Twenty Six year old Blake Hunter is the Alpha of the largest pack in the region. Finding his mate is the last thing on his mind.
But, in the midst of dealing with uninvited relations, aspiring future Lunas and increasing rogue attacks on his easter...
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"Am I mistaken then?" Hannah cast her scathing gaze over the crowd of women that had gathered, eager not to miss out on any of the drama. "Is malicious gossip considered polite behaviour in this pack?"
Gritting her teeth she scanned their shocked and indignant faces. Poorly hidden glimpses of gleefully malicious excitement mixed with many of their outwardly offended expressions. Hannah realised to her dismay that she had allowed them to provoke her. But angry, as much with herself as with the hostile she-wolves, she plunged on.
"Have you learned enough about me yet?" she asked. Tears threatened behind her eyes, the world swimming in and out of view, but she pushed them back, determined not to give them the satisfaction. "So, which am I?" She swung around from one group to another as she spoke, her red hair catching the light like flames on a bonfire, her voice rising clearly above the undercurrent of whispers. "The naked whore" - her voice cracked for a second - "or the filthy rogue?"
She glared at them all, her jaw clenched, arms crossed defensively across her chest. Several of the women looked mortified to be called out in such a manner, looking anywhere but at Hannah. The nurses in particular, having so eagerly discussed her state of undress, blushed furiously at being caught out. The more devoted socialites merely sneered and smirked at her discomfort, safe in the knowledge that they were pack and she wasn't.
"You disgust me." Hannah's accent thickened as her anger grew. "I would have answered all of your questions had you bothered to talk to me."
She glared accusingly at several of the most prominent gossipers. Women who had spent half the afternoon throwing themselves unashamedly at their Alpha but judged her when they believed she'd done the same.
"It doesn't matter who you are." She glared spitefully at the woman in the ridiculous hat. "Common decency costs nothing, politeness costs nothing, kindness costs nothing. Congratulations, you're a disgrace to your family names and to your pack! It's quite clear you're not worth my time or effort."
Big hat paled; her fingers clenched tightly around an unfortunate napkin. She opened her mouth to deliver a blistering retort, but Hannah was having none of it and deliberately turned her back on the unfortunate socialite.
"My mother" - Hannah turned her attention back to the potato salad woman whose friends at least had the good grace to look suitably abashed - " would be ashamed to be associated with any of you two-faced cows!"
A deathly silence fell across the garden.
"Show some damn respect!" The bottle blonde's strident voice pierced the suddenly still air - the wolf within her audibly snarling to come out after Hannah's final insult. Stepping forward, she swayed unsteadily on her ridiculously high heels, her eyes turning a rich jet black.
Beyond caring about the consequences of pushing the enraged she-wolf past the reaches of her control, and apparently deep in the throes of a healthy death wish, Hannah laughed in disdain and snapped back:
