Ch. 341..350

Chapter 341 – Marcy Is Here (1)

The car was moving slowly through Darkbourne with four people in it that didn't speak.

The atmosphere was tense.

George was driving with James in the front passenger's seat, and Marcy and Nora were in the back.

James was looking out the window with great interest.

It was the first time for James to leave the territory of the Red Moon pack, so for him, this was something like a vacation. Everything was fascinating and if not for George's stern expression, James would ask if they can stop and walk through the town a bit. James hoped he will get a chance to go sightseeing later, ideally, when George is not around.

Nora was quiet since that morning. She spent the night in the back seat of this same car, alone, and she was not in a good mood, but George was there and she didn't dare say anything. George rejected her advances and kicked her out of the room on the previous night, so they were officially hostile. Nora was not sure if George told Marcy that she drugged her, so Nora was not her usual chatty self. Since they left the motel, Nora was looking out the window while hoping that no one will talk to her and she wondered if coming here was a good idea.

Marcy was staring outside absentmindedly while trying to make sense of the mess she found herself in.

Last night, she woke up with George in bed, one thing led to another, and they ended up having sex.

It's not that Marcy was inexperienced, but she never went all the way before, at least not vaginally. She never imagined that it could be so… fulfilling. Was it because it was with George? He was not gentle or caring, but she still had a mind-altering orgasm and she enjoyed it very much.

But then they finished, and her body still twitched as she was coming down from her high when George got out of the bed and left the room without a word.

Marcy made up her mind that what happened between her and George will be kept as a memory. A one-time thing that will never happen again. Did she have any regrets? Not really. It was good and she liked it. And what's the point in regretting anyway? What was done, was done.

What puzzled Marcy was that George avoided eye contact and practically ignored her, and the frown on his face told her that he was pissed.

What was his problem? It's not like she forced him into anything.

She didn't expect him to be lovey-dovey, or friendly, but he could tone down the hostility a bit.

Marcy told herself to focus. With every passing mile, she should think about what's coming.

She was about to meet Alpha Damon again, and she will become his Luna and that's that.

Yes, Marcy lost her v-card, but she didn't think that was a big deal.

It's not like Alpha Damon is a virgin and if he takes that against her, he is an asshole. As much as Damon knows, Marcy could have slept with a throng of guys already, and she would probably still have fewer partners compared to him.

Out of all that, Marcy identified one real problem. Before she becomes Damon's Luna, she will need to make George accept her rejection. What if Damon can't mark her and it all falls apart because of that little technicality? But how can she make George do anything if he won't talk to her?

As for George, he was gripping the steering wheel while his mind replayed scenes from the previous night.

He was irked when he woke up with Marcy's hand in his pants. Where did she get that courage? Did she think of him like some boy-toy that she can play with when she has an itch?

His control snapped and he ended up fucking her.

It was a one-time thing, done in the spur of the moment, and he shouldn't think about it, however… it was her first time.

She was not the first girl he deflowered, but Marcy is not just any girl.

Until last night, George was confident that Marcy is a wanton slut, just like the rest of her family, and if he imagined that obstruction while entering her, he definitely didn't imagine the scent of blood. It was her first time, and she gave it to him. That meant something.

George tried to make sense of the mess in his mind. What was he doing?

Yes, Marcy rejected him, but she was still his mate, and he was driving to deliver her to another man.

George was confident that he can go through with this, and that he can turn this to his advantage in his quest to eliminate the Redmayne family, but after last night, he was not so sure.

Can he be ruthless toward a woman, his mate, who gave him her first time?

The sparks on his cock were out of this world as he was inside her, and George gritted his teeth at the thought of how all that would be so much better if Marcy didn't reject him and cracked the bond between them.

He was not sure if this situation was an opportunity for him and Marcy to try to fix things, or if this was the time to accept her rejection and end this charade for good.

George glanced in the rearview mirror and he saw Marcy sitting in the back seat. Her expression was unreadable, but the fact was that she was going to deliver herself to Alpha Damon.

George didn't get it. Was it possible that Marcy didn't care about George? If not, why didn't she stop him last night? She made the first move, and when George took initiative, she welcomed him with her arms and legs open.

Fuck! Nothing made sense!

He decided not to talk to Marcy until he figures out this mess he created.

