Chapter 33. Pack House

Paris rolled over and curled into a ball facing me. I took a moment to stroke her hair and watch her as she slept. It sounded creepy but I had to stop and remind myself that she was mine and the possibilities for us were endless.

In order for those possibilities to become reality I needed to eliminate certain obstacles. I kissed Paris’ forehead and slipped out of bed.

The back had loose ends. I had unfinished business and my enemies were as vast as the ocean. To keep my mate and our future safe I had to flex my muscles.

I had the option of the Bentley or the Porsche but I decided to roll with my men. I slipped into the back of the black SUV.

“Alpha,” two men and one female said.

My men and Venus. I could feel Loki seething and I smirked.

“Brent, to the pack house,” I said.

“You got it, boss,” he replied.

“Your Uncle’s waiting for you in your office,” Loki said.

What could Gary want this time?

“You make a better