Chapter 57

Weston

Although we couldn’t throw Alex a proper birthday party at the barbecue, I made sure she and I had our own celebration afterward in our room—candles, a few thoughtful gifts, and an all-night bout of passion. Elara (yes, Alex) practically screamed my name until dawn. My mom happily babysat Sam that night—and most of the next day—so I even skipped training. Let’s just say I got my workout in, twisting her into more positions than I can count. She’s unbelievably flexible.

Richard finally confirmed the Alpha meeting was set for Blackridge, and word was Cal was furious. He’d pushed for a different pack entirely—didn’t want every Alpha trampling his territory with all the recent drama.

When we arrived, I was the third Alpha to show up. Cal greeted me with a stiff nod—half-bow, no handshake—and pure hate in his eyes. His mother and sister flanked him; Hailey’s expression was borderline starstruck.

“Alpha Weston,” Cal said curtly.

“Alpha Cal,” I r