Why didn't he push Marcy away last night? If he did, he would still think about her as a cheap superficial slut from the Redmayne family, and he wouldn't have these conflicting thoughts that are jeopardizing plans he worked on for nearly a decade.

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Zina and Dawn lined up in front of the main door to welcome guests.

"What's taking them so long?", Zina asked while fidgeting.

"They will be here in a moment.", Talia's voice came from behind.

"How come you are here?", Dawn asked with a small frown on her face. Both Zina and Dawn knew why Marcy was coming, and they wouldn't think much about it if not for the little detail of Talia being Damon's mate.

"Why shouldn't I be here?", Talia asked. "They are guests of the Dark Howlers pack, and I am the host. Will you respect me if I hide in my room until the bad woman goes away?"

Zina gave Talia a thumbs up. "I admire your spirit." If that was her, Zina was not sure if she would avoid Marcy completely or if she would yank her hair off. One of those two. But Talia was here, calm and composed like she was above everything. "No wonder you are the future Luna."

 

Chapter 342 – Marcy Is Here (2) [Bonus ]

Talia stood next to Zina and Dawn while waiting for the group from the Red Moon pack to arrive.

The truth was that Talia was a nervous wreck. She didn't want to be anywhere near Marcy, and this was much more than just facing a woman who was coveting her mate. Marcy was Talia's personal bully and Talia hoped that she will be able to keep it together.

Talia chanted internally that she needed to do this, for herself. Talia didn't want to shrink in the corner anymore and pretend to be invisible because she was not invisible, and people will come at her, and she needed to build up her courage in order to face them with confidence. How else will she be worthy of standing by Damon's side?

After breakfast, Caden went to attend training with Tony, Paul, Nate, and Greg. After yesterday's bad first session, their morale improved as they bonded with others on the beach.

Damon wanted to be with Talia, but she asked him to let her handle this on her own. He agreed, but under the condition that he stays nearby, so instead of going to train with the guys, Damon was in the study, catching up on work and watching over Talia through the security feed. Since the incident with Lisa and Talia, Damon requested for the equipment to be updated, and now they had HD cameras with sound included, so Damon knew exactly what was going on outside and on the whole main floor of the packhouse.

Kalina, Mindy, and Maya were in the garden, chatting over freshly made cookies and tea, and they also told Talia to give them a holler if she needs help (aka taking care of Marcy's and Nora's bodies). Kalina, Mindy, and Maya were planning for the party on the next day, the party to introduce Talia to important members of the Dark Howlers pack, the party Talia was not aware of (yet).

Maya told Kalina and Mindy that the three of them will start planning, and inform Talia about it when they come up with something solid.

Maddox and Tatiana didn't exit Tatiana's room since they returned from the pack hospital on the previous day, and that was not unusual. The only sign that those two were alive was that the cart with food disappeared shortly after Mindy mind-linked her brother with the information that sustenance was left in front of the door of Tatiana's room.

With everyone doing their thing, Talia was determined to do her part. She will be the best host ever and Damon will be proud of her.

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"Here they come.", Zina said in a soft voice and Talia's eyes snapped at the driveway to see a dark blue car approaching.

"Wow…", Dawn said under her breath. "The driver is hot."

"That would be Commander George.", Talia said. "The teenager on the front passenger's seat is James, the future Alpha of the Red Moon pack. In the back should be Marcy and Nora. Nora is Beta's daughter and Marcy… well, we know who she is." Talia did her homework.

Dawn's eyes didn't leave George as the car pulled into a stop. Even before he came out, Dawn knew that George was one of the best male specimens she has ever seen. Unfortunately, his status was a problem. If he was just a driver, it would be easier to approach him. Commander comes with an influence of a high-ranking member and that also meant he was not easy to get close to.

George was the first to exit the car. He looked at three young women at the door and gave them a nod before he bent to speak with the others in the car. They could hear George giving warnings that everyone should behave because this was not the Red Moon pack. He seemed to be the responsible one in the group.

"Do you feel anything?", Zina asked Dawn in a whisper.

"No. You?"

Zina clicked her tongue. "Nothing. Pity."

Talia was not sure if she should laugh or cry. She knew that her two friends were eager to find their mates and whenever a new face came for a visit, Dawn and Zina were expectantly waiting for their wolf will stir and notify them that THE ONE arrived.

