Chapter Fifteen
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“Serena?”
She shook her head and looked into the alpha’s blue eyes. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I was just asking if you would be more comfortable living in a packhouse.”
“Oh, uh, yeah. That would probably be safest for all involved.”
Aiden frowned and shot a glance at his brother, who looked equally troubled. “You won’t have those kinds of issues here. This pack is full of wolves that had trouble finding a place to belong. No one’s going to give you trouble over the fact that you are a turned wolf.”
His words sounded good, but having lived the life she had over the past few years and seeing the way werewolves treated her and wolf, Serena would have to see it to believe it. But all she said was, “That’ll be a nice change.”
She could tell the alpha didn’t believe her when he narrowed his eyes, but thankfully he dropped it. “I’ll have a packhouse cleaned up for you today. It’ll be ready for you by tomorrow morning.”
The hand that felt like it was permanently squeezing Serena’s chest loosened the smallest bit. This was really happening.
“Thank you. I’d really appreciate that.”
Aiden had an easy smile on his face. “You’re welcome. You’ll be happy here. Don’t worry.”
Serena’s shoulders drooped as the weight that had settled on them finally fell off. A weight she’d felt bearing down on her ever since she’d come to an agreement with the council.
Aiden turned to Alaric again. “Can you have Alistair send three of the women to prepare the house for Serena?"
He nodded and left the office.
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