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I told her, entering the kitchen and grabbing a banana and an apple from the large fruit basket. “I can go with you, it’s not like the chef wants me around anyway,” she shrugged. “Sure,” I nodded and as we headed to the training grounds she told me more about Grant’s Dad and how horrible he was to this pack, especially to the Omegas. “Our late Luna, Luna Lynette, was a kind woman and I know she cared about us. However, she was afraid of her mate and had too gentle of a nature, never allowing herself to go against his orders and desires,” Jojo sighed deeply.

I heard Joan say. "What!!" Both I and Liam said at the same time. "I hate bullies!!" She replied downing her juice "but luckily for her, the guy came at the right time. If not, I'd have rip her head off!!" She concluded her eyes spitting fire. This is the first time I will see Joan this way. As the female beta, she's one of the strongest in our pack especially since she's already mated and she rarely speaks up but seeing her all defensive now makes me surprised.

She, as Gigi's mom, had not aged a day. Joan was a very good-looking woman on her late fifties with long black hair, a soft smile and the purest eyes Gigi had ever seen. Joan had always been like a second mother to Gigi. She was way less structured than Sarah and really open minded. She used to feel so comfortable around her. In fact, Joan was the first adult that knew about Gigi's sexuality, she was the first person, after Liz, who knew that Gigi was bisexual. Gigi knew that no matter what happened, Joan was going to be there with cookies and the words she needed to hear.

one of the members asked her. Joan sniffled “Exactly what I said. The Alpha raped me” Gasps again! Everyone had shocked expressions on their faces. I looked at Joan in disbelief. I couldn’t believe she would go this far to try to damage Ferris’ name. But why? Ferris never did anything wrong to her.

I was furious at her for leaving me out there, seeing that she had been the one to insist I come here to this club. Here, where I could meet the very person that could ruin my night. I turned to glare at Joan, my anger evident on my face. However, Joan didn’t seem to notice it, nor me. Her full attention was on Lucas. I could see she was already swooning all over him. “Hi, my name is Jo.” She said, stretching her hands and smiling like a complete idiot. “Your name is Joan.” I pitched in. She turned briefly to me, saying in a rush: “Yes, Joan, but my friends can call me Jo.”

Some might say that her creativity verges on sadism, but I say all the better. “Remember that little incident the other night?” Joan asked with a smile. That smile, let me tell you, can take your breath away. But my girl is breathtaking in general. I’m a sucker for dark hair, and Joan’s is long, straight and midnight black. She’s been told multiple times that she could easily be a model, what with her high cheekbones and tall, leggy build. No woman turns me on more. At the moment, though, I was nervously thinking about the “little incident” she’d brought up.

"Bonjour. I am Christopher Prinfois. This is my sister, Jasmine. We are cousins of the Vogues family. We've come to ask you a favor." The other man removed his helmet as Christopher spoke. Shocked, I realized it wasn't a man but a woman, with bright red hair that tumbled down her back and eyes green as fresh cut grass shone intelligently. Joanna. "A favor. What kind of favor?" she asked. It was as though someone struck a match and lit the young woman on fire. She wasn't much older than I, but where I was lacking, she was all confidence and determination. I was excited to talk to her.

I looked confused. "Ms. Cesborn." The beautiful jet black haired woman greeted Joan. "Cut her hair a little bit and curl it loosely. Don't give her the nails.. give her a sexy look makeup." Joan said to her. "Ms. Cesborn, I think Kevin will be suspicious about this. He knows that I'm not a kind of person who will do this." I said and Joan chuckled. "Scarlette honey.. Boys never think that.. everytime they see a beautiful girl.. they won't remember anything.."

“Joan is the pack cartographer; she is very strong and fights well, she’s the second in command after the chief." "That's…new,” I responded. That explained why everyone was so happy she was saved. Joan leaned further till she was closer to my ear. “Don’t tell anyone, but I think they are dating.”

She could have gone without sex for over ten years, and she could have waited nine months for this. Joan must have a headache up and down her spine. "I'm sure you can be patient." That was all I could say. "Right. I can. But enduring it every day with Marisa's body teasing me so much is excruciating," Joan said with a sad face. "Do you think it's appropriate for you to tell me about your sexual relationship with Marisa? I'm your future daughter-in-law, Joan." I criticized Joan for how open she was about her bed secrets. I can't tell anyone anything about Daphne, including my own close friends. I won't tell everyone that Daphne's movements are very fluid, and she is always riding very naughty