I stand frozen at the entrance of our pack's land.
Because it looks like my husband, lovingly smiling down at a petite woman I've never seen before, while she holds her slightly swollen stomach with both hands and stares up at him like he was her saviour.
This is not how I pictured our reunion to be. I thought I'd run up to him, give him a big hug, then we'd go and I'd surprise him with the welcoming party I had been planning for him for the last week.
"Killian. Welcome home." I'm swallowing a lump in my throat, and willing my heart to stay in my chest while I try and figure out what's going on.
"Everly. I'm so glad you found us. There's someone I want you to meet."
"Us?" My eyes dart down to the woman he's now gently pushing towards me.
She's very pretty, with long, soft looking blonde hair, lovely thick lips and icy blue eyes. Shorter than me by a lot, she looks to be only five two. She seems sweet and soft on the surface, but I can see the glint in her eyes when our gazes finally meet.
"This is May. She was a member of the pack I went to check in on."
Two months ago, Killian had left to check on a pack that had been giving radio silence for a while. Originally we didn't think too much of it, but after three weeks of no word from them, my husband decided he needed to make sure everything was okay.
It's a good thing he went too. He called me once during his three month absence, during his first week. He told me the pack had been mostly wiped out, by one of the bigger groups of rouge wolves that roam around, stealing from packs and killing the smaller ones. I remember how I had immediately launched into what he should be doing to help, finding survivors and getting them medical care, checking the area for a waiting-to-ambush rouge. I also remember how he had cut me off, saying he already knew what to do, and that someone was calling for him so he'd have to call me back later.
He never did, and now, weeks later, I'm standing here as my husband introduced me to another woman, like I was his mother and not his wife.
"And why have you brought May home with you?" I force a smile at the woman, my eyes never straying from hers as we size each other up.
"May's husband was one of the many who were killed by the rogue wolf attack, and seeing as she is with child and has no family of her own, I felt it was only right to offer her a place here, with us."
"But we don't have a tradition of accepting new members." I look to my husband now, staring at him with what I hope to be an incredulous expression. Apparently I succeeded, because his face suddenly turned sour.
"Then let her become the first one. May has nowhere to go now that her pack is in shambles, was I just supposed to leave her there, alone and with a baby on the way? What kind of man would that make me?" He raises a brow at me, like he's making some irrefutable point. "She's just one person, and she means no one any harm. If you were a kind wife..."
My mind fades out a little as my husband rambles on about why I should let this random woman stay with us.
Killian and I have been happily married for three years. While we aren’t fated mates, we've claimed each other, and fully bonded in every secular sense. We've built the pack into what it is today. I love him, and he loves me, and I always believe nothing could ever come between us. But then May appears, and suddenly, I start to wonder how things will play out.
"Everly? Are you listening?" I shake my head a little, refocusing on Killian, who was snapping his fingers in front of my face.
"I'm sorry, I guess I'm just misunderstanding why you ONLY brought her back. Were there any other survivors? Why have you not brought them, as well?"
Killian looks a little taken aback by my sudden questing, and he pauses a little. Before he utters anything, May cuts in.
"Please, be kind to him. He was only trying to protect me. He's too nice for his own good." I have to physically stop myself from growling at May when she gently sets her hand on Killian's shoulder in comfort, her bright blue eyes gazing carefully up at me as she does. "I wouldn't want to cause problems for you, Killian. Not after everything you've done for me. I can leave."
I scoff to myself as she half turns away before my husband quickly stops her. “Please, don’t go!”
He then turns back to me, still holding onto May's arm. "She will stay. I know we aren’t fated mates, but May is not the type to fight and compete with men, she just needs my protection. You will continue to fulfill all your duties as the Luna. … one of them being helping May recover from the trauma, yes?"
His tone brooks no objection. I sigh a little, pressing my lips together and deciding to trust my husband.
"Who am I to say no to you, Killian?"
This is your pack, after all.
I'm just the one running it.
