“What about a spatula?” Jamie’s teeth glistened from his crooked smile. The two of them started going at it, Mick growling and yelling as Jamie antagonized him. “Good job getting the attention off you,” Lenny chuckled in my ear. Miles’s chest rumbled with his own amusement against me. “Hey, Chloe,” Riley smirked at me, leaning forward with his head resting over his folded hands. “Did Lenny, an unmated wolf, just whisper in your ear?” “That’s not the same,” I lifted my chin, sending a glance at the shewolf down the table. “He’s my babysitter.” “So you spend a lot of time alone together?” Riley looked absolutely devious. “Are you accusing me of something, cat?” Lenny asked in a hard voice. “I was accused, even though it was bs,” Estel muttered, earning a possessive growl from me. I don’t know her from shit and have smelled her on my mates the past few days while things were tense between us. It’s so fucking different. “Is that my dress?” I sneered, my eyes sweeping down her body.

Estel POV “What a shit show,” I sighed as Emily, Cindy and I walked together outside. “I think it’s safe to say that their Luna hates me.” Emily giggled. “She’s just overprotective, like any mated shewolf would be with her mates. Whispering in Mick’s ear was your mistake.” I grimaced. “I wasn’t whispering in his ear. We were just talking.” “With your heads close together while she watched,” Emily smirked. “She doesn’t know you. Of course she got defensive.” “So the Alphas can’t even talk to other shewolves without their Luna’s wrath?” Cindy scoffed. “You did nothing wrong, sweetie. She just needs to get her panties out of a bunch.” “You don’t understand because you’re not mated yet,” Emily looked at him carefully, like she was trying to decipher something in her head. “You can’t really control your possessive side. Your wolf kind of takes control in those moments.” “And you just need to piss all over your loved one, and piss everyone else off in the process. I got that,” Cindy s

Shame was still weighing heavy on me as we made our way up to the bedroom. I felt exposed and raw. It’s easy not to care what others think of you when you’re in a place you hate, like when I was in my first pack, or when you are living among others that have lived similarly. Being the Luna of this pack, a pack I have come to care for deeply, makes me scared of what the normal, wholesome pack members would think of me if they were to ever find pictures and videos of me from my past. How would they react? I never, ever cared about what Cameron, his parents, or his pathetic, ranked wolves thought of me. I went through the motions of being a Luna to survive, but never cared. Here, in Setting Sun Pack, I care. I care so much that it's eating me up inside. I was silent the entire walk to our room. I wanted to take a shower and get this dirty feeling off of me. “Do you still think we’re mad at you?” Mick asked, a lot more gently than his tone before. “Because if you do, that’s total bull

“Do you not like the pancakes? I can get you something else. Nonna makes really good soup. Do you want me to bring you some?”I didn’t realize I had been pushing my pancakes around on the plate, making them soggy and torn to pieces in the syrup. My plate now looked like a mess.I smiled gratefully, but shook my head as I began scooping up a fork-full of the soggy pancake disaster and shoveling it into my mouth. It still tasted good.“This is good. Sorry. I think I’m just tired.”“You should be,” Jamie said. “You just went through fucking hell. The doctors told Darren you needed to stay in bed for the rest of the day if you didn’t want to stay at the clinic for observation.”I grimaced. Staying in a sterile room with people watching me around the clock sounded horrible after what I had just escaped from.“Darren will be checking on you before we head back to the meeting to make sure you’re doing as you're told,” Beau said.“Why does it sound like Darren has some kind of authority in th

“Bull snot. Give me your credit card. I’ll do a shopping spree for you too.” “I’m good.” “You’re not,” he said firmly, pushing against me until I gave in and sat in a chair not far from Boyd’s bed. The smell was making my mouth water, but at the same time, making me want to cry. I resisted looking at his face, because I knew if I did, it would bring the waterworks. “Stay. I’ll be back soon,” Winnie whispered loudly. I nodded, trying not to breathe. Winnie gave me a curious look, then said, “If you need to take a number two, the bathroom is right there.” My face flamed. Did I look constipated? “Go take your shower,” I growled in a low voice. “Yeah, yeah,” he waved me off. “Light a candle when you’re done.” Little punk. He’s feisty and abrasive, just like a cat. Ada was lifting her head, trying to see Boyd through my eyes, but I was still fighting the urge to steal a glance at his sleeping face. The fight was getting harder and harder the more his scent wafted towards me. His