Zara lifts her hands up to her mouth, covering it with the sleeves of her oversized sweatshirt, and nods, avoiding eye contact with me. I’ve told her several times, I would prefer if she calls me Mom, but I understand why she doesn’t feel like she can. Until five months ago, she always had a mother to take care of her. Someone to go to with all her problems. Now she has Keller. She’s learning to trust Phil and Estelle and me. I suppose Jasper and Sam as well. None of us could ever pretend to replace her mother or father. It seems like they were very close, which makes the situation that much more difficult. We all just want the best for her.
“Zara, it’s quite alright.” I adjust the hair elastic, replacing the bun, then stroke her back. “I would feel honored for you to think of me as someone you can call ‘Mom’, but I understand if you can’t. You have a mom, even if she isn’t in your life anymore.”
She nods again, looking around the room as she collects her thoughts, a
Keller’s POV “Okay, but how do you know which ones are like Zara? What did you call her? Sigma?” Jasper looks down the dark alley, hesitant to go in. After going over the plan for a few hours at Cozy Up, then driving around looking for any sign of sigmas working the streets, we finally found an abandoned warehouse that looks promising. “Uh, yeah. Sigma, but don’t call them that until you’re sure they trust you. It could scare them off.” I zip my coat up tighter and head into the alley. “First off, only girls with blue eyes. Second, they are usually on drugs or drunk. So find girls who seem like wasted.” “Blue eyed, wasted girls. That’s basically half the chicks I know, Kell.” Jasper seems on edge as we walk down the alley to a half-open door. I step into the abandoned-looking building and take a deep breath. I definitely smell female wolves. None of them are in heat. “Trust me, Jas. These are not like the girls, you know. Anothe
“Pocket, why are you stressing? It’s stressing me out.” I stop her from one more round of zipping back and forth between the bedroom and office. “Keller, finals are in two days!” She takes me by the arms and gives me a frazzled look. “Where did the time go?!” “Okay, well, you have been studying nonstop for over a month. Even when you were in heat, you had two study group sessions on video chat when you needed to be in bed. I bit my tongue because I know how important school is to you. Trust me, I wanted to say something.” I place my hands on her waist and give her a playful shake to break her mood. “Zara, it’s going to be okay. You are going to do great in your finals. I’m sure of it.” She pulls her fingers through her scalp and pulls her hair into tight clumps. “Oh, my Goddess. I need to review specific gravities.” “No. No, you don’t. Not tonight anyway.” I shake my head, guiding her away from the office. “Tonight, you’re going on a date with your bo
The library is full of students getting last-minute studying done before finals week starts. I stride past everyone, not bothering to say hello to familiar faces. I follow Zara’s scent to a study room on the third floor. She’s facing the whiteboard, showing her study group something that looks like a complex cell structure. One girl is standing next to her, pointing something out. I hesitate when I see her interacting with her friends, but goaded by Rocky, my temper gets the best of me when I remember she manipulated me to sleep for almost twenty hours. I don’t know what pulled me out of the sleep state, but I’m lucky I did. There are countless accounts of male wolves doing stupid shit because of a sigma manipulation. We had a client a few years ago that drove his car off a bridge because of it. Another one gave almost all his belongings, including his home and furnishings, to charity before his family could stop him. It’s a dark side of the ability that isn’t
“Keller, calm down. Where did you see her last?” Mom tries to speak slowly, but I can hear the anger and panic in her voice. “At the university library. Third floor bathroom around three o’clock.” I pace in the hall, looking at my watch again. “It’s already ten-thirty, Mom. She should have been home hours ago… I fucked up. I was so mad. How could I have grabbed her like that or yelled at her? I’m so fucking stupid.” “And you pinged her phone location?” Mom asks for the third time. “Yeah. She must have turned it off.” I rub my fingers over my forehead. “Mom, what do I do? I told her I would be home when she was ready to talk. I can’t just leave. What if she comes back and I’m not here?” “Dad and I will head to town now. We will stop by the library. Do you have the names of her study group friends? We will see if Security can help us get ahold of them.” I hear Mom’s fingers snapping at Dad in the background while I name off some people Zara has mentione