Dawn bobbed her head. "I wish I can eat him up."

Zina elbowed Dawn. "They will be here for a few days. You can get your chance." Zina moved closer and spoke in a hushed voice, "Unless I get my hands on him first."

Dawn groaned. "I saw him first. You can take the little one."

Zina made a face. "I'm looking for a man, not a babysitting job."

"Shush…", Dawn said to Zina. "They can hear you."

"Don't you shush me. The rules of the game are not changing just because you saw someone first.", Zina said quickly and puffed up her chest to push her breasts out.

Dawn rolled her eyes. "You did that on purpose."

"There is nothing wrong in using your assets, dear.", Zina said teasingly. "You would know if you had any."

Dawn was speechless. Sure, Zina was more curvaceous compared to Dawn, but Dawn was not a stick figure either!

Talia was happy that Dawn and Zina were there with her. Those two were good friends and their goofing around always took the edge off any situation.

By this time, George ended his instructions and James came out of the car; he was looking around curiously.

The back door of the car opened, and Nora's figure appeared. Nora squinted at the sunlight and then eyed the packhouse and the landscape around it.

Talia felt knots forming in her stomach as she remembered Nora trying to get into Damon's room at the Lightclaw pack. What was that about? Nora and Marcy also approached Talia in front of the restroom, and Talia never understood what they were trying to achieve because Kalina and Mindy had Talia's back.

The knots in Talia's stomach tightened when Marcy showed up. It was happening. She was here.

Talia wondered if Nora and Marcy will recognize her. She was not the shabby girl from the attic, nor the posh one they saw at the Lightclaw pack (and in the WW Magazine). This was Talia. No makeup, sharp shirt and a pencil skirt, hair lifted into a messy bun… just Talia.

Based on their blank expressions, Talia guessed that Nora and Marcy didn't realize who she is. For now.

To Talia, Marcy was a bigger problem compared to Cassie or a bunch of nobodies who were throwing themselves at Damon. Marcy came with the backing of the Red Moon pack, and everyone was talking about Marcy as one of the prominent bachelorettes, while Damon was the most eligible bachelor.

Both Marcy and Damon were beautiful and powerful and… Weren't they a good couple?

Talia swallowed her insecurities while reminding herself that the only thing that matters was that Damon was her mate. He was hers and she won't just sit and let Marcy have him.

Of course, Talia's expectations were that Damon will not give Marcy any chances to get close, but at the same time, Talia didn't want to be the one shrinking either. She can do this.

"Is Alpha Damon here?", James was the one to speak first.

James, Nora, and Marcy were standing next to the car and looking at Dawn, Zina, and Talia, while George went to the trunk to get their suitcases.

"You must be James, the future Alpha of the Red Moon pack", Talia said while taking a step forward. "Alpha Damon is dealing with some important matters, and he will see you shortly. I am Talia, your host, and these are Dawn and Zina. We will help you get settled into your rooms."

Talia glanced at Dawn and Zina. "Go help with their things."

Dawn and Zina bolted toward the car, with wind under their feet. To anyone watching, they looked like dedicated Omegas, eager to fulfill their duty, but Talia knew that those two goofballs were racing to reach George first.

Talia had difficulty keeping a straight face.

 

Chapter 343 – Marcy Is Here (3)

While Talia was walking down the hallway with guests from the Red Moon pack behind her, and Dawn and Zina trailing them with a suitcase each, Talia was gesturing toward the points of interest while talking, "That way is the garden… that's the living room… dining room…"

Talia didn't meet George while staying at the Red Moon pack, but she was familiar with the other three. Being now in the company of James, Nora, and Marcy was unsettling and Talia was grateful that they didn't recognize her as the girl from the attic.

Well, in just a few short weeks, Talia gained some weight. She was not wearing shabby oversized clothes, and her skin and hair were shiny and healthy. It was a big change.

Once they reached the hallway where rooms were, Talia halted her steps.

"The next four rooms on the right are yours. You are welcome to rest and freshen up. Bathrooms are the last door to the left." Talia opened the first door and gestured toward the gadget that was attached to the wall. "Each room has an intercom that connects to the kitchen. Someone will be there from six o'clock in the morning until midnight, and you can use the intercom to ask if you need something. You will find the wi-fi password, schedule for meals, and other basic information in the top drawer of the desk."

