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“I’m your father’s sister, but you can be either one or both, and that’s why you’re in danger and that’s why we’re here in James’ pack because you’re safe. “Someone wants me dead? Werewolves?” “No, not them.” Her voice was no longer the same. “You’re eighteen now and you can find your mate or ...” “My what ?!“, I snapped. “Your soulmate Jenn,” she smiled. “You probably wouldn’t be so stiff when it comes to ...” “Alexa, that would be enough! ” His strong voice cut her off. “Everybody out, I want to talk to Jenna in private!” Nana just laughed and headed upstairs saying that she would find me some books on magic dear, “she shouted up the stairs.

Renna's POV Life went on for me as usual, I continued to work the shifts on the pack house and the day after the winter solstice had been a very hectic one for us maids. I missed Kieran, but he'd gone on pack duties with his father to some neighbouring town and I felt utterly alone. Mother's words continued to echo inside my head even after I had awoken and it ate deep into me. Leia had been proclaimed the alpha while I on the other hand, got more shifts to fill in for.

Everyone in the room froze, including Jenna. Jake froze for a moment, then quickly snapped back to his senses and pushed the young lady away. "Peyton, I'm fine. Let go of me." Then he anxiously explained to Jenna, "Jen, please don't misunderstand. Peyton is just a classmate. There's nothing going on between us." However, that explanation only made things sound more suspicious. Jenna's expression darkened. She had caught something off about what the young lady—whom we later learned to be Peyton Read—had said.

Jenna walked over to her desk, her grin wider than ever. “You’re hopeless,” Jenna said, laughing as they packed up their things. “Don’t start,” Elies warned, though her voice lacked conviction. “You like him,” Jenna said, nudging her playfully. “I do not!” Elies said, her voice a little too loud. “Sure, sure,” Jenna said, clearly unconvinced. Elies sighed, slinging her bag over her shoulder. It was going to be a long day. *To be continued…*

Alpha Jackson concludes. I breathe a sigh of relief; we are finally talking about some different options. Beta Reid and Gamma John look a little more comfortable as well. Beta Gregory has a blank look on his face, and I realize that he and Alpha Jackson are mind-linking. That they are talking confidentially causes me a moment to pause and distrust. I see Kate looking between them as well and can see a look go over her face that would indicate she is thinking the same thing; however, she quickly covers up her look. Alpha Jackson POV

"Your secret's safe with me. Besides, let's be honest—our future alpha, you ex, is a talented asshole, but still an asshole." A surprised laugh burst out of me. "You know what? You're entertaining. We can be friends." "Well, I don't know," he said, flashing a perfect smile. "If I manage to stay alive. Because Alpha Jaxon looks like he could kill me." I followed his gaze. Jaxon stood beside Jane at the bar—but he wasn't looking at her. Not even once. Jane was drinking, swaying to the music, oblivious.

I asked before smiling sweetly her way. “I…will go fetch you breakfast, My Lady,” Jenna replied before bowing respectfully. I watched as she quickly left the dining room before a small chuckle left my lips. I doubted that anyone could help me crack this one. When Jenna returned with my meal, my mind was already too busy plotting out some plans to deal with Bradon. Now all I have to do is wait until he returns home tonight… … **That evening** “It’s raining…” I muttered to myself as I stared out at the streams of rain that poured down from the darkened sky.

The paper felt heavier than it should have. Jenna sat on the edge of her bed, the black envelope trembling slightly between her fingers. She had waited until Maren went to shower before pulling it out of her bag. Her wolf, Lexa, paced inside her head, restless. “Read it already,” Lexa urged. Jenna unfolded the small sheet of parchment. Only few words stared back at her, scrawled in an ugly, almost rushed hand: “Just die. You do not deserve happiness.”

Jenna started to be a little nonsense. The man irritably took out his passport and gave it to Jenna. Adam Lynch 30 years Vancouver, Canada She cleared her throat slightly, then took a picture of Adam's passport. After that, she returned it. "Okay Adam, I'll officially introduce myself. My name is Jenna Johnson. Just call me Jenna. From now on until checkout, you have to follow my rules, okay?" Jenna said with a sweet smile, she was already imagining that she would be paid 50 times from the rent bill of her room!

I admitted with a chuckle. “Schoolwork never seems to end.” Jenna laughed softly, the sound like a melody inside the silent library. She took the mug from me and I couldn’t help but feel the soft zing of electricity shooting through my hand the second our fingers touched. God, help me, ever since the true Jenna Anderson had shown her face, I had been trying to talk my dick down from the constant salute it was standing in for her. And fuck me, now she was even biting down her bottom lip once she took the mug and retreated her hand from mine.