Chapter 75

~Stuart~

I'm summoned to the pack office as if I'm some schoolboy about to be reprimanded by the

principal. It irks me that these boys think so highly of themselves. They feel they are above everyone

else and untouchable. I wasn't even happy when my twins expressed their interest in them. I went

along with it because they deserve the best, and having the Luna title gives me that.

As I walk into the room, I see all eyes on me—Paul with Landon, Lincoln at his desk, and Mark on

the couch. I have no idea what the hell they want from me, but they better make it quick. I have

things to do, and I'm still pissed about my mate being allowed to be away from me. “You wanted to

see me......." I make eye contact with Paul, hoping he will speak quickly.

“No, not me. My sons called for you. Have a seat, please.” As if I didn’t know it was his bratty sons

who called for me. I pretend to act as if I'm some complaint member of the pack when I really just

want to rip their throats out. I make my way to the chair in front of Landon and have a seat. No one

really says anything; everyone just looks at each other.

"Well?! Is this about my mate? Are you apologizing for interfering in matters that aren't your damn

concern?” I can hear an intake of breath, and I figure it's Mark. I'm sure he lets them intimidate him

all the time, but not me. I can take them in a heartbeat and would love to prove as much. A low

growl rips into the room, which causes a smirk to appear on my face. Anything to get under their

skin makes me beyond happy.

Landon slowly stands up from his chair and looks directly at me. “What do you know about this?

Were you apart of this as well?”

"How dare you accuse my girls! None of us had anything to do with the attack on your precious

mate. All one has to do is meet her once and they are ready to rid the world of such a-"

“YOU WILL NOT SPEAK OF TIA THAT WAY!!I" Each word spoken had the room vibrating. So the little

boy has a little fire under his belt. Who knew?

“Just know that we are looking for the twins, and once found, they will be thrown into the cells for

further questioning.” The anger overrides my control, and I jump across the desk, going for

Landon’s neck. What I didn't anticipate was what his response would be. Landon quickly meets me

in the middle, with his hand wrapped around my neck. I'm flipped quickly and slammed on my back.

I hear the crack of some bones as pain shoots all through me. I'm struggling for breath, and Landon

is over me.

"You better pray to the Moon Goddess that we don't find any information that points to you. If I find

out that you had anything to do with what happened to Tia, I will skin you alive myself.” Landon’s

face is so close that I can feel spittle fall on me as he speaks. I swear this little prick has just signed

his death certificate. No one talks to me like that nor treats my children that way. I vaguely hear

footsteps before I feel hands on my arms

“Landon let him up. Take him to the clinic so he can get checked out.” My neck becomes free as I'm

carried out of the office