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Chapter 41

Jason POV: Keep Your Hands To Yourself I go to the bedroom with Irene, but I manage to keep a safe distance from her.The spell is in her touch. As she begins stripping in front of the mirror, my Alpha senses go into hyper alert. I could just eliminate her right here, right now. That glass of milk I drank must have contained some powerful sobering agent. I had sat there at the dining table, and suddenly my memories just clicked. Everything. From how much I love and cherish Florence, to the sheer foreignness of Irene to my very soul.I also remembered what happened a month ago. A secret meeting I had with Penny. My mother was there, and so was my dad. It had happened in the summerhouse.Looking at her now, nothing about her appeals to me. In fact, it's about as much how I would feel if this was another male wolf, rather than a female one. There's no attraction at all. I toss my dinner jacket into the closet and begin to take off my pants.Irene turns around, completely naked now.

Chapter 42

Jason POV: Ma Cherie At The WindowOn the second floor of the mansion, my childhood room is still there, preserved like a relic of a time before everything fell apart. I go inside and quickly change into a dark black jacket and jeans. I check the watch on my wrist. It's 1:00 a.m.Well, I'm Alpha. I can leave the estate any time I want. The guards will naturally want to follow me, though. I'll have to ask them to hang back the moment I arrive at Florence's place. Hopefully, she won't freak out when I knock on her door in the dead of night.As I step out into the dimly lit hallway, I walk right into Penny.She jumps, startled by my sudden appearance.I frown, unable to help the disdain that suddenly takes over my senses. "What are you doing up here, Penny?"She blinks, a hesitant smile on her lips. "I live here with you, alpha . . . my room is down the corridor."I stare down the hallway. She lives here? How did I not know that? Was that part of the deal?How long has she been living u

Chapter 43

Florence POV: The Real Jason"I want to come up to you," Jason whispers."But it's late," I whisper back over the gentle night breeze."It's never too late when you've already lost so much time, but we're still alive," he grins.I shake my head, resist the urge to bite my lower lip. He's flirting, even in his condition. My Jason. I'm barely holding myself in place at this window, contemplating a situation where I myself leave my room to join him. "You will be the end of me, Alpha Jason.""And you of me," he answers.My heart is expanding with a dizzying rush of happiness. The quiet tapping at the glass a moment ago had felt like the opening line of a dream. But then memory rushed back, and I'm reminded of all the times Jason used to throw pebbles at this window.Now I'm looking down at his silhouette standing in the grass at the back of the house, and a part of me wishes I never wake up from this dream.Except it isn't a dream. It's really him. And he's himself again—clear-eyed, char

Chapter 44

Florence POV: Florence Meets Shaman Quirell. He is already gone before I remember I forgot to share a vital piece of information with him about the rumored coup brewing among the pack warriors."Oh my god," I gasp softly into the quiet room.But even as panic looms, sweet exhaustion takes over me. Sleep begins to tug at my senses. I curl into the sheets and smile at the frivolity of minutes ago. Somehow, Jason will be safe. I feel it in my bones. At least for tonight, he'll be safe. He'll get home safely.I wake slowly to the ambient sound of light traffic down the street, the cheerful song of morning birds, and bright sunlight streaming through the curtains.I reach down between my thighs, and bite my lower lip at the sticky feeling. The sweet musk of Jason's scent is still present in my room. I close my eyes and try to replay everything that transpired in the dark.Half an hour later, I come down to the living room dressed in my work clothes: a flannel shirt, blue jeans, and sturdy

Chapter 45

Florence POV: They're Watching.The old man gets up, brushes at his black trousers, which are caked even darker with years of grime and dirt.The shaman walks slowly. His slow, unsteady gait lets me know just how weak he must be. As I stare at his frail frame, I wonder how he's able to work. I can't even begin to guess how old he is.We walk into the diner down the street, and I guide him to a booth near the back. I take a seat opposite the older man. A friendly waitress comes by, and soon our food arrives. It is a hot and hearty plate of slow-cooked beef stew over thick mashed potatoes and steamed root vegetables for the shaman. It is turkey, avocado, and sprout wrap with a small green salad for me.My heart is burning with endless questions. I'm sitting there, trying to figure out the best way to proceed, when the old man pauses. He sets his fork down, and looks at me."You have questions," he says, his voice raspy.I nod. "What's in the milk you gave to Bessie?" I ask."It's not th