"I would like to see Alpha Damon.", Marcy said.

"Alpha Damon is aware of your arrival, and he will let you know when he is available.", Talia responded.

Marcy nodded stiffly and took the suitcase out of Zina's hand before making her way into the last room out of four.

George needed to contact Alpha Edward first, and he told Talia, "Let me know when Alpha Damon is available. Until we decide on the security detail, I will be escorting Miss Marcy." With that, George moved to stand in front of the door of the room that was next to Marcy's.

James was eager to sightsee Darkbourne, but he kept that to himself because George was right there, and James didn't want George to report to Alpha Edward how James was slacking.

"I will freshen up and then I would like to look around. When will the food be served?", James ended with a question.

"We have refreshments set up in the garden. If that doesn't work, you can ask the kitchen to prepare something for you. Lunch will be ready at noon.", Talia responded. She remembered that James came here to train, so she added, "Beta Caden is currently training with future Alpha Anthony and his group. They will be at the training grounds until lunchtime. If you wish to join them, we will get someone to escort you there."

James thought for a moment before responding, "I will go to the garden first." He had no intention of going to train if he could wiggle out of it. With that, James went to the first room while pulling his suitcase behind him.

Nora was standing at the open door of her room and looking inside with a frown. It was a room with one bed, a dresser, an armoire, a sofa, a desk, and a chair. It was all clean and smelled fresh, but…

"The bathroom is down the hallway?", Nora asked with disapproval obvious in her voice.

"Yes.", Talia responded. "You will find toiletries, towels, and bathrobes. If you need anything else, let us know."

Nora was not happy that she needed to share a bathroom. And there was another problem. "Why are our rooms on the first floor?"

Everyone knew that in the society of werewolves, the higher one's ranking is, the higher up the building they get to stay. Yes, their accommodation was in the packhouse, but why on the first floor? Wasn't Marcy set to be the Luna? Maybe they couldn't stay on the third floor, but the second floor was definitely appropriate.

"We have other guests staying currently with us.", Talia said. "The request from Alpha Edward was to keep you close, and this was the only area where we could accommodate you in adjacent rooms. I assure you that you won't lack anything."

Nora was about to argue, when George spoke, "Thank you for making these arrangements, Miss Talia. We appreciate it."

Nora frowned at George. Why was he still lingering? And why did he butt in? Didn't he realize that them being on the first floor was a sign of disrespect?

Talia thought that George is a nice person. James seemed absentminded, Marcy and Nora were definitely on Talia's list of unpleasant people, so George was the best of the four. She liked him already.

"If there is nothing else, I will leave you to your business. You are free to join us in the garden when you are done or to roam the area. Just let us know if you are planning to leave the packhouse so that we can alert the security and find someone to escort you if needed.", Talia said and turned to George. "I will tell Alpha Damon that you and Miss Marcy want to meet with him before lunch."

"What about me?", Nora blurted out.

"You will see him during lunch. Probably.", Talia responded robotically. Why did Nora think she was invited?

George thanked Talia, and Talia walked away with Dawn and Zina in tow.

When they turned the corner, Talia released the breath she was holding, and she looked up into a corner where a small camera was standing. She knew that Damon was watching, and she hoped that he approved of her performance.

Dawn and Zina were chirping how handsome Commander George is, and they went to the kitchen to join Ivy, Lily, and Stephanie. They had a lot of preparations for lunch, and they wanted to be available in case Commander George uses the intercom to ask for something. Anything.

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In the study…

Damon was proud to see how Talia handled the situation. In his opinion, those four characters from the Red Moon pack were not worthy of Talia being their host.

Damon really wished that Talia walked out there and introduced herself as his Luna and he would stand by her side with his chin lifted high, but that will need to wait a bit. If all goes well, in a few days, they can do that.

Damon cringed while thinking that Marcy wanted to meet with him. He knew it was coming, but now that it was here, Damon wished to lock himself into the study and not come out until Marcy leaves. Maybe Talia can tell them that he is sick with something highly contagious, and he can't see them… forever.

'Coward', Damon's wolf spoke into his head.

Damon rolled his eyes. 'How come you speak only when you get to pour salt on my wounds?'

