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 ites 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


    me 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 ss 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 ss 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 specialmittees. 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 ss 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


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    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 nned, 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.”


    “Yeah. Of course.”


    He hugs me.


    Tears mist in my eyes. “Thank you for supporting me, Liam.”


    He squeezes me tighter. “We’ll figure this out together,” he tells


    1.


    “Yes.” I draw back. “I’m going to go and get some of my things


    back from Aaron’s.”


    “Now?”


    “I could really use a few minutes out of the spotlight… and trust me, no one in Pack Rathborn is looking


    at me twice.”


    His smile is wry.


    Liam walks oft, calling to the pack to muster for a run and I watch them go.


    I’m hit so hard with a pang of jealousy.


    Then Aaron takes my hand. “Come with me.”