242 Unwanted Visitors

Christos.

I was in my private office at the pack house, trying not to listen to my wolf’s grumbles nor think about the fact that I have not had any access to my mate and pups ever since they left. That abrupt disconnection from their Mum the last time I called and Erica picked up was nothing but cruelty.

Hearing Erica’s voice so briefly on the phone having just realised she’s of my blood had stoked my hunger. But the abrupt manner in which the Mum had screamed over the wire and then shut the call showed her volatile emotions have not in any way lessened.

And well, I was trying not to think of it or any other thing for that matter when something alerted me that I was no longer alone as I thought.

It has been almost twenty four hours since my Luna left the pack house in the strangest rush and even though I tried to stay out of the way, I could feel the tension in the air as everyone walked around me on tiptoes.

Even my men had all come up with an excuse or the other to be out of my