Page 7 of Due North


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“She’s meant to be the new Luna Sovereign. My mate.”

Quinn’s hands still. “Tasha Jarreau? A Jarreau is your mate?” She moves around the chair and bends to look at me face-to-face.

Yes.

“Yes.”

“Sailor?” She calls out to the lean man with dark eyes and a Grecian nose. He moves instantly, prowling toward us warily. “Did you know this? That Paxton’s here about a Jarreau woman?”

Sailor narrows his eyes at me. “No.”

“Jarreau. That name mean something to you?” I’m surprised. From what I’ve gathered, the Jarreaus existed only on the outskirts of their original pack. And the brother is the only one who’s remained with the North Summit Pack.

“I like the old prophecies, but they’re mostly forgotten now,” Quinn says slowly. “From what Sailor’s told me, I guess it makes sense that you wouldn’t know about those. Most shifters don’t.”

I’m surprised Sailor knew anything to tell her. When he was rogue, I would have considered us allies but not friends. I figured he knew as little about me as I knew about him.

I’ve heard of the old prophecies before, but reading them is mostly considered a dead art. The Luna Sovereign is expected to know of them, but most families don’t pass down those old tales anymore. Even if they did, I didn’t have a family for them to be passed down from.

I don’t understand what I’m missing. I thought getting to my mate would be as easy as finding and claiming her.

“In the old prophecies, the Jarreaus are a symbol of war. One between old and new and between wolves and humans. I was admittedly a little curious about them myself after studying those prophecies, but at the time they were all living their lives quietly. I guess we all know that’s not quite the case now. Tess Jarreau’s reputation precedes her.”

Quinn looks at me with more interest than when I first walked in. When I called up Sailor, he mentioned that most shifters come to Cupid’s Pack hoping to force a mate bond with an unmated wolf.

I assured him I wasn’t coming for that, but maybe no one believed me until now.

“Sailor tells me you’re quick and ruled by logic. I’m sure you’ll hold your own in war, Paxton, but love will give you trouble.” She’s so matter-of-fact that it takes me a moment to realize she’s stuck a warning label on my mate bond.

“That’s not—“

“I know that’s not what you came to hear.” She sounds almost sorry about it. Quinn nudges Sailor away, sending him off to rejoin the other men as she returns to her place behind my chair to finish my haircut. “If you need someone to tell you to take your mate at any cost, I’m not the wolf for you. A mark should be something precious between two wolves, but it can also be poison.”

I’m not interested in her riddled warnings. “I only came because I need to know if it’s really possible my mate could have been bonded twice.”

“Of course it’s possible. Don’t tell me you’re a purist.”

“Absolutely fucking not.” The purists among shifters would have us live the way our ancestors did. Back then, being rogue was a death sentence. Shifters didn’t trust anyone outside their own pack.

“Your hair is done.” I can hear Quinn set the razor down seconds before she spins my chair so that I’m facing her guards. “You see my men?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve been marked by each of them. It takes a very closed mind to think love can only look one way. Our ancestors may have believed that a wolf could only have one true mate, but I do not.”

As the Cupid’s Pack Luna, she’s as much an authority on what’s allowed between mates as the Luna Sovereign would be.

The idea of sharing Tasha with another shifter makes my wolf snarl. Good for Quinn and the rest of them if that’s their version of the mate bond. But the only version I care about is one where Tasha belongs to me. Rightfully so.

According to Tess and Dominic, her first bonded mate is gone. There’s no competition. So the only thing left for me to do now is go to her. Even if she’s reluctant to take a new mate, I’ll explain to her what Quinn has said. With a Cupid’s Pack stamp of approval, no one will argue my claim to her.

I just… have to somehow get through the most guarded pack in existence to get to her. Already, my wolf is forming a plan. I don’t care how tight security is, Tasha Jarreau does not belong to the Sovereign Pack.

Nothing is going to keep me from her. She won’t be the next Luna Sovereign. She’s going to be ours.

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Tasha

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