“Ah, no. First, you’re going to tell me where you’ve been.” I sit up so she is on my lap, straddling me. I take her scarf off and unzip her coat, tossing them to the side. I take her chin in my hand and turn her head from side to side, running my fingers over her skin. “Then we are going to talk about what happened. I have to call everyone and let them know you’re home. There’s no way we will have time to talk after that.” “What are you doing, Keller?” Zara tries to pull her head away. “What are you looking for?” “I’m making sure you’re not hurt. Force of habit.” I say, pulling up her sleeves so I can look her over. “I haven’t seen you in close to a week. Placate me.” “Okay. Mostly, I’ve been in the computer labs and the library. A girl from my study group let me sleep on her sofa. It was a lot more comfortable than living in the forest, so it wasn’t that bad.” She purses her lips and looks a little embarrassed. “I should have messaged you to tell you I was s
“Oh Honey! Zara’s really back?” Mom cries and throws her arms around neck as soon as I open the door. “Where is she? Is she okay? Does she need anything? What can we do to help?” “Hi Mom. Hi Dad.” I bury my head into Mom’s shoulder. Her hugs always make me feel better. “Zara’s fine. Better than fine. She’s in her office with Estelle right now.” “Why do you look pale?” Dad ruffs my hair back and holds his hand on forehead. His gray eyes look over me with concern. “Estelle had to do bloodwork.” I release Mom and let them into the condo. “Blood work? Whatever for? You’re healthy.” Mom scoffs at the idea, then also looks concerned. “Wait, you’re healthy, right?” “Yes Mom. Healthy as a horse, minus the vials of blood Estelle has in her bag.” I rub my fingers over my head, hoping Rocky can take this headache away sooner than later. “Something I said gave Zara a revelation. She insisted Estelle needed to come over right away and draw blood. They are in there now, discussing what result
Estelle and I head to the kitchen while Zara gets a shower. Half an hour later, Zara drags herself out of the bedroom and leans heavily against me while I stand against the kitchen counter. “Tired, Pocket?” I kiss the top of her damp hair and wrap my arms around her to pull her close. “Exhausted.” She yawns and wraps her arms tighter around my waist. I move her hair off the back of her shirt and rub slow circles to help soothe her. I can feel how tired she is through our mate bond. “Too exhausted for dinner?” Mom asks from her spot at the breakfast bar. “And we’re all dying to hear more about your development for the sigma cure, Zara.” “I would love some dinner. Thank you, Mom.” Zara pulls away from my hug and smiles at Mom. I pick Zara up and sit her on the counter so she doesn’t have to stand up. I hand her a plate of food and watch as she takes a few bites. She nods happily at Mom and gives her a thumbs up. Her face brightens up when Mom hands her a tall glass of apple juice.
“You think there’s something wrong with me?” I can’t stop the defensive tone. “What the fuck? There’s nothing wrong with me, Zara.” “Hey, dummy. Haven’t you learned your lesson yet?” Rocky growls. “Stupid human ego. Don’t be a jerk to our mate.” “Keller, stop it. No one is saying there’s anything wrong with you.” Estelle steps forward, stopping me from saying anything else, and puts herself between Zara and me. “What she’s saying is, something about you is different from other male werewolves for you to have a sigma for a mate. What if figuring out what that unique thing could help Zara or girls like her? What if there was a way to identify if a wolf is actually a sigma’s mate, not just manipulated or obsessed with one? That would help everyone. Right?”. Behind Estelle, Zara is looking down at her hands in her lap. She swallows hard, trying to fight back tears. All the excited energy is gone, and she looks self-conscious, blinking rapidly as her eyes become watery. The change in he