Third Person's POV Atticus was half back when they heard the sound of someone running in their direction. Both Atticus and the warrior turned towards the sound and took a defensive stance. A few moments later, an almost all-white wolf came into view, barreling towards Atticus. Atticus pushed the warrior out of the way and quickly took his shirt off before opening his arms as the wolf leaped at him. A small body collides with Atticus as he shifts mid-air, and River whimpers as Atticus wraps his arms around the Omega, trying to cover his lower half with the shirt. River cried out as another much larger wolf raced towards them, growling. The scent of Ash quickly filled the air as Draven came forward and glared at the wolf. The wolf slid to a halt before shifting back. "What's the meaning of this?" Atticus's voice boomed and everyone around Atticus flinched, including River. "That little shit was running from me?" The warrior said angrily as he grabbed a pair of shorts from a

Third Person's POV Noah's stomach turned, he felt nauseous as he watched and listened to the playback from the security cameras in the hall. He couldn't believe the things Harris said to his own mate. They were so cold, mean, and hurtful. "His reality of his mate is obscured. He sees Atticus, but he sees Brody too. I'm not falling for your shit this time, that was towards Brody. I'll never let you mark me, that was towards Atticus, but because of Brody." Michael said and Asher closed his eyes as he let out a breath. "How do I fix this? Damn it Brody! I want to bring him back just so I can kill him myself!" Asher exclaimed as he ran his hand through his hair, frustrated and lost. He has no idea how to help his son. Asher and Michael looked at Noah when he stood up and without a word, walked out of the office. Curious, Michael stood up and followed him. He kept a distance as he followed his little Omega to the top floor and watched Noah walk down the hall and enter Harris' ap

Third Person's POV A shiver runs down Tristan's back and goosebumps spread across his body as Cyrus’ warm breath fans his ear and neck. Cyrus reached around Tristan, grabbing another coconut shrimp, and brought it to Tristan's mouth. Tristan wanted to squeal, but he held it in and opened his mouth. His lips touched Cyrus' finger and the larger Beta's chest vibrated. Tingles danced against Tristan's jaw as Cyrus pressed a kiss there. Cyrus' thumb absentmindedly caressed Tristan's stomach as he talked to Asher. His voice was so thick and deep that Tristan felt a vibration against his back with every word his mate spoke. Tristan couldn't focus on anything everyone was talking about around him. He was too wrapped up in his mate. His senses were heightened by every touch of Cyrus' fingers, every brush of his lips, every wisp of his warm breath as it fanned Tristan’s neck and ear was felt, and the smaller Beta relished in it. Tristan closed his eyes and focused on those feelings. He f

Third Person's POV Cyrus sat down at the top of the stairs and rested his forehead in his hands as he let out a breath. He hates the fact that Brian made him feel guilty for accepting his mate. He didn't feel guilty about it before. Yes, he still thought of Jack, and yes it still hurts, but he knew his mate didn't do it with malice. It was kill, or be killed... 'knowing that, why do I still feel guilty?' Cyrus wondered. He planned to stay with his mate the entire evening. At least until his mate shooed him home. He wanted to spend every second with him and secretly hoped Tristan wouldn't send him home tonight... But now he feels guilty. Cyrus looks back towards Brian's door and his chest aches. He can't remember the last time they argued or had a fight. He hears the loud commotion coming from Brian's room and his chest tightens. Cyrus lets out a breath, giving in to the guilt, and decides it's best to return to his room. Cyrus walks through his apartment, making his way in

Third Person's POV Tristan was sad that his mate couldn't join them at the lake, but he understood his mate had to work. After all, he is the Beta of a very large pack. Tristan leaned forward against the pool noodle. He let out a breath as he relaxed, enjoying the warmth of the sun against his back. He closed his eyes and images flashed in his head of the previous night. He felt his cheeks heat up when he remembered the things Cyrus did to him. He remembered his mate putting his mouth on places no one ever has, and his blush deepened. Tristan remembered Cyrus' kiss and he brought his fingers to his lips and smiled. Tristan's eyes shot open and an embarrassing noise escaped him as he was suddenly lifted out of the water and spun around. The confused smaller Beta blinked his eyes rapidly before he realized he was in his mate's arms. A smile beamed on Cyrus' face as he looked at his shocked and confused mate. "Goddess, you scared me!" Tristan said before throwing his arms ar