(Lily POV) James laughed as he responded to a text on his phone. He then put the phone down and climbed into bed next to me. We were currently staying in a hotel about 25 minutes from West Mountain Pack. The hotel would act as our base of operations until we executed our final plans. “Was that
I went over to his house after I got off work. I knocked on the door, but no one answered. But I heard screaming from inside. To make a long story short, Joey’s dad was wasted drunk and angry. I guess Joey’s parents were heavily in debt and they were afraid that they were going to lose their hou
(James POV) It was finally show time. Again. Was I nervous? I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t… especially after what happened last time. However, things were different than before. The last time that we were on the cusp of taking over the pack, I knew that I loved Lily, but I did not kn
(Alpha Randall POV) At 6:25 p.m., I kissed my wife and headed down to my office to meet our disappointment of a son. I did not know why I agreed to meet with him, much less why I was making an effort to be on time. Timeliness was important to me, but it was not important to James. I knew I woul
“Did you hit your head while you were away, Son? I am the alpha of this pack until I say otherwise.” “No, you are not. You are not fit to be alpha. You have not been for 26 years, when you relinquished control to Margie. Too many pack members and wolves have been hurt because of your selfishnes
(Stephanie POV) I am soooooooo excited. Today is the day that I will finally be reunited with James, experience the mate bond, and be officially introduced to the pack as their future luna. My nails and toes are perfectly polished; my hair has been trimmed, highlighted, and styled; and I have been waxed to ensure that I have exactly zero body hair below my neck. I am also wearing one of the two beautiful dresses that I purchased for today. We told everyone else that they should dress business-formal, but I opted for pink sequins for both of my dresses. I am the star of the party, and the star of James’ heart, and I want to make sure that I stand out. Yes, pink is a little juvenile and a bit overdone, but it is my favorite color and one that I know will help remind James of our wonderful past together. Speaking of James, I am annoyed that I have not seen him yet. I was really hoping that we could have some private time together before the party. A fresh mating mark would have been
**** I ended up having phone sex with Antonio. It was exactly what I needed after those text messages with James. But now it is time to head down to the party. Sheila and my mother were already there; I sent them down without me so that I could focus on Antonio for a few minutes. I walk into the ballroom and am immediately impressed by how beautiful everything looks. Pictures of me, and me and James, are artfully displayed on the walls and on every table. The place is dripping in crystals and flowers and elegance. The omegas and my mother truly outdid themselves. I had expected to have people flocking to me as soon as I walked in, but to my surprise, only a few people do. Thankfully, the few who do call me "Luna Stephanie," which makes me feel good. I look around for my mother, Sheila, or James, but with so many decorations and so many wolves here, it is hard to spot them. As I am scanning the room, my eyes land on what appears to be a crowd of people surrounding someon
(Stephanie POV) As James continues to approach, my heart beats faster and faster in my chest. James is wearing a dark gray suit with a black button-up shirt and a black and silver tie. Antonio taught me a lot about suits over the past few years, and James’ suit is obviously custom and expensive. He exudes power and authority. Just as importantly, James looks incredibly hot in it. I mean, James was always good-looking, but this older version of James is just… wow. Greek gods have nothing on this version of James. Had I known that James would grow into this, I never would have left. Hell, at this point, I don’t even want a threesome anymore. If James can f&&k as well as it looks like he can, I will not need anyone else. Suddenly I feel like forgiving Sheila for sleeping with him; if Sheila’s mate looked like this, I would not have been able to resist him either. As James gets closer, I am surprised that I do not smell anything unusual, but I tell myself that it is probably just bec