Fox
âYou did what?!â Stone shouted at me from the lobby of our hotel.
âIt needs to be her choice, Stone. I canât force her to stay.â I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.
âWell, sure, but did you have to help her run?â
âSheâs not running, sheâs not a convict. And yes, I did. She has no money and virtually no experience living in the real world. She needed help and itâs my job to provide it.â I said as I finished checking out of our hotel.
âYou realize that this is going to put you in an insufferable mood for the foreseeable future.â Stone grumbled, leading the way to our car.
âYes.â I answered plainly, sliding into the back of the town car.
âCanât wait.â Stone mumbled under his breath.
He gave me the silent treatment during our entire flight home like a pissed off twelve year old. We landed late that night and were greeted by my sister, Ferra.
âHi, baby.â Stone cooed, pulling Ferra into his arms. I looked away from their affection. Usually it made me feel nauseated, but today it only made me feel envious.
âOkay, okay. I need a status report, Ferra.â I grumbled. Stone glared at me and I rolled my eyes at him. He gave Ferra a kiss before she turned her attention to me.
âEverythingâs okay here, Alpha. Nice and quiet.â She shrugged.
âNo rogue attacks?â I asked.
âWe had some nipping around the border but the patrol scared them off.â She said.
âWell done. We can talk more tomorrow.â I started walking towards the stairs.
âWait! What happened in Ireland?â Ferra called out to me.
âNot now, Ferra.â I snapped, not in the mood to replay the last 36 hours,
âAsk Stone.â I added, giving Stone permission to fill in his mate. I climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, the Alpha and Luna quarters. Somehow, it felt even lonelier tonight than ever before.
I walked into my room and over to the large windows on the far wall. I stared up at the sky and wondered where my mate was sleeping tonight. Just as her face flashed in my mind, a blinding streak filled the sky and thunder shook the packhouse. The skies opened up and a pounding rain started assaulting the windows.
I squinted my eyes as I watched the rain fall and swore that I saw a shimmery green sheen over the rain. I had no proof and no idea about fae magic, but I was sure that this rain was coming from my mate. I couldnât help but take that as a sign that she was nearby and thinking about me, too.
The next day I tried to return to business as usual, but it wasnât going to be that easy.
âFerra, just let it go.â I groaned, dropping my head down on my office desk.
âSheâs your mate, Fox. You canât just let her go.â Ferra argued.
âI have let her go because sheâs my mate. It wonât be forever.â I propped my head up on my hand to glare at my sister.
âI donât see this ending well.â Ferra sighed. I leaned back in my chair,
âI donât have another choice,â I frowned,
âNow, can we please just get back to work.â Ferra nodded her head reluctantly and we went back to discussing the border patrols.
âThe rogues are forming their own pack. The rumor is that they got the idea from a rogue attack in the North East.â Ferra explained after we reorganized the border.
âWhat happened in the North East?â I asked.
âWord has it that a pack in Rhode Island was attacked by an organized group of rogues led by a witch.â Ferra said.
âWell thatâs just great.â I grumbled. The last thing I needed was for the ideology of the eastern state packs to infect my coast.
âI think we should send scouts out to figure out whatâs going on outside of the borders.â Ferra suggested.
âIâll leave that to you, then.â I nodded at my Beta.
âIâll take care of it.â Ferra agreed and was off to form her scouting groups.
I sighed and opened up my computer. I resisted the urge to check the bank account I had set up for Marigold. Along with supplying her with cash in different currencies, I also gave her a credit card that was attached to my accounts. I had to make sure that she was provided for no matter how long she was gone. But, I promised myself that I wouldnât spy on her bank statements or on the records from her new phone.
I clicked through my work emails and responded to a few of my clients. My firm brokered art deals for private clients both nationally and internationally. I was an art major in college with a minor in history. My first year out of college I took an internship at an art gallery that specialized in historical pieces. I was hooked ever since.
As the CEO, I focused my attention on locating historic artwork for institutions and museums while leaving my private clients to my employees. However, some of my more prestigious customers preferred to work directly with me. Snobby rich assholes was probably a better term for it. Those were the emails I was responding to today.
Having finished my work from home, I was on my way out of the packhouse when I was ambushed by a very dangerous threat; my mother.
âFinn Lewis Oxford!â My mother was screaming at me before my father even had the car in park,
âWhat is the matter with you?â She pointed a manicured finger at my chest.
âYou really did it this time, son.â My father shook his head at me as he walked around the car.
âYou spoke with Ferra.â I sighed.
âThe better question is, why did I have to hear it from her and not my own son?â She snapped.
âBecause I was hoping to avoid this conversation.â I replied honestly. My father snorted, earning a glare from his mate.
âI would really love to hear why you didnât bring your mate home with you.â Mom asked, placing her hands firmly on her hips. I grumbled under my breath and leaned against the hood of my car, diving into the events of my trip to Ireland.
âOh, honey.â Momâs tone changed very quickly as I finished my story.
âI didnât know what else to do, Mom.â
âYou did right by your mate, son, Iâm proud of you.â My father gave me a pat on the back before entering the packhouse and leaving me alone with my mother.
âYour fatherâs right, Fox. You acted selflessly and put your mateâs needs above your own despite how difficult it was for you. Iâm confident that the Moon Goddess will reunite her with you soon.â Mom smiled sweetly and placed her cold hand on my cheek.
âThanks, Mom.â I smiled, giving her a brief hug,
âI have to go into the office for a meeting.â I told her, hopping into my car and driving away.