Hours later, Jethro's panic began to melt away. When we started preparing to leave, he was surprisingly settling into the role nicely. He'd gathered the elders and elite for a brief official introduction. Each noble family came into the pack hall for the first acquaintance while he noted them in the
Jake POV "A-are you okay?" Nick asked his mate. She nodded but still stood hunched over. "When did you two arrive?" His voice was unsteady. Irrelevant question. He stood rigid like he didn't dare go near her. One fist was clenched on his side, the other still gripped the detached head. The s
Nick was clearly speaking into her mind now, but she wasn’t having it. When I came out of the water, they were yards away but not out of earshot. Their son followed them like a puppy, eyes moving from one to the other. Apparently, the era of arguing in front of the kid was not over yet. I prayed t
My cell phone was on my desk in my office at Nick's. I didn’t have the patience to wait longer for my phone call. So I strode to the desk phone sitting near my bed and immediately dialed Nasir, the wife's chauffeur. “Hello, beta,” he greeted. “Great to hear from you. Glad everyone’s unharmed.” “Th
Jane tried to reach me last night. She'd called my phone once. Late in the night. About the same time that I almost punched in her number on my desk phone. Which meant she'd rang my cell at around the time of my second call to Nasir. The chauffeur told me then that she was home and watching TV. A
After the brotherly handshakes and hugs, the older Alpha took off in his private jet. I left the group to get another drink as more well-wishers came to congratulate and chat with the new Alpha. Soon, the party began to draw to a close. It was time to leave. I went to the male's room, breathing a
Jane POV For the first time in weeks, Orphic Valley felt quiet. Too quiet for my liking. Everyone was away. Well, not everyone. Just Sara, the hubby and Jet as far as I was concerned. I wanted to do something with myself but had no idea what. The feeling was so bad that, when my mom asked that
"It's Thursday, Jane. Still the middle of the week but ok," Dora replied. Instead of dancing, we ended up at the jazz bar at her insistence. "Friday is for dancing. Thursday is for chilling out," she said. As we sat waiting for drinks, I caught the same look on her face as yesterday and asked,