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My Violet approached hesitantly. I tried not to show that I was hyper aware of her every little movement. She’d been a shadow against the wall behind us while Graham and I sat on the edge of the platform. The same spot he was almost going to mate himself to Hester. The barn was the hub for every event or large meeting. Violet settled in the space between us, her feet kicking out as she listened. Listened as I should be doing.

Pack enforcers and a few elders sat in the seats across from us. Graham had recapped the attack.

“We can’t let this stand.” Adan bared his teeth.

“Agreed,” Graham rumbled. “I called Elton. He was already on the way down, aware that his female was on her way here to attack our Luna. He will be arriving to our pack by sunset.”

Violet gasped. “What?”

We hadn’t said anything to her on the drive here. And she hadn’t tried to argue when we tossed that bitch that attacked her in the back of the truck. Graham took every dip and bump he could find. I leaned back, placing my boots flat on the ground.

“You can’t let him on pack land, Graham.” She turned to him and grabbed his arm. “He’s worse than you think.”

A muscle jumped in his jaw.

I hoped he was worse so I had a perfect excuse to rip out his throat. “I shouldn’t have told you anything,” she mumbled.

Graham whirled on her. He was about to blow up on her. She needed to be chained up in a fucking room to keep her ass safe. Her life mattered more than anything. Instead of snarling at her, he turned back to the others who remained on edge, sensing his fury.

“Alpha?” One of the elder’s voices warbled. “While I have you all here, I’ve been meaning to bring this up. Will we be using our Luna’s unique abilities?”

“Unique abilities?” Violet perked up. “What unique abilities?”

“Out,” Graham barked. Immediately, the twelve werewolves exited.

“Apologies, Alpha, Luna, I meant no disrespect,” the elder male wolf said.

“It’s okay?—”

“We will discuss later,” Graham cut her off. She glared up at him. Graham closed his eyes, and I watched her stand, shuffling from foot to foot. It was clear she didn’t want to be here.

Violet tugged at the hem of her shirt, making it press against her body. My attention kept dropping to the swell of her breasts hinting through the oversized shirt, like it tried to block the curves but utterly failed.

My wolf thrashed, but I held myself back from comforting her as my instincts ordered.

Her eyes remained downcast, submissive, but there was an underlying tension lining her shoulders. She peeked up at him through her eyelashes.

“Don’t be mad,” she whined. Her eyes flipped from him to me. The stiffness melted off Graham and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.

“Violet,” I growled. She jumped, focusing on me. I patted my thigh. Her shoulders relaxed, and she crawled into my lap to nuzzle my neck. A purr vibrated in my chest.

Our sweet mate. I would never be able to resist her.