37. Cheryl

Storm’s pov

I knew they were lying. I was used to Aaro lying, but now my fucking mother? I could smell James on Aaro and it infuriated me that she was trying to protect him.

I gave Aaro a hug and said, "I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll see you later."

I tried my best to act calm, so I smiled at them both, and then I left to look for James. This was the last fucking time he ever touched my mate. I had warned him, and like my dad, I don’t make empty threats. If I say I will kill you, I will fucking kill you.

I walked through the packhouse, imagining all the ways I would kill James. I had always hated him, but touching my mate was the last straw. He was a piece of fucking shit and the only people that would miss him were his parents. And I didn’t give a flying fuck what they thought anyway.

"Future Alpha Storm." A scared little voice said, stopping me in the hallway.

"What do you want?"

"Is future Luna Aaro alright?" she asked, sounding terrified.

I looked down to see a woman who had clearly b