Chapter Three

Michael POV

I spent a couple of hours at the gym this morning before getting dressed. I chose a white dress shirt. The buttons strain at the front, emphasizing my muscular chest, shoulders, and biceps. My blue jeans hug my muscular thighs; I grab my boots, putting them on as I hear my father bellow for me to hurry up. I roll my sleeves up to my elbows, looking in the mirror one last time saying,

“Fuck your hot,”

I laugh the bitch will be eating out of my hands within five minutes of meeting me.

I watch as the last SUV's pulls up in front of the packhouse. 

“What the fuck, dad? How many cars do you think we need to take?” 

He growls, “I want to show them we are a strong pack, Michael. I don't intend to walk away from this meeting with nothing,”

Grayson and I walk toward the last car. There's no way in hell I will suffer a four-hour trip with him. Grayson licks his lips as he says,

“You look handsome, Michael. Is there a special occasion I should know about?”

“You're a smart ass besides; look how good my tan looks in this shirt.”

Grayson laughs. “I am still not sucking your dick, no matter how good you look.” 

I pout my lips, giving him puppy dog eyes, and he drops to his knees, reaching for my zipper; I shove him stepping back, laughing,

“Get in the car Grayson you fucking idiot.”

“There is a bright side to all of this, Michael.”

“Oh yeah, and what might that be” I growl,

“She might be pretty, Micheal, a nice, quiet, docile little wolf,” he laughs as I say,

“Fuck off, Grayson” 

Liam and Anthony laugh along with him. I let it go. These two are sheep and will side with Grayson and me about anything. I can speak freely in front of them. Once we are on the road, I turn to Grayson.

“When we get home, if my father doesn't stand down, I will challenge him” he smiles.

“You know you're going to have to kill him.” 

Excitement flows through me at the thought of spilling his blood. 

“It won't take much. I don't give a fuck”

“What if he steps down, Michael?” I smirk at Grayson,

“he dies regardless of his choice.”  

The trip takes us deeper into the mountains. As we come to the Sunset packs border, we are stopped by half a dozen of their Sentinels. They are a strong-looking pack, but I have learned through watching my father the last few years that looks are often deceiving. 

We pull up out the front of their packhouse. It is a large double-story farm-style house; the porch runs around it. Everything is immaculate, and well looked after. Their Alpha Leon, Luna Kyra, and Beta Shane are waiting for us. My father gets out of his SUV, watching me walk toward him. He places his hand on my shoulder. He addresses Alpha Leon first, 

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with us; this is my son Michael” I smile.

“Your welcome, Alpha Julian; my Beta’s mate Natalie and daughter Maree will be here shortly,'' 

He says as he shakes my father's hand. 

Luna Kyra smiles at us. “Come with me. I will show you to your rooms.”

I smile at her before saying,

“Thank you, Luna. It's is a pleasure to meet you,” 

I smirk at Grayson as Luna Kyra blushes. My father, Grayson, and I will stay at the packhouse. Our warriors have bunks allotted to them in the barracks. We all have our rooms. Thank fuck I wouldn't have lasted two nights sharing a room with either Grayson or my father. I decided to have a shower before we sat down for dinner. When I leave the bedroom, Grayson is waiting at the top of the stairs,

“You smell pretty, Michael. Are you trying to impress your new mate?”

I whisper, “Fuck off, Grayson, or I will make it a condition that you have to have a mate too.” 

He shudders. “No thanks, I am happy just the way I am.”

 We are walking down the stairs when Luna Kyra sees us.

 “Come in here, boys. We are having pre-dinner drinks. What would you like?” 

My father is sitting on the sofa talking to Shane and Natalie. 

“A scotch would be great, thank you” as soon as I speak, a girl turns towards me. 

She has strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and is around 5 foot 4 inches in height, her body's curvaceous, leaning towards chubby, and I am guessing she is approximately 20 years old. This has to be the girl my father wants me to mate. She smiles at me.

“Hi, my name is Maree. It's wonderful to meet you.” 

Fuck no, her voice makes me cringe.

“Hi, it's nice to meet you too, my name is Micheal, and this is Grayson.” 

Maree nods her head at him dismissively as she takes my hand, pulling me towards the couch. I sit beside her, trying to be attentive as she talks shit for the half-hour wait before our dinner is served.

We are seated at separate ends of the table for our meal. I raise my eyebrows at Grayson. What has my father done? this bitch isn't good for anything except fucking and running. I watch her as she sits next to her mother. She is sulking and whingeing about the seating arrangements. My father is smiling broadly, looking at me. I grind my teeth, wishing I had already killed him so I didn't have to deal with this shit. 

Grayson nudges my leg under the table mouthing small talk behind his hand. I smile at Shane. 

``Have you got any other children, Beta Shane?’’ his mate answers.

"Yes, we have another daughter. She is 18” I nod. 

Her tone of voice clarifies that she thinks I am beneath them. Fuck this. I'm not too fond of small talk. Let my father deal with it.

After dinner, I stand as Maree walks over to me.

“I wondered if I could take Maree for a walk. It's a beautiful night,” I ask. 

“No, she stays here with us,” her mother snaps.

“Grayson can come with us if you're concerned about us being alone,” 

Maree whimpers. “Father, can you talk to her? I want to go” he shakes his head.

“I agree with your mother, Maree.'' 

I hold back the smile that threatens to split my face. Before Grayson and I leave, I say,

“I am sorry, Maree. Maybe when your parents get to know me better, they will change their minds '

I hurried outside, glad to get away from her.