Third Person POV21 years ago“Nate!” Martin Nightingale yells down the hallway. “Happy Birthday, man!”The two embrace like brothers. Which they kind of are. Both Martin and Nate Royce are members of Pack Westmoreland, just south of Chicago, IL.“Thanks man. Hoping my friend makes an appearance. My parents are worried,” Nate confides in Martin, careful not to say the word WOLF in front of all the humans at school.“Dude, you worry too much. You have thirty days before Alpha Devon will give a shit. Plus, he is a cool guy, even without a friend, you are a member of the pack,” Martin got his wolf the day before he turned 18, which only made him stronger than before.~~~~45 days later“NATE ROYCE!” Alpha Devon calls Nate up to the front of the pack meeting they are attending.Devon looks to his own father former Alpha Nic. “Nate Royce, do you have a wolf?”Nate looks at the ground. “No.”Devon’s eyes fill with tears. What he is about to do, cannot be undone.“Nate Royce you are hereby,”
Stevee’s POV“Dad, its fine, yeah, I know what I am getting into. Well, I didn’t, but now I do,” I tell him.“Stevee Victoria, I mean it, leave him,” Dad Nate growls. Wait did he growl?Victor takes my phone.“I heard it, who are you?” Victor asks, getting off the bed and walking away. “Is she a wolf too?”Who, what the hell? I get off the bed and walk over to him as he turns his back to me, Bridget comes in.I see her neck. The Metallic W.I jump on Victor’s back and grab the phone.“You two are werewolves!” I scream at them. “The tattoos, I thought it was something gay men did, but Bridget now has one where Wesley bit her. It’s a mating mark. You two are mates!”There is silence on the other line.“They are rogues. They have a peace accord with Wesley’s Pack, Wesley hasn’t put it together yet, but I guess you did,” Bridget tells me.“DAD!” I yell. “Is that true?”“Stevee, you and Steven do not have wolves, Packs don’t accept wolfless Omegas as Betas,” Dad Matt says with a sigh.“Baz
Wesley’s POV“Evander, as the intended victim, I would like the opportunity to be in the room,” I ask.“Wes, this is my pack, my home, my room. Vic and I are going in alone,” Evander says and points to the viewing room.I stand next to Mark and Gabe.“Sorry, still alive,” Victor jokes. “For a big bad gangster man, you suck at using a gun.”“I admire that you stood in line of a bullet to protect your sister,” Judge leans back.“Any brother would have done the same,” Victor comments as he sits opposite Judge.“Mark didn’t. Where was he?” Judge asks, looking at the glass.Victor scoffs. “Mark is a visitor here. He was where he should have been.”“Yeah, fairy boys,” Judge laughs.Victor stands up and using his good arm, he breaks Judge's nose.“My brother is twice the man you will ever be. Call him, or his husband, another name and I’ll kill you,” Victor sits back down as the blood from Judge’s nose begins to cover the table.“Temper on this one,” Judge tells Evander.“He is protective of
Stevee’s POV “What is happening?” I ask quietly, trying to read the room. “They feel their mates,” Kesly tells me. “He’s gone,” Ki whispers as her hand moves from her neck. “What happened to her tattoo?” I ask.. “As soon as he died her mark disappeared,” Kesly says. “Replaced with that dot.” Where the once beautiful T had been is now a small black dot. I hug Ki, who melts into my hug. “We were happy,” Ki lets the tears fall. I sit and hold her. “Abby?” Kesly moves to her. “I just got him no, no, no, no, no,” Abby’s tears fall onto Kesly. I look up and notice there are more in here. “Ki, here,” I wrap a blanket around her. “Wesley too?” Ki asks. “Bridget felt something, I don’t know,” I tell her. “Seems like she can’t catch a break, I hate it for Marcella. She a Wesley have a special bond,” Kesly says holding a crying Abby and Ki. I nod and get up with more blankets. “My daddy was killed, wasn’t he?” A little blond girl asks. I look to her mother who is pale, and I see th
