Chapter 42

A doom he had taken for a challenge. Bit right into the bait to prove his leadership would hold his people together, that he had the genteel genome of his father and a vicious, feral disposition of an animal. Everything that an Alpha needs. He had recently accepted he wasn't above delusion.

Had he bitten off more than he can chew? This was no longer a dick measuring contest with fellow packs. Grant him strength, he needed a stiff drink, not that it did anything. Or a soft body to sink into. Maybe she was back at the Villa and would save him the detour to Evan's place. He wouldn't like the physical reminder of her close to him anyway.

'Mrs.Kemp, is Ms.Flynn presently there?'

'Yes. Got here few minutes ago.'

'Thank you.'

Mind link served it's menial purposes.

Vanessa had walked the long distance not wishing her wolf spend energy on running when it had other matters to ponder over. Silas acting her therapist only worked when she could keep a clinical distance from him. Belive it or no