~Leo~ I received Tamia's letter and was shocked that the wolf Lord would help her send it. Tamia was a loveable woman; I could imagine what she was doing there. The letters made it clear that she was okay, and I felt a bit jealous that she was happy without me. I wasn't happy. My heart was still
"Without my consent? Who the fuck do they think they are? I am in charge of the east. I feel insulted," I said, and Casper was silent. "Call a meeting and invite that bastard Devin. I want to know why he and Max will do this to us." I said, and Casper left. I wondered what gave Devin the right to
"Still, you had no right to go after her now. The Wolf Lord is mad," I said, and he growled. "I did not care," he said, and I growled back. "I care. I fucking care, damn it. People died last time; how many more are we willing to sacrifice? Let it go. I am sure she is fine. The man is treating them
~Tamia~ I woke up still tangled in the sheets with Sylvester. I did not want to get up. Watching him sleep peacefully melted my heart. He looked so much at peace, and I kissed him on his lips. In response, he wrapped his arms around me and tickled me. I felt like a teenager again. I laughed and
"Those men were from Max's pack," Avery told us, and I was in shock. "That was why I enjoyed it. I remembered some of the bastards. They always took Michelle's side against me." She said, going down memory lane, and Marcel pulled her close. "At least your husband didn't make his men fuck you for h
"I won't end this," He said with a promise, and I slowly wrapped my arms around him. We were moving fast. There were three Jeeps at the castle entrance, and I noticed everyone was riding in their Jeep. Linda sat in one with Theodore; I could only see her top, which was red. I believed red was her
~Tamia~ There was a long line at the entrance, but we were ushered in, skipping the queue. I noticed some people started complaining, but when they realised who we were, they were quiet and very respectful. We were ushered to the VIP. The VIP was upstairs and had a dedicated bar. The sofas were
"Excuse me," I said, leaving her dumbfounded. The woman was probably jealous that I had landed the big one. Well, boohoo. I got to the seat and saw Sylvester in a heated argument with a man. They looked a bit alike, but the guy was older than Sylvester, and he did not wear his hair long. I figured