Wes’s POV
A week.
I’ve spent. . . Or more, I’ve wasted a whole week. . . And still no progress, although this morning's training is a little different.
Archer finally leaving his cave to join us, mate pinned heavily to his side.
Seven sessions.
And not one pairing have dared to touch.
On the first day, I got the females to choose their male partners by scent alone, hoping they would be attracted to their mates. But that’s all fu*king useless if they still won’t touch each other.
I relent.
Again I relent as I dismiss the Lycans before me, hoping tonight will bring me better luck.
The mating ball.
My final chance.
Because Mish’s growing stomach is also like a ticking clock.
Tomorrow.
We need to go home tomorrow.
Tell our parents.
Our pack.
Announce . . . Everything.
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