89-SAM

Samson’s POV

When Dad, Ike and I show up at Virginia’s door, her mate answers.

“I’ll fight before I let you execute her,” he said.

“Pipe down pip squeak, my baby is merciful,” I say, pushing him out of our way. “Where is the accused?”

“I’m here,” there was a time I thought her voice was music, her body heaven, now her voice is nails on a chalkboard and her body is passable but does nothing for me.

“You hit my mate, with a frying pan?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she looks at the ground.

“You attacked your pregnant future Luna?” Isaac asks.

“I didn’t know she is pregnant,” she looked very scared, good.

“You are no longer the highest-ranking female among your generation, do you understand?” Dad asks.

“Yes Alpha.”

“Luna Rebecca decided not to kill you or banish you,” I say, reading relief on her and her mate's faces. “Not to say I won’t kill you anyway. You got nothing but, respect when you found your mate. My brother and I even keep secrets for you. Why did you come looking for a fig