Two Nine
I'm the "stray" Damian brought home.
In everyone's eyes, I have nothing going for me except this face.
Some pack members have even placed bets behind my back on whether I'd starve to death outside the pack the very night I left Damian.
I've never taken any of it to heart.
After all, I used to be the Chair of the Werewolf Council.
Back then, I was so busy I barely had time to breathe, and I slept on my office sofa whenever I got tired.
To me, a life with no work, where I can sleep in and don't have to worry about a thing, is a dream come true.
So what if everyone treats me like arm candy?
Then Damian is betrayed, and the pack is besieged by an alliance.
The allies his father left behind can't be reached, and both of his older brothers are ambushed and captured one after the other.
Even Damian, who's always been able to handle anything, sits at the negotiating table, forced to hand over all of his territory.
The other side tosses the agreement onto the table.
"All your territory. If so much as one blade of grass is missing, none of you are walking out of here today."
He glances at me with a contemptuous smile and points.
"Oh, and her. She stays too. She'll keep me entertained."
I frown.
Are you kidding me? I finally found such a sweet, caring mate and settled into such a comfortable life, and now it's all supposed to end?!
I step forward and give Damian's clenched fist a reassuring pat.
After five years of being treated as arm candy, I take out my phone and call the very last number in my contacts.
"Have the Council place these six packs on trial immediately.
"Also, notify the Alphas of these six packs.
"I want to see them drag themselves here within half an hour to explain everything that happened today."