride and admiration. To be honest, it made me slightly uncomfortable.Eventually, I decided that I needed to be blunt and direct with him. I didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings about why I was there.“Alpha Black, I want to be upfront. I know you need an heir, but I have a life, a career, friends, and ---”“I don’t need an heir, Jenna,” he interrupted. “My nephew –Jeanie’s son--- is willing and able to take over as alpha if you don’t want the position.”Okay, what?I furrowed my eyebrows.“But I thought that was why you were looking for me?”“No. I was looking for you because you are my daughter.”“But Nick said that ---”“Nick?”Sh&t. I forgot that most wolves didn’t refer to Nick so informally.“Sorry, the Alpha King,” I correct

(Jenna POV)A few weeks passed.I stayed at Midnight Moon, getting to know my father, the pack, and my other family members.My father brought me with him to pack meetings, showed me the pack’s governing documents, and introduced me to the pack’s lawyers.It was a slow process getting to know everyone, but I felt like I learned a lot about myself too. For example, my father and I had some of the same weird habits and behaviors, including sneezing in a pattern of seven instead of just once.No one that I met was perfect, which was actually a little reassuring. Every flaw I saw felt like confirmation that I wasn’t dreaming or wearing blinders.I continued to talk to Nick once or twice a day. Sometimes about things going on here; sometimes about things going on there; and usually about both. I actually loved it when he bounced issues off of me; it reminded me how much I missed practicing law.“Have you thought about what you want to do next?” he asked me one night.It felt like a loa

(Jenna POV)The movies make it look easy.Have a romantic epiphany. Jump on an airplane. Confess your feelings.Here’s the truth:Even if you are willing to spend the money …which I was… the airline industry isn’t set up for romantic whims. And booked flights are booked flights.There were only four flights flying out of Glacier Park International Airport that day. And I had already missed one of them. The other three were fully booked.I purchased stand-by tickets for all three of the remaining flights and crossed my fingers. Surely, someone would skip the flight, right?Yeah, well. Everyone showed up for the first two. My hopes were now riding on the third flight, which wasn’t slated to leave until 8 o’clock.Somewhere in the middle of me hoping, praying, and waiting, Aunt Jeanie called to let me know that she had someone coming to bring me the things that I’d left behind at the packhouse.“Oh, Aunt Jeanie, that isn’t necessary. That’s such a long drive. I can arrange for