The week my husband returned home was not at all how I imagined it. Right off the bat, the welcome party I had intended to use as an excuse to hear all about Killian's trip turned into a "get to know May" event. Everyone, all the people who had surrounded me in the past week, helping me drag tables and chairs around for my husband's party, blow up hundreds of balloons and hang shiny decorations from the ceiling for the event I planned, gathered around Killian and May to ask her questions. How had she and Killian met? What happened to her previous husband? How far along was she? Killian had stayed out with May almost all night, "showing her the pack" he had shot over his shoulder as they left me to clean up the remains of the party. When he had finally returned home that night, he didn't say a word to me. Just slid into the bed, his back to mine, and slipped into sleep. All while I lay there, my heart burning in my chest, swallowing over and over again to keep the tears from fallin
"I need to make sure the new floral arrangements are going to be here by three pm tomorrow. The event is at six pm, and we need time to set up.""Yes Mrs. Hunt, they'll be there well before then." "Good." I hung up my phone, sliding it back into my pocket and resuming what I had been doing before the florist for May's pack swearing in ceremony had called to tell me they were out of the Rafflesias I'd ordered. "Can you flip the switch on these lights?" I ask the pack member who has been assisting me today. Her name was Ana, she helped maintain the landscape around the area, but was pulled away from her normal duties to help set up for what is apparently set to be a large event. We were using our pack's meeting hall, which had been cleared of the folding chairs and water coolers lining the walls.Now, there was a temporary stage set up in the front of the room, sitting at about six feet high above the ground, and with lights hanging across the top. I had gotten nicer chairs, with pad
"Clear a path!" I quickly follow after the group of medics, lead by Killian who has still refused to put May down since she collapsed. I try my hardest to ignore the feeling of hundreds of eyes glaring at me, but it's hard when literally everyone in my pack is shooting daggers at me as I follow the group out of the meeting hall. I don't understand why everyone is acting like I've done something? I had been on stage with her, I could have just as easily been the one to get crushed. I can see the camera men turning to follow after us, shouting questions about what happened as we pass. We race towards the pack's medical clinic, which is luckily only half a mile or so away from the meeting hall. If you broke a finger, needed cough syrup, or needed a heart transplant, for this pack, this was where all that happened. I slow a little when I see the building coming into view, letting the group enter ahead of me before following in after. This building is set up like a very small hospital,
There's no way this is true. That's the only thought running through my head as I zombie walk back out the door to May's room. Her words are still ringing in my head, over and over again. "You're just in true love's way." She cannot be pregnant with my husband's child. I'm pregnant with my husband's child. "This isn't real." I mutter to myself once I'm out and standing in the hallway. I look to the side when I hear footsteps approaching. "Killian." I say once he's stopped directly in front of me. I almost think he's going to comfort me, or say something to me, the way he's just standing there, looking down at me. For just a moment, I think I see a flash of who we used to be in his eyes. He looks concerned for me, like he wants to ask what's wrong. But then I hear the bed creaking from the room behind me, and I see his attention snap away. "I need to see May." Is all he says. I press my lips together, and step to the side, rushing away from the room as fast as I can. I ca
Whoever said bad things come in threes, was a liar. I wish that were true right now, because this last week, bad thing after bad thing has happened to me, and I don't know how much more I can take. I have just about reached my limit for life changing and traumatic events.And the universe wasn't done with me yet, apparently. You are my Luna, and I thought you should see this. I was still staring at my banking app when a text popped up suddenly. It's from a number I don't have saved, and they've sent a video. My husband, standing in front of the medical wing, sliding what looks to be a very big rock on May's finger. They're still wearing the same clothes they wore to the ceremony. This had to be just taken. She was hurt enough to be laying in a hospital bed twenty minutes ago, suddenly she had enough energy to be flouncing around with another woman's husband? "Congratulations on your rebirth with your new pack." I swallow thickly as he smiles down at her warmly, and pulls her agai
"Everly, I'm surprised to see you."I sit across the desk from Johnathon, the pack's lawyer and a very old friend of mine. He'd originally been the lawyer to my old pack but had left for a better opportunity, being the lawyer to Killian's pack. "What can I do for you?""I want to divorce Killian." I say bitterly.His brows shoot up, and he scratches the back of his head. "I see. What happened?" I narrowed my eyes on him. "I feel like you can guess." "Yes... yes. I've seen him and that May girl together." He gives me a look of pity. "I'm not here so you can feel bad for me, I'm here to figure out what needs to be done and if I'll have anything to start a new life with."He nods, leaning forward to start clicking on his computer. "Well. I can tell you right now, as the main overseer of contracts between this pack and outsiders, you are the sole holder of several businesses. It looks like..." He clicks around on his computer for a minute. "You've got seven. A club, two parking garage
"You're being unusually uncooperative." I glare at Killian from where he still stands far too close to me. I feel like I'm being pretty clear about not wanting to have sex with, to be honest. But it doesn't stop him from shoving my suitcase off the bed and onto the floor, pushing me onto the bed and climbing on top of me. "Fine, you win. I won't even take a shower." His eyes flash dangerously. I can feel his hands running up my side and under my shirt. His hands feel slightly wrong on my skin, but I can still feel myself shivering against his touch."Get off!" I demand when he grabs one of my wrists with his free hand and holds it down against the bed. I falter for a moment when his lips find my neck and they start sloppily kissing me like he knew I liked. I feel my feet sliding down and my back arching at how good it feels. My knees fall apart and he settles in a little, our hips connecting. I can feel him grinding against me, and I hear myself moaning a little as he starts kissin
"Your cortisol levels are through the roof, Mrs. Hunt. What have you been up to since the last time I saw you?" I look bashfully away from Dr. Monroe, who is staring at me over the rim of his reading glasses as he flipped through my blood work results. "Nothing much..." I muse. "Hm." Is all he says, glancing between me and the paperwork. "Well. I can tell you one thing. Your baby is at a very high risk right now." He says seriously, setting the clipboard down finally. He takes off his glasses and makes eye contact with me. "I can recommend some vitamins and safe over the counter medications, but in my professional opinion, you need to find something stronger, especially if you're going to be going through a rejection soon." I feel my face heating up with embarrassment. He knew? Of course he did. Everyone probably knew, by now. I wonder if it was Killian, May, or someone at the committee who leaked the news that Alpha and Luna were splitting up. "What would you recommend?" I ask