'I am here to remind you how an Alpha should behave. Avoiding responsibility is not a trait of an Alpha.'

Damon knew that his wolf was right, but he also knew that neither of them had an idea how to deal with Marcy.

Damon's wolf grumbled, 'She wants to be your Luna, and you don't. Why are you complicating things?'

'I can't just chase her away.', Damon responded.

'You were supposed to think about that before you started your womanizing. To you, it was a game of slapping their faces, and look who is getting slapped now! You are a prisoner in your own house, unable to be with your mate…'

'ENOUGH!', Damon snapped.

'Don't show that attitude toward me, boy.', Damon's wolf said condescendingly. 'You know I am right. I told you that you were playing with fire, but you wouldn't listen.'

'I am aware of the mistakes I made and rubbing it in is not helping. I would appreciate your advice on how to tackle the current issues and if you don't have any, then don't make it worse.', Damon grumbled. 'Stop acting like this doesn't involve you because if Talia's wolf gets angered, both of us will suffer. And no matter how we handle this situation with Marcy, as soon as Alpha Edward finds out that his plan didn't work, he will be angered. We need to find a way to minimize damage. I don't want Talia to be in the middle of this. She already has a lot of issues to deal with.'

 

Chapter 344 – Marcy Is Here (4)

Damon knew very well that his wolf was out of ideas. Actually, the best option was to introduce Talia as Damon's mate, but with Talia's wolf making that not an option, Damon's hands were tied, and he needed to look for alternative solutions.

The door of the study opened, and Talia made her way inside.

"Commander George and Miss Marcy want to meet with you. Soon."

"I heard that.", Damon said sourly. "I will meet with them in the study." He thought that this location will make it more official and not cozy. He didn't want to give any cozy ideas to Marcy.

"Do you want me to be here when they come?", Talia asked.

"Yes.", Damon said without missing a beat and he waved with his hand, indicating to Talia to come and sit on his lap. He needed her proximity.

The moment Talia's bottom touched Damon's thighs, his arms snaked around Talia's waist, and he buried his face in her neck that was completely exposed because her hair was lifted into a messy bun.

He kissed the base of her neck and Talia let out a small sigh. That was such a sensitive spot.

Damon smiled a little when he picked up the scent of Talia's arousal. He loved how her body responded to his touch.

"Do you want to be here when Marcy comes to talk to me?", Damon asked.

"No. However, I will be."

"Kiss me, kitten.", Damon whined. "I am unwell and only your proximity will make it better."

Talia stifled a giggle at the sight of Damon who had his lips puckered. How was that an image of a scary Alpha?

But she knew that he was anxious, just as she was. This was the biggest trial the two of them got to face together.

Yes, they jumped into the waterfall and faced rogues and Elders, but all that was unplanned and in the spur of the moment. Marcy's visit was hovering above them for some time, and it grew into a monster that neither of them knew how to face.

If they handle it wrongly, it can reveal Talia's identity as the person who lived in the attic of the Red Moon pack, and that could lead to war.

And they were also under stress due to Axel wanting to take Talia with him. Both Talia and Damon knew that Axel will be back, but they didn't know if he will return alone, with a backup, or with some sneaky plan to get his hands on Talia.

Talia had a feeling that Axel is a good guy, but she couldn't understand his obsession for her to go with him. Axel suggested that the first time during Summer Solstice, and he still didn't give up on it.

Talia needed Damon's proximity just how much he needed hers and she indulged the silly Alpha by giving him all the kisses he wanted, and he wanted many.

"You are mine, kitten… say that you are mine…", Damon demanded between kisses.

"I am yours, Damon.", she spoke into his mouth and when his hand snaked under her skirt, she parted her legs to give him easy access.

Damon growled lowly when he felt how wet Talia was.

His hands landed on her hips, and he lifted her with ease to sit on his desk.

Talia gasped when he tore her panties in one swift move. She will never get used to him tearing her clothes, but she was turned on by the fact that he wanted her so badly that he didn't have the patience to undress her properly.

Damon thought that Talia will remind him that the door was not locked, or that Marcy will be there later, and that she could smell the scent of their bodily fluids, but Talia's hands moved with haste to unbutton his pants, and he wouldn't want it any other way.

Talia was hoping that remnants of their lovemaking will linger in the air for Marcy to pick up. In that way, Marcy will know that she is not special to Damon and that Damon has someone else by his side.

