***POV: Amara***I make my way back to the packhouse slowly. I need to clear my head. There is just so much going on now, and I need to process. It’s a beautiful day out, clear skies, warm temperature, slight breeze blowing. I stop walking and close my eyes for a moment, let the wind blow across me. My thoughts drift to Cole, and the soft touch of his hands, his particular scent. I stop, realizing that this is not a healthy thought pattern. I need to find a new mate to help me get Cole out of my head and my heart.I open my eyes, taking in my location, and realize I am close to the training center. I don’t even know how I made it over here. I look over to where I hear voices from the entrance and spot Cole immediately. No wonder my thoughts drifter, I probably subconsciously picked up his scent. I watch him, knowing he hasn’t seen me yet. He looks like he’s been in a fight. Oh God, I wonder what happened. I want to go to him and ask him but I am trying to keep my distance right now.

***POV: Amara***I touch my fingers to where his lips just were. I should walk away right now before this goes any further, but my feet won’t move. My entire body starving for another taste of him. Being in love with this man feels like what an addiction must feel like. I look away from his intense gaze, needing a break from all of the conflicting emotions within me. I take a deep breath, gather my resolved and make eye contact again. No dice, I still want to jump in his arms.“Will Imogen be leaving with you still, or is she staying behind with Tobias?”He gives me a mischievous look and answers me, “Who says I am leaving?”I study his face for any sign that he might be messing with me. He couldn’t possibly be considering staying here, not for a job. What did they even offer to pay him with? Nothing matter above his family, so I am at a loss.“What about your parents? The kids?” I say desperately grasping for anything that will remove this torture from my world.“Things are a little

***POV: Imogen***It feels like this day has taken forever to come to an end. I really enjoyed hanging out with Amara and Violet, and getting to see all of the colony, but I am exhausted. I think it’s just an overload of new information and feelings for me to process, and it’s just taken it out of me.Violet walks me back to Tobias’ packhouse. While I am excited at the thought of seeing him, and reveling in the anticipation of getting to know him better, the fact that we are going back there and not back to Amara’s makes me sad for Cole.“Violet, you think there is any way that Amara will come to her senses about Cole?”Violet stops and turns to me. “That is such a complicated topic Imogen. I know where you are coming from, they are perfect for each other, quite literally. It’s just a lot of complication.” She sighs, looks away for a moment and then turns back to me again. “How many female Alphas have you seen?”“I guess so far I have only met Amara.” I shrug.“And that is all you wil

***POV: Tobias***All day I have felt this incredible pull to get back to Imogen. I walk into my packhouse and I am hit with some ridiculously good smell coming from the kitchen. Imogen is perched at the stove stirring what looks like pasta sauce. She is surrounded by a handful of pack wolves, who all appear to be thoroughly enjoying her company. It throws me off a little, but not in a bad way.She says something and everyone in the room erupts into raucous laughter. I watch her, throw her head back and laugh unashamedly and it does something to me. After they settle, I am finally noticed by one of my wolves, Peter.“Hey boss.” He says, smiling at me a very relaxed and at home smile. “We were just hanging with Imogen here, she offered to make us dinner so we wouldn’t be hungry enough to eat her.” They all laugh and he wiggles his eyebrows at his own joke. They obviously don’t know she is my fated mate and their future Luna or he would have never dared make a joke like that. Imogen loo

POV: TrentAmara opens the door and I barge in past her. The look on her face tells me I am completely unwelcome, but I don’t care. This woman is mine whether she wants to accept it or not. I stride in to the living room and sit down on the bigger couch. She is still standing by the open door, looking at me, assessing me, obviously trying to figure out what to do next. She closes the door and pauses there for a minute, finally turning and walking over to where I am. She sits down on the loveseat across from me.