“Calm down—you’re hurting everyone’s ears. Just explain yourself.” My mom sat next to me at the table, rubbing her head.
“Last month, Brandon turned eighteen, and I was wearing Amy’s dress. He scented around me and said I smelled divine. But when I’m not wearing her clothes, he has zero interest in me.” Shannon pouted.
“So he likes the way I smell, doesn’t mean we are mates.” I pointed out. Completely and utterly denouncing Brandon as a mate. If I didn’t accept him, he would never be my mate anyway, and I would never accept him. That was the only thing I was sure of.
Brandon would be the last male I would ever touch this time around.
“Stop being obtuse Amy. We all know what it means when a wolf likes your smell.” Shannon started to cry and buried her head in her hands. “He’s the male I want, Daddy. The only one I would ever accept. But he wants her.” She pointed to me.
I scoffed. “I don’t want your sloppy seconds, Shannon. Even if he was my mate, and I am not saying he is. It would be a cold day in hell before I accepted him as a mate. I would take the Lycan King over Brandon.” I threw my head back and laughed when she gasped.
The Lycan King was the bogeyman of all wolves.
The last Lycan to exist and if the whispers were true, prefers to live in the wild instead of the capitol. It’s said the only wolves that ever see his face are the council that oversees the packs.
But either way, I wasn’t lying. I would take the King as a mate before I would even look in Brandon’s vicinity.
“You’re lying. He’s the Alpha.” Megan’s whisper was full of venom.
“And?” I rolled my eyes. “I’m an Alpha.”
“Everyone wants to be the Luna.”
“Idiots want to be the Luna.” I turned back and finished my food as Morgan calmed her down. My mom stood when she heard a horn.
“That’s for you.”
I nodded as I stood and kissed my mother goodbye before I left.
Chapter Four
I
put my bags in the trunk and slipped into the backseat. I’d barely taken a breath before I launched myself over the seats and into the driver’s arms.
His laugh made my eyes prickle. “Hey love bug.”
“Uncle Ronnie. I’ve missed you.” I climbed over the seats and sat up front. “What are you doing here?” Ronnie was my dad’s Beta. Not related, but he had been there for most of my life.
“You think I was going to let my cheeky niece come to pack lands alone? Not on your life.”
“Dad sent you?” I laughed.
“Dad sent me. He is a worrywart your dad.” He smiled over and laughed with me. “As soon as your mom called, he sent me with the jet.”
“He didn’t have to.” I just shook my head and buckled my seatbelt.
“Of course he did. He never gets to see you enough, and now you’re spending the summer. What’s going on?” My uncle looked at me and I just shook my head.
“I don’t want to be here.”
“Why?”
I looked down at my hands that were twisted nervously on my lap. “I’m afraid that my mate is here and I don’t want to be right. I figured if I ran away, I could push off the inevitable.”
“Why wouldn't you want your mate?” My uncle asked as he zipped down the highway toward the airport.
“I’ll tell both you and dad, just not now.” My uncle looked over at me, searching my face and then nodding.
