Homecoming Star walked alongside Maximus as they made their way to Landon and Donna’s newly built home, the air between them was awkward and heavily charged with tension, but still he insisted he is the one to escort her to his Beta’s house.  Donna had no idea she was visiting, she wanted to surprise her friend and made her bring along a huge pamper pack for the mom-to-be. Hoping to make up for some of her absence. “She’s due any day now so Landon took time off to care for her, she’s on bed rest.” Star nodded as the house came into view.  “How bad has it been?” She looked up to Max, afraid of the answer when he grimaced.  

The patter of tiny feet  “Star!” Donna cried abruptly letting go of her mate’s hand to reach for her friend.  “I’m here sweetheart, you’re doing a wonderful job, I’m so proud of you.” Star smiled and tucked a few strands of wayward hair from her face.  “It hurts so much.” Donna’s face scrunched up like she was about to cry and Star shushed her.  “I know, but you’re a fighter and soon you’ll be known as supermom.” Donna Smiled tiredly. “You think so?” Star recoiled like she was offended.  

Fighting for love The meal prepared by the pack’s kitchen staff looked delectable, but she could hardly taste her food above the tension between her and Max. “You should eat more, you've lost too much weight since you left.” Max glared at her plate which consisted of a single egg, a slice of toast, and one rasher of bacon. She could see the disapproval in his eyes. “I don’t have much of an appetite.” She tensed up. She knew they would notice, but she never expected him to mention it outright. “I don’t believe you, you hardly ate last night.” He narrowed his eyes at her and her hands balled up into fists. “You don’t get to tell me what to do!” Star snapped and pushed back her chair, she’d had just about enough of his scrutiny. She discarded the leftover food and rushed out of the dining hall, she could hear Max following her, but her agitation kept her gaze focussed ahead. “Star, stop!” Max’s firm grip pulled her to a stop, the jerk causing a tear to fall

A spitting image in body and soul Max was on a conference call with the Alphas explaining the situation they found themselves in when Star’s phone vibrated in her hand, she was seated across from him at his desk, behind the camera on his laptop, and quickly excused herself when she saw the name on the screen.  “Hello?” Star answered, stepping into her room.  “Star, it’s Jeremy.” Star took a seat on her bed.  “Hey, Jeremy, I’m guessing you’ve got something for me?” She kept her voice calm and heard the Sheriff sigh.  “It’s worse than I thought.” Star perked up at that, she b

Red hot The morning started like any other, with Star’s newfound routine she went about her day as she usually did. First, she threw on some workout clothes and did some yoga in the comfort of her bedroom while the sun rose beyond the horizon, then she grabbed a light breakfast and made her way to Donna’s house to spend some time with her and baby Azaiah.  Making her way back to the packhouse after Azaiah’s little accident on her shirt she swallowed the urge to gag, babies were wonderfully cute and a true miracle of life, but they had a nasty side as well and that was currently evident on her shirt in the form of a sour white patch.  “Hey-” Max smiled, but Star held up her hand and continued her fast walk to her room.