Chapter 46

Florence POV: Guests Are Coming My mind is still on fire with everything shaman Quirrel told me. So when I don't see him sitting in the bucket of the backhoe upon my return, I immediately begin searching for him among the workers.The noise on the site is deafening. A drill worker is boring into a stubborn rock bed somewhere in the quadrant where the left wing of the admin building will be.I tap the shoulder of a man carrying a box of tools. "Sir, have you seen the shaman?"The man stops, wipes sweat from his forehead, and gives me a blank stare. "Shaman? Are you serious, Ms. Patton?""Yes, I'm serious," I explain, gesturing in the direction of the truck. "An old man. He was sitting right there in that backhoe."The man turns, and squints at the machinery baking in the sun. "Gramps? They took him away a minute or two ago."My heart skips a beat. "Took him away? Who took him away?""Beta Lucio," the man says casually. "Some ten minutes ago."I look around the bustling site, feeling c

Chapter 47

Florence POV: Prefect Isobel Glover The guests arrive shortly after. My mind is wandering when they enter, drifting back to the diner and Quirrel's ominous warning. Outside, through the windows, I can see dusk slowly approaching. By now, the workers at the site would have gone home.Foreman Claus will take care of things.There are four guests in total: three men and a woman.Bessie and Alpha Trevor seem familiar with the visitors, as do Irene and Jason. My dad is the only exception, sitting beside Penny and glancing at the strangers appreciatively.Penny stands up and claps her hands together softly. "I say a warm welcome to our guests. Thank you for coming tonight. Meet John, my husband."The guests murmur their thanks, exchanging polite smiles with my dad. He smiles back like a proud groom."Everyone else apart from John, my husband, and my stepdaughter, Florence, knows our guests," Penny continues, her painted face twisting into a gruesome grin. "So permit me to introduce them."

Chapter 48

Florence POV: Watch Your BackLucio comes in and says, "Come on, time to leave.""Where's my dad?" I ask, standing my ground. "I need to see my dad.""Florence, if you continue this way, you'll never be allowed in this house again," he says, a warning in his tone. "I warned you to let this go.""Please, let me just see my dad," I plead, taking a step toward him. "He may be in danger too, Lucio. Penny is poison. She just threatened me—""Because you won't stay in your place!" Lucio snaps, his eyes flashing with sudden frustration. "You're making it hard for everyone all around; Jason, Irene, everyone."I frown, my brow furrowing. "Irene? How am I making it difficult for Irene? She stole from me! She took my life away!""And what about her?" Lucio asks quietly.I frown even more, thoroughly confused now. "What are you talking about? What about her? Everyone gets what they want, Lucio. She gets Jason. My Jason. And you talk as though she is a victim in all of this?"Lucio glances nervous

Chapter 49

Florence POV: She Files A Petition Against The PackIt is morning. I am sitting at the small dining table in the kitchen, holding a plain white envelope in my hands. My eyes sting from a lack of adequate sleep, and my heart is weeping, agonizing over what torture Jason must be going through to stay under Penny's spell.Todd walks by, wearing his work clothes and carrying a rucksack. I look up from the table. "Where are you going?""The mill," he says.He seldom goes to the mill. Like Irene, our stepsister, he doesn't like the farm or working there. Yet here he is, fully dressed in his work gear."What's in the rucksack?" I ask, my brow pulling together.He looks down at the bag, sighs, and says, "It's for Irene."I feel a nerve jump in my hand, but I quickly still it. I swallow the feeling of irritation. Somehow, the rivalry between Irene and me completely eludes Todd."I need you to do something for me, Todd," I say, leaning forward. "You will deliver a letter to someone in the Alpha

Chapter 50

Jason POV: Out Of The Depths Again I frown, my brow pulling tight. "I said that?"Lucio nods. "Yeah, you did. According to Irene.""She told you that?" I ask my Beta, incredulous. "That I was confused about why the Pack Prefect was here? I don't remember, man. What's that?"Lucio looks down at his hand. He's holding a small flask. "From your mother."I take the flask from him and unscrew the cap, peeking inside. I frown at the white liquid. "Milk?""She told me you'd need it," Lucio says softly.I chuckle, shaking my head. "She made me drink some earlier this morning, too. You know my mom."Lucio manages a faint smile. "Yeah.""Tasted weird, though," I say, taking a quick sip. "But I like it."I drink the milk down, the cold liquid coat my throat and leaves a good feeling. I look at Lucio, and out of nowhere, a sudden conviction takes hold of me. "I'm not selling any businesses. I'm not," I whisper. Lucio's face contracts in panic. "Hey, Alpha . . . you gave your word. Just a few m

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