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“Which court did he file in?”
“His mate’s; Shadow Pack. Alpha John’s pack.”
Fuck! I was hoping he would have said Valen’s pack.
“Wait, she’s from Shadow Pack?”
“Uh yes, she’s the Beta’s daughter.”
I blink at him, racking my brain for the name.
“Wait, Amber Zimmer?”
“Yeah, do you know her?”
“Yeah, I went–”
Marcus elbows me, and I realize I was about to admit to going to school with her. She was one of Ava’s best friends.
“We should go; I need to get Everly over to Alpha Valen’s to pick up Valarian,” Marcus tells him.
“Oh yes, Kalen told me it was being announced at the Alpha meeting when I called him. The pack will be stoked that Valen finally found his mate.”
“Once they get over the shock of his mate being a rogue?” I mumble.
“Uh, well, yes, but the pack will love you,” Officer Richards says. I doubt that, but sigh.
“Well, we should go; keep us updated,” Marcus says, winding his window up and turning the car around. “Valen’s?”
“Yes. Then I need to go break the news to Zoe,” I tell him, and he nods.
“She can fight it,” Marcus tells me.
“She’s rogue, and the custody case will be heard in my father’s pack.”
Marcus seems to think for a second. “You think he would interfere?”
“I know he will if he finds out she’s my friend.”
He nods, and we drive to Valen’s in silence.
ChapterFifty-One
Marcus drives me to Valen’s hotel, and I can’t help but notice the strange looks I receive as I step out of his car. I wait for him before following him inside the grand place; people stare openly. I roll my eyes and fight the urge to tell them off, stabbing the elevator button with my finger a little too viciously in my annoyance.
Marcus raises an eyebrow at me before smirking and shaking his head. Looking around the lobby while we wait, I make eye contact with a few people who stare in shock at seeing a rogue. Anyone would think I had two heads with the way they stare like I’m some mutant. I stare back until they look away.
“Not trying to cause trouble at all,” Marcus teases, clicking his tongue.
“I am not the problem—they are,” I tell him, and he nods.
“It won’t be an issue soon.”
“It shouldn’t be an issue at all.”
Marcus sighs; there’s no point in arguing over whose views are right or wrong. The elevator doors open, and I step inside. Marcus pulls a key from his pocket, placing it in the keyhole, and twisting it before pressing the button to the penthouse. I tap my foot impatiently.
“I take it you are not happy with your mate?” Marcus chuckles.
