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Chapter

Five

Elena

Pulling into the driveway after finishing work, my little brother is playing on the grass with his soccer ball. I am supposed to be meeting Alisha for training but am now considering canceling because I have felt terribly ill all day.

Usually, after training, we head out of town to meet up with Jake, so I sigh, wanting to see him because I haven’t seen him in a week. I have been struck down with some violent stomach bug that has had me racing for the toilet for the last couple of days to upturn my stomach.

Climbing out of the car, Luke rushes over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I mess his hair, and he unwraps his little arms from around my waist, looking up at me.

“Come play with me, Elena,” he whines, grabbing my hand and tugging me toward the grass.

“I have to get ready to go meet Alisha. And I don’t feel too good.”

“Please, please, twenty minutes,” he pouts, and I roll my eyes before sighing.

“Fine. Twenty minutes, and that’s it,” I tell him, tossing my handbag on the step. I kick my heels off and am about to follow him when the front door bursts open.

“Elena!” my father bellows, making me jump.

I peer over my shoulder at him.

“My office. Now!” he growls before stalking off into the house.

I look back at Luke, holding his soccer ball. He drops it, and I frown at his disappointment.

“I’m sorry, buddy. I’ll be right back,” I tell him, but it’s clear he doesn’t believe me.

Usually, when Dad calls for me, I am stuck at his side for fucking hours. Leaning down, I grab my heels and handbag before walking up the porch steps of the packhouse. I slip inside, shutting the screen door behind me.

I place my keys in the bowl on the hall stand, my handbag next to it, and put my shoes by the door. With a sigh, I make my way to the back of the house toward his office, wondering how long this will take because I promised to meet Alisha and Jake. He is our best friend and human, a pleasant change from the assholes I have to deal with in the packs daily.

Unfortunately for me, he is also gay because, damn, that man is fine. We are meeting him at the store he owns just outside the city before heading to the movies. Since my father declared I would never be handed the pack, I have avoided him at all costs except for dinner.

Pushing the heavy door open, I find my father sitting at his enormous oak desk. He has been glaring at the door before I even walked in, with his arms folded across his chest.

Great, what have I done now?

“Shut the door,” he snarls, and I do before taking a seat at his desk.

The moment I sit down, he slides my phone across the desk to me. I grab it, relief flooding me. I’ve spent all morning looking for the thing before work.

“Where did you find it?” I ask him, unlocking the screen.

“Doesn’t matter. What I want to know is why Alpha Axton is calling you,” he says, and my blood runs cold.

I glance at him, only to avert my gaze when he growls at me.

“Had an interesting chat with him. He claims you are his mate. Is that true?”

I swallow before opening my mouth, only to snap it closed when his aura washes over me.

“Don’t lie to me. Is he your mate?” he demands, and I grit my teeth, glaring daggers at him.

“Yes, he is.”

My father drops his aura and goes to say something, but I hold my hand up.

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