The Truth Never Stays Hidden

Jaxon  My little mate, I thought as I made my way down the staircase of the pack house. The way her pretty little lips took my hardness into the back of her mouth felt as if I had been made for her. I was eager to wear her mark on my neck, claiming to the world that I was hers and she was mine. Approaching the dining hall for lunch, the smell of wagyu steak and potatoes filled the air, a meal I was sure would be enjoyed by all of our visitors. I walked into the dining hall with my chest pushed out and head high, dominance penetrating off of me. Another couple of hours, I kept telling my wolf who wasn’t interested in pleasantries and was filled with urgency to return to our sweet little mate. Beta Don gave me a cocky smirk, clearly aware of where I had run off to. I took my position at the head table and stood up, clicking my knife against my champagne glass. “Chef Mark from Midnight Moon Pack has put together a fine meal for you gentleman today, one that you will surely remember. No -