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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"What happened?" Aunt Sarah asked peevishly when Blake walked into the family room a short while later.
"I don't want to talk about it," he said sourly, stalking over to the drinks cabinet and pouring himself a whisky.
"Bit early for that isn't it?" she sniffed; her hands full of a garish blue wool that looked suspiciously like it was being turned into an oversized jumper. Her nose wrinkled. "What is that smell?"
He grunted and downed the drink in one shot, his eyes daring anyone to comment. The smooth liquid burned in his throat, helping to smother the memory of a smell so foul he could still taste it.
Asher grinned and settled further into one of the armchairs, his eyes telling him he had a good idea what had been going on.
"This had better not have had anything to do with you," he warned his little brother as he poured himself another drink and handed a second to Asher.
"You wound me!" Asher laughed. "I just happened to pass by at a critical moment. I swear I gave them no encouragement." He lifted his glass to his lips, to hide a smirk. "They were doing a fine job all on their own," he mumbled into the glass before taking a swig. "I knew they'd come to you eventually!" he finished in a normal tone of voice, looking at Blake with a semi-innocent expression on his face.
Blake glared at him and opened his mouth to argue. However, the noxious concoction his lieutenants had cooked up still burned his nostrils and he swiftly poured himself another drink instead.
"We were just discussing the winter solstice," a strident voice interrupted them, diverting Blake's attention over to the women on the sofa.
Sky, a new sling wrapped around her arm, sat wedged disconsolately in the middle of the sofa. On one side sat Sarah; her knitting taking up every available inch of space around her. The owner of the voice, Victoria, sprawled out as much as she could get away with on the other. Sky was a picture of misery trapped between them, and she stared at her older brother with a mute appeal in her eyes.
He knew how she felt.
Not only was there an almost permanent imprint in his sofa where Sarah spent almost all of her time nowadays, plotting his eventual mating. But, much to his discomfort – and despite staying in one of the most luxurious and spacious guesthouses he could offer her – Victoria seemed to spend her every waking moment in his house... hunting him.
He had no idea why she was so persistent in her pursuit. As far as he was aware, he'd never given her an ounce of encouragement - even going so far as to meet other potential mates right under her nose. Yet, they had long since retreated, and she remained.
He supposed it would be easier to get rid of her if she wasn't receiving so much support from his family members, or if he didn't mind risking his affable relationship with her father by telling her once and for all what he really thought of her.
