Regret

Chapter Thirty Two

Lacan had always been a firm believer in the ‘happy wife, happy life’ saying and now was a prime example.

His mate was clearly unhappy so life wasn’t looking so good. Hell, that was an understatement; she was positively fuming.

He had just arrived from a meeting with an outside pack as a representative of the Moonstruck Estate’s Council of Alphas.

He had expected to get home, kiss his beautiful mate, go for a solo run if the pack had already ran, take a relaxing shower and cuddle with Areria.

But all his plans had gone down the toilet.

He had gotten home, sat on their bed and only managed to take off his shoes before Areria had stormed into the house with a shocking tale.

Now, she stood with her arms crossed and hovered over him as she waited to hear what he had to say.

“Welllll? Say something.” She impatiently tapped her foot on the floor.

“What did Jeycob do? Daykan wouldn’t just attack him out of the blue.”

“He said something about his mother or stuff like that.”