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“What can we help you with?”

Sebastian looks at his companions before turning back to me. “There has been talk of vampires and ferals on your land. Bodies are piling up. The council wonders if you have lost control over your area.”

“I understand your concern. But I assure you, we have everything under control.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” the scout with the curly hair argues. "Thirteen humans died in the last few months."

“Yes, and if it were not for my scouts patrolling the town, there would be more. Not to mention that one vampire and two ferals have already been dealt with.”

The scouts look at each other. “You killed a vampire?” Sabastian asks.

“My Beta did.” They all turn to look at me. Intrigue shines in their eyes.

“We will report this back to the council,” Sebastian says. “We’re here as a courtesy. The council has their hands full searching for the fugitive White Wolf and the property he stole.”

It grates my nerves hearing them talk about Ashara as if she is an inanimate object. She isn’t fucking property. She’s a person and the mate of a fellow wolf.

“I understand,” Chayton says, but I can hear the bite of anger in his tone. I don’t think he liked that reference to the witch being property, either.

“We’ve been trying to get in touch with the vampire council about the leeches running around your area, but they have their hands full at the moment. They’re busy trying to clean up the mess they created.”

This information gets my attention. What mess did they create? I know this has something to do with Michaela and her ex. Why else is she so worried about the council finding out about her here?

The one named Sebastian steps forward. “Deal with this problem, Alpha. You don’t want the council to come here.”

I can feel Chayton’s anger and wolf on the surface. He doesn’t like this punk scout talking to him that way. I place a hand on his shoulder. Now is not the time to cause a stir. We are harboring four fugitives. One of those fugitives is my mate. We needed to sulk it up and bite the bullet on this.

Chayton tamps down on his fury and buries it.

“Understood,” he grits out.

The scouts quickly make their way back to the jeep they came in. Chayton and I don’t move from the spot until we can no longer see the taillights of the jeep.

“Amir,”I call out to one of my closest scouts. “Make sure that jeep leaves town.”

“On it, Beta,”he replies.

“We need to lock in on those fucking ferals and vampires,” Chayton finally says, turning to me. “We can’t risk another pop-up visit from the council scouts or the council.”

“I agree. I’ll double the scouts and have them cover more ground. We will also change our patrol schedule. We need to catch one of those vampires alive.”

“I know you don’t want to hear this because she’s your mate, but we really need Michaela’s help right now. She is the most trained when it comes to vampires.”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I want to argue, but he’s right. She’s highly trained. It’s just hard for me as a wolf to risk my mate’s life.

“My mate is strong. She can handle herself. I chose well.”

“First of all, she’s our mate,”I explain to my wolf. “And second, you didn’t choose her. The moon goddess did.”

“I chose her first. You just weren’t listening.”

I refuse to argue with this wolf, instead I place my attention back on Chayton.

“I hear you, and I agree. I’ll talk to Michaela.”

After a full day of doing my Beta duties, I finally head back home. The moment I step on the bottom step of my shared cabin, a calm washes over me. I never thought I’d see the day where I was ready and excited to come home to my mate. When Ana died, I just assumed I’d never find the happiness of a mate again. I was wrong.

When I walk into the home, I’m greeted with Reggae music. Marley is standing at the island cutting up veggies. While Michaela is stirring a pot on the stove. They’re both swaying to the music. However, it is only Michaela’s dancing that catches my attention. The way her hips sway makes me want to pin her against that counter and bury my length deep inside her. She’s back in her regular attire of leggings and a long sleeve shirt.