Salara’s POVThe weight of something heavy laying on my thigh sends a sharp, shooting pain throughout my right leg as I come to from my dream state. Wincing inwardly, I go to pull my leg out from underneath whatever weight is resting on my thigh. When I am unable to move the weight off of me, I lift up my hand and reach towards the object laying against me.My fingertips come into contact with flesh, startling me as fear rushes through my body. The fear soon settles when the familiar sparks erupt on my fingertips, indicating that the object laying on my thigh is none other than Alpha Derrick.My eyes snap to his stress filled face, my brows furrowing at the sight of him sleeping restlessly against me. What could Derrick be doing here with me instead of sleeping peacefully in his bed? The position that he is in does not look comfortable even a little bit. A chair has been up against the right side of my bed and he is slumped forward in it with his head resting against my thigh. His ne

Salara’s POVI wake up feeling drained. The feel of someone’s body heat lying beside me makes me snap from the last dredges of my sleep. My eyes snap up to look at who is lying beside me as my heart begins to start thumping loudly in my chest out of fear. My body settles back into the warmth of the mattress when my eyes land on the concerned green orbs that belong to Derrick. My body stiffens as that realization settles in. I am laying on a bed, wrapped up in the Alpha’s arms. This is highly inappropriate, even if I am his mate. He is the Alpha of this pack and I am still a married woman. But despite the inappropriateness of the situation, I find myself snuggling in closer to the warmth that radiates off of his body. His arms move slowly, as if hesitant about wrapping around me. The situation was almost laughable as the big bad Alpha shows how nervous he is to be around me. “How are you feeling?” His voice comes out in a husky whisper, indicating that he fell asleep as well. The ti

Salara’s POVHaving Henry fawn over me when Derrick is standing just off to the side is the most awkward experience of my life so far. Henry is currently telling me about how he finished cleaning out the spare room at Savannah’s house and that he can’t wait for Hayden and I to return to him. I go to tell him that I will not be returning to the house with him, but something holds me back from speaking the words. Whether it is the kind treatment that he is currenlty bestowing on me, or something else, I do not know, but something is preventing me from speaking the words. I can feel Derrick’s eyes burning a hole into my left side, but I can’t bring myself to face him when I am unable to commit to staying in the packhouse. Confusing emotions swirl around inside of me and I really wish that the both of them would leave so I could work through them without their domineering presence hovering over me. A slight headache begins to pound at the back of my skull as I attempt to listen to the

Derrick’s POVHowls from the wolves scattered throughout the pack echo through the night, ringing in my ears and increasing the primal instinct that I have to keep buried down from my Alpha blood. Hunter stirs in my mind, itching to be let out so he can run through the woods and hunt with his pack. People of all ages step up from the crowd, moving to their respective newbie and taking them off to a secluded spot so they can shift in peace. When all of the wolves have been gathered and taken off into the woods, I am left staring at Henry’s anxious face, Savannah nowhere to be found. ‘Where is Savannah?’ Hunter growls in my mind. ‘She should be here to help her mate through his first transition.’ My eyes lock with Henry’s frightened orbs as the realization that no one is here to help him with his shift settles in. With a resigned sigh, I move forward until I am standing face to face with Henry. “Follow me.” I tell him, turning and walking away before I can change my mind. Hunter star

Henry’s POV“You must submit to me as your Alpha.” Anger roars to life inside of me as a growling sound reverberates inside of my head, or maybe it emerges from my lips, or even both. I’m not sure where the roar came from, but at this point I don’t really care either. A seething rage begins to take over as something inside of me claws to be released. What is this strange feeling inside of me that is threatening to take over? The potent rage that settles deep in the pits of my stomach is so tempting that I nearly submit to its errotic pull. Power courses through my veins and I stare down at my arms in wonder. Strength like I have never felt before flows through me, daring me to allow it to come out and attack Henry.My eyes snap in his direction when my ears pick up the subtle sound of his movement across the grass. The blades scream in my ears as his bare feet shuffle across them ever so gently. My eyes lock onto Derrick’s bare feet as they lift from the grass slowly in preparation o