Thomas's POV All of the elders get up from the table to leave the impromptu meeting that I called at 3:00 AM. All but Elder West and my Beta, Dylan, shake my hand and congratulate me as they exit. "That went well," Dylan says with a smirk on his face. Suddenly, he is full of energy. "Shut up," I mumble under my breath. "What are you going to do?" Dylan asks before I have a chance to leave the room. "What am I going to do about what?" I groan back at him. Dylan leans back in his chair and places his hands behind his head. "I don't know if you were a part of the same conversation that I overheard in the car but Mia made it very clear she won't be sleeping with you. How are you going to produce an heir?" I pinch the bridge of my nose and groan. "I am not planning on producing an heir," I remind him. "Then what is this ruse all about?" Dylan asks curiously. "If you aren't trying to produce an heir, what is the point of bringing Mia here at all?" "To get the elde
Mia's POV A rush of excitement pulsates through my body when Thomas says yes to playing twenty questions with me. I thought for sure that he would tell me no in that rough angry voice that he uses when he is irritated. But instead, he looked at me with a softened gaze and agreed. I know that he is exhausted because he keeps yawning loudly. But I don't let that stop me from firing off my first question. "What is your favorite color?" I ask as I pull my legs close to my chest and wrap my arms around my legs. Thomas covers his yawn with his hand and cocks his eyebrow at me. "You want to know what my favorite color is?" I nod my head up and down with a goofy grin plastered on my face. Thomas runs his hands through his dirty blonde hair and chuckles. "What is so funny?" I pout as I tuck my legs under my body. "I am not laughing at you," Thomas quickly stops chuckling. "It is just that I am mostly colorblind, I can only see certain colors." I cock my head to the side and t
Mia's POV The light shines on my face and the room feels unbearably hot. My eyes flutter open and stretch my arms wide to my sides. My fist hits something hard and my head jerks to the side. I see Thomas sitting on the bed beside me with a serious look on his face. "Were you watching me while I sleep, again?" I mutter as I prop myself up in the bed. "I came in to talk to you and you were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you," Thomas's voice is kind but the serious look on his face doesn't change. Curling myself up into a ball I prepare myself for the rejection that I am almost certain is coming. "What did you want to say?" Thomas takes a deep breath and reaches out to touch me but I flinch away from his touch. With a dejected look on his face, Thomas pulls his hand away and sits it on his lap. "I think you were right about the room situation," Thomas begins. I cock my head to the side and stare at him with a confused look on my face. "I don't think I underst
Thomas's POV Slamming my glass down on the bar, I gesture for the bartender to bring me another glass of whiskey. It takes a lot of alcohol for a werewolf to get drunk but I am definitely well on my way. The bartender brings me another glass of whiskey and I down the glass all in one shot. "Alpha, if I may," the bartender, Ben, leans in close. "It isn't healthy to try and drown your sorrows in alcohol." "Mind your business," I growl at Ben and he raises his hands in defeat. "Get me another drink." "Do you want to talk about it?" Ben asks me with a concerned look on his face. "No," I lie. The truth is that I do need to talk about it, I need to vent to someone about the mess that is my life. When I decided to bring Mia into my life as a contracted mate, I never thought that I would develop feelings for her. No, I don't have feelings for her. I am just attracted to her and I am only attracted to her because of the slight resemblance she bears to my late mate. My sweet
Mia's POV Curled up in bed, I flip through the channels on the TV. Back at the Moonshadow Pack I never had the time to watch TV. I was always cleaning the floors or the rooms of the pack house. Thomas has more channels and streaming services than any one person needs. But I feel like with this many channels and services there should be something to take my mind off of earlier today but there is nothing I want to watch. There is nothing interesting to take my mind off the humiliation that I suffered. I settle on a romance movie. It is finally getting to the part where the two lovers realize that they have been in love this whole time when a loud banging interrupts my movie. Getting up from the bed, I walk over to the door and flip the lock. As soon as I unlock the bedroom door, it swings open and Dylan falls into the room with Thomas wrapped around his shoulders. I jump back before they have the opportunity to knock me over. "What is going on?" I say as I watch Dylan try to un
Mia's POV With his hand wrapped firmly around my wrist and the plea for me to stay on his lips, it makes it hard to turn him down. I step into the shower with Thomas's t-shirt still on. The water immediately begins to soak through the white fibers of the shirt and I am instantly aware that it is becoming see-through. Shoving my embarrassment to the back of my mind, I grab the single loofa that is hanging on the shower wall and begin to lather it up with body wash. "Spin around," I command him and he pushes his lip out in a seductive pout as he turns around. Bracing himself up against the wall of the shower with his hands, I stifle a giggle. He looks like he is about to be frisked. I run the loofa over his muscular back, down his sides, and over the middle of his back, stopping just above his tight buttocks. Thomas groans in satisfaction as I continue to scrub his back. Once I am finished with his back he spins back around and I can see that his cock is now fully hard. S
Mia's POV "It is customary for there to be a Luna ceremony when a new Luna comes into the pack," Thomas says as he chases me into the closet. I rummage through the clothes that I hastily picked up at the local mall. "I don't want a Luna ceremony," I whine as I slip a black dress over my head. "It is tradition," Thomas crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the doorway blocking my only exit. Peeking around Thomas, I make sure that there is no one standing behind him. "I will only be here for a year," I say in a hushed voice. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Thomas lets out a frustrated groan. "The elders don't know that," he hisses back at me. "Remember you promised to put on a good show." "And I have been putting on a good show," I stomp my foot in protest. "I have been the perfect Luna. I have been planning events and going to meetings. I have only been here for a month and I am already the head of several committees. I hang on to your every word when we a
Cora's POV "Daddy," I whine. "It has been a month. You said that he would be sick of her by now." Crossing my arms over my chest, I push my bottom lip out in a full pout that I know my father won't be able to resist. "I don't know what you want me to do about it," my father huffs. "I cannot force him to kick her out of his pack." "Daddy," I pout. "I gave up my mate for Alpha Thomas. Now I am mate-less. I will be an old maid." "You are eighteen years old. Stop being so dramatic." My mother's voice chimes in from behind me. "How dare you?" I spin around and face my mother. "This is all your fault. I could be the Luna of the Light Moon Pack right now." "Well," my mother sighs as she tosses a thick envelope on my father's desk. "It appears that we are going to have to find a new Alpha for you." "What is that?" I screech as I point to the envelope. My father carefully opens the envelope and peeks inside. "The little whore is better than I thought." "What