Chapter 489

East Pack Territory
“Are you sure you don’t want either of us to come along?” Arion asked his wife as she prepared to leave for Aster City after the news broke.
Aeron leaned silently against the doorway, watchful and deeply concerned.
“No,” Irene said firmly. “If Griffin calls and needs help back home, then you both should be ready. Elijah will have his eyes on me the entire time and I won’t be able to help from there.”
Aeron finally stepped forward. “You think he’s okay?”
“Our son is strong. He’s probably protecting Violet and Roman.”
“They could have just surrendered to the authorities and been given space to deal with the mating fever,” Arion argued. “Now they’re on the run, drawing unnecessary attention.”
“Unless there’s something else they’re hiding,” Aeron said, locking eyes with his brother.
Then he turned to Irene. “Let me come with you. You can face Elijah while I’ll find our son.”
Irene placed both hands on her hips, studying him. “Are you sure about that?”
“If there’s any chance our son might be in trouble, then I need to find him first.”
“Fine,” Irene agreed.
“And I’ll stay back. As usual,” Arion added with a sigh. He would’ve loved to be part of the action.
Irene walked over, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him softly as a gesture of thanks. “I recognize your sacrifice as well, my love.”
Arion suddenly grinned. “Well, when you put it like that, I’d say I have no regrets.” He punctuated the words by sliding his hands down her sides until they found her buttocks and squeezed.
Irene laughed against his lips, her mouth curving wickedly before she slipped her tongue into his, letting it tangle with his own. They took turns playfully sucking, and teasing each other.
“Alright, that’s enough playing around, Arion,” Aeron said, a tick in his jaw. Not out of anger, but restraint. Temptation was clawing at him, and he was supposed to be the voice of reason here.
This was not the time for distractions. Especially not ones like this.
“I’m going to miss you,” Arion smooched her lips.
“I will too,” Irene replied, catching the kiss with a smile.
“Come back as soon as you can,” he whispered, still peppering her lips with soft, lingering smooches.
“I’ll try,” Irene said, laughing gently, overwhelmed and a little breathless from the affection.
At the sight of that, Aeron let out an exasperated sigh and then he was moving. Before Irene could react, he lifted her off her feet and threw her over his shoulder, making her squeal in shock.
“What are you doing, Aeron?! Put me down right now! I’m your Alpha!”
“Yes, Alpha!” Aeron said with mock obedience, then gave her a sharp smack on the ass.
Irene gasped, scandalized. “Aeron!”
But Arion burst into laughter. “Get that ass, brother!”
From her upside-down position, Irene shot a death glare at Arion.
That rascal!
She’d get back at him soon.
Aeron didn’t let Irene down, at least not yet.
As they moved through the hallway, a few members of the pack caught sight of them and chuckled, looking away. They were already used to the antics between their Alpha and her husbands. This was just another day in the Hale household.
Aeron didn’t stop until he reached the waiting car. He opened the door and, with no ceremony, dumped Irene inside.
She glared at him from the seat, her hair tousled. He just ruffled it more. “Good girl.”
Then he shut the door, circled around, and climbed into the passenger seat just as the driver pulled away.

West Pack Territory…
“Luna Patricia,” a servant called gently from the doorway. “Beta Dominic is here.”
Henry’s widowed wife turned around. She didn’t look a day over twenty-four. She had red hair, striking blue eyes, pouty lips, and was devastatingly beautiful. If not for her eyes, one could’ve mistaken her for Alpha Irene of the West Pack.
Patricia slowly moved away from the window. Dressed in black, her expression was somber. After hearing of her husband’s death, she had gone into mourning immediately.
“Let him in,” she instructed.
Beta Dominic stepped inside. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a face that was definitely not handsome, yet not bad to look at.
“Leave us,” Patricia said to the servant.
Once the door shut behind them, the air thickened.
“You heard?” Dominic asked, studying her expression.
“I did,” Patricia replied, her voice hoarse like someone who’d spent the night crying. “Is he really dead?” She said it like she was still waiting for the punchline.
“Yes. He’s dead,” Dominic confirmed, his voice certain.
Then in the blink of an eye, like gravity between wolves, Dominic and Patricia crashed into each other, their mouths colliding. They clawed at their clothes, desperate to feel each other.
Within seconds, Patricia was bent over the desk, her dress hiked up as Dominic rammed into her from behind, each thrust shaking the table.
Henry thought he was clever and never suspected his beautiful, trophy wife had been screwing his beta behind his back. Patricia didn’t feel guilty one bit. This was reward for surviving the nightmare Henry had been.
“We should throw a party,” Dominic groaned, still pounding into her with wild satisfaction.
Patricia moaned with delight. “This feels like a party to me,” she purred, her gaze lifting towards Henry’s portrait on the wall, his cold stare watching them as they fucked.
“Oh yeah Dominic let out a broken laugh between ragged breaths. In his mind, he was spitting Henry on the face.
“I’m going to come,” Patricia moaned breathlessly.
“Then come for me, my Luna,” Dominic said, driving into her faster, harder.
She screamed as she shattered around him.
Later, they lay together in the silk sheet while his hand lazily traced the curve of her waist. Content orıginally comes from
Then Patricia whispered, “It’s time you start preparing to be Alpha.”
Dominic looked at her. “What about Asher?”
Patricia scoffed, the sound like bitter wine.
“Don’t worry about him. When the time comes, you’ll challenge him, and you’ll win. You’d be surprised how many are done with Henry’s bloodline ruling this pack. No one wants another tyrant.”