(Jackson’s POV)
“Well look what we have here” I snarled as I walked into the clearing “If it isn’t my not so loyal Beta” I had seen Brady just as he had snapped the neck of that imbecile Nash. As I got closer I saw him holding his mate. I watched them as he comforted her. He was so gentle and caring. Before her Brady had been a different sort. He had always been ready for a good time with the supply of Omega’s that we kept around and I could pinpoint to the day that he had met his mate. Everything changed, he stopped drinking as much, stopped going out. He disappeared on weekends on private business.
I got why, a fated mate is an awful weapon in the wrong hands and my father had taken a dislike to Brady pretty much after his own father had left the pack. If my father had known that Brad
