Chapter 174

Chapter 0174

“Baby,” Roger murmurs, stepping close and tucking a strand of Cora’s hair behind her ear. What

even is money, in the end, when we have such love between us, such beautiful children

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“No, Roger Sinclair,” Cora snaps, stepping back and pointing a finger up into his face. “You are not

getting out of it by seducing me not this time –”

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“Is it always like this?” Jackson murmurs, and I turn my head to grin up at him as Roger and Cora

begin to bicker. He looks around the room, I think a little concerned about the number of people all

talking at once, the pack of children screeching happily as they dash around the room, mostly

following Jesse like the pied piper. My smile deepens, because even though Jackson is clearly one

of the most powerful wolves in the nation at this moment, it’s so cute to see him freaked out by a

welcome–home party.

“Yes,” June says on a deep and tragic sigh, drawing our attention to her. “It’s always like this. It’s

horrible all the time.”

“Oh, my little drama queen,” my mom croons, stroking June’s face in a loving way that she knows is

only going to bug Junie further, and which Juniper completely ignores.

But Jackson just nods slowly at June, like he completely understands. My sister holds his gaze for a

moment, a little smile creeping onto her lips.

Juniper flicks her eyes to me. “I like this one,” she says, grinning a little, which makes me smile too.

“He’s quiet. He gets me. You should keep this one, throw the loud one in the trash.”

She lifts her chin to where Luca is already surrounded by a group of our Alpha family and cousins,

talking animatedly and showing off his boxing stance, clearly enjoying the attention.

Jackson just grins at Juniper as he wraps an arm around me and pulls me close to his side. I grin,

deciding not to counter, pleased for Jackson and Juniper to each have found an ally in this family.

They’ll need them, after all.

“Come come,” my mom chirps, happy and finally in her element now with her all of her children and

her family gathered warm around her. She steps towards the bar in the corner, waving us to follow.

“It’s a party, after all – let’s have some drinks and get things started.”

The little party goes on for hours, with a great deal of laughter, and drinking, and everyone saying

hello. I let Rafe and Jesse take center stage, telling stories about the academy as

Jesse’s three youngest siblings run around the room with some of the children of our other guests,

chasing and playing with each other, their little shouts filling the air around the sound of our laughter

and our stories.

As Rafe and Jesse talk I sit on my favorite ottoman at my dad’s feet, where I always sat as a little

girl, a glass of wine in my hands. Daphne has settled on a pillow at my side. Dad puts out a hand,

passively stroking my hair as the chatter carries through the room, everyone asking for more and

more details about the story.

Mom settles into the corner of the couch, beaming as she watches Rafe – her favorite – tell the

story of Academy life. There are significant gaps, of course, because while I’m sure my whole family

knows where I’ve been for the past few months, we’re not telling all our friends yet. So, Rafe and

Jesse riff a little, leaving out what they need to.

Luca, already comfortable, sits with Rafe and Jesse, adding in his own details and making everyone

laugh with his wry quips. I watch him, impressed with the way he handles himself, the way that he

adds to the story but still lets Rafe and Jesse take center stage.

But even as Rafe and Jesse talk, and Luca ingratiates himself with everyone else in the room, my

eyes move inevitably to Jackson. He perches slightly on the back of the couch behind mom, a glass

of whiskey in his hands, and he smiles and laughs with the rest of us as the story goes on. But

when my eyes fix on him he immediately looks to me and passes a pulse of happiness down our

bond, letting me know that he gets it – that he’s warm, and happy, and he understands now why I

love my family so much, why it’s so important to me.

And I beam at him, truly glad – because it’s his family now too. And I want him to know that, and to

feel it, and to love it as much as I do.

He simply nods, telling me that he’s on his way to it – even if he needs a little time to adjust. And

then he takes a sip of his drink, and turns his attention back to the story, which is as much his story

as the rest of ours.