They were both eager to lose themselves in each other, and to find peace in their lovey-dovey bubble, even if it's just temporary.

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Marcy looked through the open window of her room into the garden. She could pick up some voices and laughter and she wished to have someone who would be her eyes and ears.

Marcy regretted leaving Anna (aka one of Talia's bullies) behind in the packhouse of the Red Moon pack. Anna was useful, but Marcy couldn't take her with her.

Alpha Edward was unyielding when he said that only four of them will come. "When you become Alpha Damon's Luna, you can do as you wish. Until then, be humble and do what's needed to please the man…"

Marcy promised Anna that she will send for her as soon as she gains some foothold in this place, and Anna said that she will follow Marcy gladly, but Marcy was not so sure about it.

Since Marcy vouched for Anna, the Omega got promoted and was doing better than before. Will she be willing to leave that comfort? Anna also promised Marcy to keep her informed about anything important in the packhouse, but Marcy was doubtful if Anna will do so.

Anna was doing favors for Marcy in order to get benefits, and now that Marcy was not there, Anna probably found another thigh to hug. Heck, with Nora gone, Anna might be the one serving Alpha Edward.

Marcy grimaced as bile rose up to her throat. She was still unable to adjust to the idea of her father and Nora…

'KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK'

Marcy moved to open the door. "Nora?"

"Can I come in?", Nora asked impatiently when she saw that Marcy was blocking the door.

No. "Sure."

"Are you OK with this?", Nora asked as soon as the door closed behind her.

"OK, with what?"

"This! Alpha Damon making us stay on the first floor.", Nora explained.

Marcy had a feeling that Nora was provoking her in order for Marcy to make a scene. Did she really think that Marcy was stupid and easy to manipulate?

"It's not a big deal."

Nora's eyes flashed in anger. "Not a big deal!?"

Marcy shrugged. "A few days here won't make me lose hair. Once things between me and Alpha Damon are settled, I will move to the third floor, and you will get to pick your room on the second one. How about that? Until then, try not to cause trouble. If my father hears that you are the reason why my marriage with Damon fell through, he won't be happy."

Nora didn't like Marcy's condescending tone.

"What happened to you?"

Marcy didn't get it. "What do you mean?"

"Just last night we were fine and now…", Nora didn't finish. It was her way of trying to figure out if George told Marcy about Nora drugging her.

Nora thought about it and she concluded that if George spilled the beans, Marcy would be livid, but if he didn't, Marcy would be friendly with Nora. Since none of those was the case, Nora needed to investigate.

 

Chapter 345 – Marcy Is Here (5)

"Were we fine last night?", Marcy repeated Nora's words robotically in the form of a question and she thought how Nora's choice of words seemed off.

Were the two of them ever fine? No, not after Marcy found out that Nora slept with Alpha Damon and definitely not after Marcy found out that Nora slept with her father, but Marcy couldn't voice those thoughts. Not yet, at least.

"I guess we were fine but when I woke up, you were gone, and Commander George was in our room. Tell me, Nora, what happened? Why was he there?" In my bed. On top of me. Inside me. "Where did you go?"

A wild thought flashed in Marcy's mind, did Nora go to seduce her brother last night? Is that why George ended up in Marcy's bed?

From a middle-aged guy like Alpha Edward to a teenager like James. Yuck!

Nora realized that Marcy doesn't know about the whole drugging business. Good! As long as Marcy didn't know about that, it will all be fine.

Nora didn't understand one thing, why didn't George tell Marcy? It was obvious that he was not friendly toward Nora. Did he keep that information to blackmail her later? Or maybe he didn't want drama.

Ah! What if he tells Alpha Edward! That will be bad.

Nora came to the Dark Howlers pack with the pretense of keeping an eye on Marcy to ensure that Alpha Damon accepts her, and if Alpha Edward finds out that Nora drugged Marcy… Nora decided to think about it later.

Unless Alpha Edward brings up the drugging incident, Nora will pretend it didn't happen. Actually, even if George rats on her and Alpha Edward demands an explanation, there is no evidence. She will tell Alpha Edward that George was hitting on her, and when she rejected him, he came up with that malicious lie. Yes, that will work. With this thought, Nora relaxed.

