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CHAPTER SEVEN

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CHAPTER SEVEN

LANCE POV

After Max and I dropped Willow over the border we returned to our hangout, only to find Max's mate Gloria and her posse of screeching she wolves.

“What the Fuk are you doing here? Haven’t you done enough?” I yelled at the stupid she-wolf.

“We were just trying to help, send her a message to stay away. We thought you would be happy with us!” Gloria informs us.

My temper rising further, “She has family and friends here, people will ask questions, people who care about her! Did you even give that a thought?” I asked and poked my finger into her forehead. I yell loud in her face, I cant help the small amount of joy in the way she flinches away from me, showing fear at my temper.

“LEAVE!” I bellowed at her, she seriously needs to get out of my face. I couldn’t help the small thrill that slid down my spine as I watch her back away, fear evident on her face. I know she is Max's mate but pulling this s**t is going too far, and both her and Max know it.

After she and her posse had left, I made sure that Maxwell understood that there will be consequences for her behaviour, and they will definitely be severe. She needs a big reminder of who she is and her place in our pack.

At this time the stupid she-wolf should consider herself lucky that I haven't banished her back to the pack with no chance of finishing her studies, that will without thought be her consequence if she steps out of line again. Then her only option would be to reapply for entry in two years, as the intakes here are bi-annually, that would leave her to start with the next lot of pups to make the grade. Now that makes me smile.

“Max, I think it would be wise if I take a couple of days before I speak to her, that should also give you enough time to tell her to keep her mouth shut, and she is not to do anything without your knowledge. I will speak to her in a couple of days advising Max of my requirements and it gives me time to cool off some or I may just rip her throat out.

Now I have to work out how to deal with all this, do some damage control, I'll also have to make sure that none of her gaggle says anything, although I can use my Alpha Command on pack members that will ensure they say nothing.

Max and I spend a couple more hours just hanging out, relaxing and attempting to put the previous hours behind me.

With my selfish desires and wants, I need to get rid of some of this tension and stress. Grabbing my phone I pull up Charlotte’s number and text her,

:: Hey Char, I need to work off some stress! U up? ::

She won’t turn me down she‘s so eager. As expected it only took a few seconds, almost instant, her response came through.

:: Of course Alpha, you know anytime xoxo ::

Grinning up at my friend, his eyes taking on a smirk when he sees my face, “Hey Max, I think it's time I went and visited Charlotte, I need to let off some tension and she will never turn me down.”

Max drops me at Charlotte’s and I leave him to head home to his mate.

I don’t even get to the door and Charlotte has the door swung wide open and she is standing there in some skimpy lingerie, while she has a good body and she serves her purpose, she's not Luna material but I could see her being my side piece, or at least one of them.

It makes me wonder what her parents think when she dresses like that, if someone saw her right now, they would think she was living in a bloody sorority, not at home with her parents.

I'll spend the next few hours here have my fill and leave before the sun comes up. Then I will have will have to start on the damage control before any one says or does anything to cause me issues.

WILLOW POV

It feels like hours that I have laid here with constant beeping from irritating machines that I feel sure I no longer need.

Trying to piece things together I close my yes and try so very hard to remember anything, even my own name would be a start, I can feel something in my head , I know he said my wolf is alert and healing me, so I am guessing it is her I can feel.

With my head beginning to hurt from trying to remember anything , so I decide to try not to think about it too much for now, picking up one of the magazines that have been left next to the bed leaning back I begin flicking through the pages.

I stop, when on the page I have just flicked to there is a picture of Carmine, intrigued I begin to read the article.

This is the same man, he-wolf, Lycan, reading those words I couldn’t help the gasp of surprise I felt on my own face. My eyes wide I continue to look over the pictures, completely speechless.

He is one of the two Lycan Prince’s, he and his brother are next in line to take over from their father, they will manage half the country each.

I know my mouth is hanging open and I am completely oblivious to my surroundings when the nurse comes in to check on me again.

“Are you okay Miss?” she asks looking worriedly at me. “Oh! Um, yeah sorry,” I say with an awkward chuckle. Her smile is comforting and just grows larger as she sees the magazine on my lap.

“He is rather deliciously all he-wolf, isn't he? You were very lucky that he found you when he did and he has been here every minute since he bought you in.” Her words said with such admiration.

“Umm, I..... I..... I suppose he is dreamy, I wasn't really reading it, I was surprised to see him in the magazine I guess.” I said trying to deflect the attention away from this topic.

“Now you seem to be looking almost healed your wolf has done a great job, so how about I turn these machines to silent for you, you can watch the television or read, I will help you get up to have a shower before your meal comes if you like.” Her words soft and gentle.

My smile made her chuckle, “I guess they were annoying you a little?” her words making my own smile wider. “Just a little" I say with an embarrassed chuckle.

Placing the call bell back on the bed she pat my leg, handing me the remote and leaving to return back to where she came.

The quiet is a mixed blessing, the beeping was so very annoying, but now I have silence its almost deafening.

I pick the pile of magazines up and look at each one in an attempt to find something interesting to read. I find one that talks about the mate mixers and how many wolves have now found their mates and relocation are well underway with packs gaining and losing members as they all settle into their new roles within them.

I am looing through the article when there is a knock on the door, looking up I grin to see he is back, a smile, flowers and a cute stuffed wolf “for protection" he says as I stroked toy smiling at it's fur's softness and it's smiling grin.