Stevee’s POVI grab the phone, fully awake now and talk to my twin.“Hey, yell at him again and you will need stitches,” I tell Steven.“What, is he going to claw me?” Steven asks. “Dad told me Judge is dead along with about 200 of a Chinatown gang. Where were you and are you hurt?”“A safe room and no,” I answer.“Stevee, werewolves? Dad Nate came up here and turned into one in front of me. Dad Matt too. What in the hell are you doing there?”“We are mates, this is where I’m supposed to me,” I tell him.“FUCK THAT SHIT!” He yells. “I need you right now. I’m your twin and I should always come before some dumbass.”Victor looks at me with raised eyebrows and a smirk.“Okay, let's back up. First of all, Victor is not a dumbass, he is my mate, the love of my life, I’m the most important person to him in existence,” I say as Victor kisses my head. “Secondly, I have come second to Teresa for YEARS! Where was this call for loyality when I needed you?”“Okay fair, but this is serious, Teresa
Victor’s POV“You take for granted things like putting on a shirt,” I tell Stevee as she steps in to help me.“I know, I broke my arm when I was little. My dominant hand. I got good with my other hand after that,” she tells me.She still hasn’t apologized for yelling at me during sex. I found that so disrespectful. I mean it was our first time together and she is yelling at me. I noticed she was taking a while, so I thought changing positions would help. I was clearly wrong. But I don’t think she needed to take that tone.“Thanks for the help,” I tell her, trying to catch her eye.She avoids it and changes into the suit Bridget brought her after we got back to our room this afternoon.Tonight, we honor the fallen. As the son of one of them, Stevee and I will be seated with my mother at the head table.“I asked Bridget about sitting with us, but she isn’t comfortable,” Stevee tells me.“Lots of history there,” I tell her.“Mark too, they want to sit with Wesley at the Westmoreland Pack
Bridget POV“Baby,” Wesley pulls me close as Victor reads Dad’s eulogy. “I’m okay,” I lean on him for support. My dad wants everyone to think he loved me. These words are hollow and too late. If he loved me, he should have acted like it when he was alive. Victor’s voice changes and I look up. I know my brothers and the face Victor is making is frightening.“You good?” Wesley asks Mark.“Later Alpha,” Mark says. Calling Wesley Alpha made me sit up and look to Wesley. Wesley nods and pulls me closer. Ty has the second envelop in his hands. He opens it and reads it. He shakes his head. I look up at the head table as Jefferson is speaking. Victor, who rarely drinks, is downing glass after glass of wine. Annabelle- We need to read what he wrote. Both our brothers and their wolves are on edge. Me- Will they tell you why?Annabelle- Something about father being a total asshole, who got off easy dying the way he did.Me- Okay, well, when this is over, I plan to confront them bot
Wesley’s POV“MOM, DAD!” I yell as Bridget and I enter the Alpha apartment. “Wesley, you could mindlink us,” Mom tells me, hugging me.“Where is the fun in that?” I answer. “Mom, my mate.”Bridget keeps her head down and won’t look at Mom.“Bridget, it’s okay. Martin and I have come to terms with this,” Mom tells her, lifting her head. Mom gives her a small smile. “Welcome to your home.”Bridget slides close to me, still avoiding Mom’s eye. “Well, well, well, my son and Heir,” Dad comes out of his office. Dad sees the mark on my neck and nods. “You may be in line for an Alpha title, but you are a warrior at heart. Couldn’t wait to mark your mate.”I can’t help but wrap Bridget in my arms, pull her in front of me, and kiss her neck.“You might be right. Thankfully, I got a strong Beta Female as a mate, so our pups will be better than me,” I move my hands over Bridget’s stomach. “I’m not a pup machine,” Bridget whispers, pulling her hands on top of mine.“I know baby, it's a jo