Nora puffed her cheeks dramatically. "Didn't Commander George tell you? He showed up out of nowhere and told me to scram. I waited outside for some time, but when it got late, I went to sleep in the car. I didn't dare get back into the room while he was there." This was the truth with the middle part omitted.

Nora had a feeling that if she can't have a proper conversation with George, Marcy can't have it either. Besides, Marcy barely spoke a few words with the man since they left the Red Moon pack, so Marcy going to George to ask for an explanation would be highly unlikely.

Marcy didn't respond, confirming Nora's suspicion that Marcy was ignorant about what Nora did.

Nora decided to make her exit. "I need to change and shower." She didn't freshen up in the morning because she was stuck in the car until breakfast time. "I will hold you to your word that you will let me pick my room on the second floor. I want a good view."

With that, Nora headed for the door.

"Ah!", Nora exclaimed the moment she stepped into the hallway.

Marcy craned her neck to see that Nora bumped into George. Why was he standing there?

George's eyes darted from Nora to Marcy. "Is everything alright?"

"Of course, it is.", Nora said stiffly. "We were just talking." She side-stepped him and disappeared into her room. After the previous night, Nora didn't want to deal with George. The man was unstable and violent.

Marcy stared at George who was looking to his right until the door of Nora's room closed behind her, and then he turned to look at Marcy.

"What did she want?"

Marcy swallowed hard. "Nothing."

George's anger swelled. What did she mean by, nothing? George gave his report to Alpha Edward and he heard every word that was said between Marcy and Nora. Didn't she realize that her window was open? If they wanted to make it private, they should have used the mind-link.

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Marcy stepped back on instinct when she saw George making his way into her room. Why did he close the door behind him?

She continued moving backward until her back hit the wall.

George didn't stop approaching Marcy until he nearly pressed her against the wall with his body.

He was irked that they had sex the previous night, and it was her first time, yet she was acting like everything was normal.

Part of him hoped that Marcy was silent in the car because she was reconsidering the arrangement of being Alpha Damon's Luna, and he thought that she will ask George to stop the car and turn around. Surely, after experiencing intimacy with a mate, she should know that no other man can make her feel that way. However, after overhearing the conversation between Marcy and Nora, George realized that he was wrong.

Marcy was still going through with it like last night didn't happen. Was she only toying with him? This thought enraged him. No one gets to toy with an Alpha. NO ONE!

He grabbed her chin roughly and lifted her head. "What did you talk about with Nora?"

"Nothing.", Marcy repeated. When George narrowed his eyes at her, she asked, "What do you want?"

"I want things that belong to me."

George had no idea why he said this, but his wolf was pushing him to get closer, much closer to Marcy.

He had an urge to remind Marcy that she belongs to him.

George cursed internally. Stupid bond! It was cracked, but it still influenced him in ways he didn't want.

Didn't he decide not to talk to Marcy until he figures out what to do with her? Her scent of candy tempted him to stop resisting and his cock throbbed painfully in the desire to sink into her tender flesh.

This was the problem with Alphas. Their wolves were much stronger compared to others and they provided an advantage in strength, speed, and aura, but all that came with ridiculously powerful animalistic urges to possess things that belong to them, and George's wolf saw Marcy as his.

It was easier to stay away from Marcy when others were around. George used all his willpower to suppress his wolf because he needed to pay attention to his image and not get in trouble, but now it was just the two of them, and George lowered his guard which allowed his wolf to take over.

Marcy's eyes widened as she understood George's words. Did he want her? She pressed her legs together as graphic images from the previous night flashed in her mind.

"This… is not right.", Marcy said breathily. "Don't make things more difficult than they already are. I am here for Alpha Damon. You should accept my rejection and we should move on."

George's nostrils flared in anger, and he pinched her chin harshly. "You want me to step back so that you can move on? Do you think it will be that easy?"

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Chapter 346 – Marcy Is Here (6)

George towered above Marcy, and she could feel his heat splashing on her body.

Marcy's system was getting overloaded with George's sweet scent of clover and her wolf urged her to close that minuscule distance between them.

Marcy cursed herself internally. Why did she want to wrap her arms around George? She was here for Alpha Damon!

Marcy's thoughts were obvious as her face got flushed and George could smell her arousal. But why was she glued with her back to the wall? