Welcome to the Whispering Pine Pack
1304 Words
Brax POV
One hour later, Veronica finally came out of the packhouse, looking very, very angry—while a few omegas had begun placing her bags on the ground.
We’re going to need a bigger car, Ezra chuckled.
“You,” she snapped her fingers at Beta Jackson, who was leaning against the car, “get my bags,”
Jackson’s eyes flickered to his, before pushing off the car and heading to the bags, picking them up with a bit more force than needed.
I didn’t know you were a bellhop now, Ezra shot through the multi mind-link. Brax chuckled at Jackson’s not too nice response.
Got a goddess damn Princess for a Luna, he grumbled.
“Veronica,” her father said softly behind the group, standing on the packhouse steps.
“Yes, Daddy,” she smiled, walking up to him as if she was a little girl again.
“I need you to be good. And listen to your mate. He’ll take care of you,” Alpha Robert continued. Brax felt a tinge of guilt in his stomach for what he had planned, but he quickly shook it off. It was their fault for not raising her better.
“Be safe—and don’t forget to wear your bracelet,” her father whispered, before kissing her forehead.
Now that caught Brax’ attention.
What’s up with the bracelet? Ezra asked.
Don’t know. Don’t care. Brax replied. Not his problem. She would be back home with Daddy before he even wanted to know.
“Where’s mom?” Veronica asked, looking past her father, to the packhouse entrance.
“She’s not coming. She—had some things to do,” her father said, a flicker of something crossing his face, before he smiled again and said goodbye to his daughter.
When she noticed Jackson throwing her bags into the car, Veronica stormed towards him.
“Be careful! Those bags contain expensive shoes!” She snapped, but Jackson ignored her and threw them in any way.
“They’re Louboutins, you monster!” she shrieked, before her eyes fell on the bag Jackson was currently holding. “And that’s my very expensive make-up.”
The Beta looked her dead in the eye and aggressively tossed it in the trunk, never breaking eye contact with Veronica.
She let out a huge dramatic gasp, before turning to Brax—fuming.
“Did you see that?! Are you going to let your lackies disrespect me like that?!”
“Hey, what did I do?” Ezra asked with an amused grin, holding up his hands. Brax rolled his eyes.
“Goddess help me,” he mumbled under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “Those lackies you’re referring to, are my Beta Jackson, and my Delta, Ezra,” Brax said, pointing to each in turn, “and I would like for you to respect them. They do help me run the pack after all,”
“Well, you don’t need them anymore,” she purred, smiling like it was a gift. “You’ve got me now.” She ran her fingers up his arm.
Girl’s a Goddess damn war general now, Ezra snorted, while Jackson scoffed.
Does she even know anything about packs?!
Brax’ eyes flickered to Alpha Robert, who had an apologetic look on his face, and shrugged.
“Are we sitting in the backseat?” Veronica purred, still standing next to Brax.
“Uh—actually, I’m driving,” Brax pulled out of her grasp and walked around the car—snatching the keys out of Ezra’s hand.
No way I’m sitting next to that demon in the backseat! Jackson snapped. Brax could see Ezra’s smirk falter, before looking at Veronica.
“Why don’t you sit next to the Alpha,” Ezra suggested, smiling at Veronica.
“Finally, someone with a brain,” Veronica sighed, nodding approvingly.
I’m going to beat you once we’re back in the pack. Brax grumbled.
They all got in, ready to leave when—
“Um, hello!? The door?!” Veronica looked at Brax expectantly through the car window, her arms held up.
“Goddess help me,” he grumbled again, before getting out and opening the door.
This was going to be a long ride.
“I’m hungry. Are we there yet?” Veronica whined for the fourth time.
It’s like traveling with a toddler, Jackson grumbled.
“Almost,” Brax grinned, pulling into a dirt road.
“You’re pack doesn’t have…roads? Like… paved roads? With signs? And names?” Veronica asked hesitantly, staring at all the dust flying around the car as it plowed through the dirt.
Brax didn’t answer right away—he just watched her clutch her handbag like it might protect her from the dirt.
“Hmm, unfortunately, no. That would cost a lot, and well… you’ll see,” Brax feigned sadness.
She’s already getting nervous, Ezra chuckled, watching Veronica twist her hands—while her brows pulled together.
But the best part of all? When Brax pulled up at the gate to the warrior post. There were two warriors on each side, flanking the gate. Veronica’s mouth nearly dropped open.
“Thanks, Ryan,” Brax said, after the guard let them in.
He parked the car, and got out, walked to the other side and opened Veronica’s door.
She took Brax’s hand, looking around as though she was in a daze—and stepped right into the mud.
“My shoes!” she shrieked.
“Oh, sorry about that,” Brax said, holding back a laugh.
“Where are the omegas with the towels?” She asked next, looking around expectantly.
“Towels?” Brax asked, looking puzzled.
“You know, the ones they wipe your face and hands with after a long ride? Those warm little towels?!”
Oh, this is going to be delicious, Jackson snorted.
“Yeah, we don’t have that here,” Brax said, turning away from her and walking further into the camp. Veronica hobbled after him, her heels sinking into the damp grass.
“Please tell me that we’ve just stopped here to… pick something up or whatever,” she asked, looking around wildly. Jackson and Ezra were following behind them.
“Nope, this is our pack,” Brax said, without looking at her. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to contain his laughter.
They stopped in front of a large tent.
“And this…is the packhouse,” Brax said with a straight face, while Ezra had to turn around because he couldn’t stop laughing and Jackson just smirked.
“W-what? Your packhouse is a t—tent?” Veronica stammered, a look of disgust on her face.
“Welcome to the Whispering Pine Pack,” Brax beamed, stretching out his arms.
“No, no, no, no. No, this is not what I signed up for! I—I have standards…” Veronica stammered in horror.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.” Brax smiled.
“And tonight,” Brax continued, gesturing to a nearby firepit, “we take turns cooking for the pack. You’re up first.”
“C—cooking?” Veronica repeated like he’d just asked her to skin a bear.
“Pack tradition,” Jackson added with a grin. “You’ll love it.”
She looked absolutely horrified.
“Wait until she sees training tomorrow,” Ezra added, trying to make it even worse.
“Training?” Veronica whipped around. “Why would I train? I’m not a warrior.”
“Luna leads by example,” Brax shrugged. “Don’t worry. We’ll find you boots.” he said with a wink, leaning into her a little.
Veronica froze, blinking at him like he’d suggested cannibalism.
“Boots?” she repeated slowly, voice rising. “You want me to wear—”
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