STANLEY POV Steady grunts leave my mouth as I toss square bails of hay thirty feet into the air. My shifter body is nearing its breaking point, and that's saying a lot. I have been working for thirteen hours straight, and I keep finding more projects to do in the barn. Tasks that don't really need to be done. Like reorganizing our winter supply of hail bails.Keeping myself busy and out of the house has become a necessity for survival at this point. Lauren and her adorable son seem to be everywhere. She hasn't returned to work yet, so at least the office is still a safe place. However, that does me no good on days like today...Saturday. My haven is closed, and the pack expects me to be here. "Hello, big brother," Finley says as he comes strolling up behind me. I grunt louder to acknowledge him, and he chuckles."Not even a smile...wound up that tight, huh," Finley asks, and I freeze midswing. "Don't start," I growl, not even looking his way. Finley moves closer, and I throw
STANLEY POVThe cart the stewardess is pushing, rattles as another brief moment of turbulence jostles the plane, and I tense again. I can't believe I agreed to this.When Fin mentioned flights I was so wrapped up in my feelings for Lauren, I forgot how much I detest these machines. I figured we would start with an area close by home but Samantha decided that Panama City, Florida, would be a good starting point for our search. So of course, that meant I would be on an airplane. A unsafe, unnatural form of travel invented by insane humans...Humans. Animals who are as breakable as a piece of China."I forgot how much you hate this," Finley chuckles from beside me, and I give him a stern sideye."Shut up," I order, and his laugh evolves into a loud boom that gathers attention from the other passengers."Don't be like that. The is supposed to be fun," Finley laughs, and I hold back a growl before rolling my eyes.Nothing I say at this point will get him to lay off. He has found something t
STANLEY POV The blaring music feels like thunder against my sensitive ears, and I keep having to grind my teeth together to push past the pain. "Yeah, I think earplugs would have helped," Finley mumbles from next to me, and I look at him with a, "you think" expression. He chuckles nervously before shrugging. He shoots back a swig of his weak beer and points toward the crowd with his hand. "See anyone special," Fin asks, and I shake my head while thoroughly searching the crowd. I haven't smelled or spotted anyone special: just half-naked women and desperate males competing for attention. "She isnt here, and I'm having an awful time," I reply, and Fin nods as he looks toward the door. "I guess I thought this would be more interesting than just standing here. Why do people like this type of social activity so much" Fin asks, and I shrug. "Beats me. I guess the people who don't have soul mates have to find partners in other ways," I reply after a few seconds, and
STANLEY POV I sigh as I lean my head against the stiff headrest of the rental car I made Finley get. I refused to ride in another airplane. It will add time to our trip, but really there isn't any rush for us. I can do most of my work from my laptop, and Finley just has the farm. "This pack is a good size, roughly Fifty-five adult members, I believe. The Alpha sounded excited by our visit...practically eager," Finley says over the GPS as it instructs him to turn. "How many females," I ask, and he shrugs. "Probably not many that aren't mated, but he has daughters. His son has already mated. He takes over in a few years, so the daughters are free to leave. It sounds like the son wanted to enjoy the first few years of his relationship stress-free. The daughters are of age...Might be some hope there," Finley says, and I nod. In my head, I grimace. Emma is an Alpha daughter, and my sister gives Alpha daughters a lousy name. They expect the world on a platter. They love being ca
STANLEY POV The pungent scent of female arousal is giving me a migraine. The smell of my medium rare steak isn't even strong enough to save me from the two females in front of me. "So, the two of you are both Alpha offspring," the redhead asks, eyeing me hungrily. I nod and take a bite of my mashed potatoes. I want to growl at her and the female sitting next to her, but I know our pack cannot afford an enemy of this size. I have to maintain a facade of professionalism. Besides the other females have been very polite, and they don't deserve to have their dinner disrupted. "Yes. Our father is an Alpha, and our brother is an Alpha. Stan and I are a part of our brother's pack, but we don't have any plans of becoming Alphas," Finley says almost sternly, and I fight my smirk by taking a sip of my beer. "What a shame. Being Alpha should be the goal of every wolf—especially wolves with Alpha bloodlines running through their veins. Your power and stamina need to be used," the br
TABITHA POV Brown hair, brown eyes, slim and petite. Her coloring and personality are as warm as the sun, but give you the feeling of fall. She isn't 5' 10" blonde with blue eyes and a full figure. She is everything I'm not actually. Everything that I can't be and my mate loves her. "Tabitha," Sam says loudly, cutting into my staring. My eyes snap to her perplexed face, and I swallow as my emotions continue to rage. "Sorry. I was lost in thought," I say with a fake chuckle. Her eyebrows furrow and I swallow nervously. "I'll say, you were growling under your breath. Are you okay," Samantha asks, and my eyes widen for a split second. I didn't realize I was making a noise, but it makes sense. My emotions are out of control at the moment and I haven't even confirmed if my mate is indeed Stanley. Samantha glances at Lauren, who is holding her son and speaking to her mate by the barn, before looking at me strangely. "Are you upset with Lauren about something," Sam asks
STANLEY POV The smell of Wyoming is better than the rest of the United States. It isn't heavily polluted or tainted by large human populations like Florida and California. It's clean and fresh smelling. The air is practically crisp here. "I'm glad you still know how to use those facial muscles," Fin teases as he flicks his eyes between the road and my face. I smile harder in response. Not even my little brother's ribbing can dampen this day for me. I have spent the past few weeks being tortured by him, and I am finally home free. None of the slobbering females in heat at the various packs we visited were my mate, thank the skies, and I never smelled her when Fin made us walk through densely populated human cities. I will miss my pack here, but moving North is the only solution. My love for Lauren hasn't dimmed even a millimeter, and I know it never will. I just need to vacate the area and move on with my life. I will still be my brother's lawyer, and I can handle all the al
STANLEY POV I stumble into my desk, trying to find the light switch in the dark, and my hand lands on my receipt spike stick. "Fuck," I yell as the hard metal pierces my palm. Pain and anger radiate through me as I finally find the switch. I flip it on and inspect my hand with a scowl. I have a blinding headache, a stomach full of booze, and a hand with a healing hole in it. My life is one huge pile of dung. "STANLEY," Lauren's shrill voice calls from the reception area, and I groan. I didn't realize she was already here for the day. I hear her footsteps approach, so I run my hand through my grimey hair so I look not so disheveled, but I know the gesture is useless. I haven't showered since the day I saw my mate. "Stan," Lauren says as she opens my office door and comes in like she owns the place. "Yeah," I grumble, and she sighs as she looks me over. "Stanley, when is this going to stop? Just go talk to her," she says in an annoyed voice that makes my wolf