Chapter 107
LEAH
Selene brings me a bottle of water.
“Thank you.”
I’m surprised she didn’t bring me a cocktail or something.
“I noticed that you don’t eat anything or drink anything unless it comes from the stash of food you’re hoarding in your
bedroom.”
“You’ve been in my room?” I ask her.
“No. But I overheard when your mate-”
“Aaron is not my mate.”
“Your husband,” she corrects, “when he brought in all those trunks and boxes.” She shrugs. “I don’t blame you. Poison is easy enough to use, and, no offense, not everyone is happy to have you as Alpha.”
Gee thanks. But… “I appreciate you not sugar-coating things.”
She waves an elegant hand as if lying to me would be too
much effort.
Selene holds a glass in her hand, a highball of-I sniff-whiskey I think. It’s amber and smells pleasant.
“Who’s that?” she asks.
She inclines her glass toward the man at the opposite end of the hall, leaning negligently against the wall. But for as carefree as Tobin is supposed to look, it does nothing to disguise his true nature.
“Tobin Hilsdon.”
“From the Council?”
“Yes. He’s on special committees. An Enforcer of sorts, I think.” Selene looks smitten. “I’d be careful with that one,” I warn her.
“Now what fun would that be?”
She drains her drink then hands the empty glass to me.
I watch as she glides across the main hall directly toward
Tobin.
He stands abruptly as she nears.
Selene is tall and elegant. Curvy. She has a walk that would
make a dead man wake up and take notice.
Tobin is no exception.
She says something to him and then walks off.
And he trails behind her like a puppy.
“You ready?” Aaron asks.
He follows my gaze. “Oh, good. A distraction.”
It’s not like it was planned, but I suppose Selene’s attraction
did work in our favor.
“I’m sending my men up to carry down the trunks.”
“You think it’s okay? There are still a decent amount of people mulling around.”
“I’m thinking your brother might appreciate leading your packmates on a run tonight.”
I nod. “That’s a good idea.” After the way the Council treated him, I know he’s angry. Running in his true form will help with that, so will solidifying his position with our packmates. They
still look up to him.
Liam is across the room and I wave to him. He’s pis sed but after I share the idea of a run, he perks up.
“Yeah, I can do that,” he tells me. “It’s normally part of the
ceremony, anyway.”
“Yes. And if I was a real wolf, I’d be leading them. But I’m not. You are, brother. And I’m relying on you to support our pack in this way and for you to lead them when I cannot.”
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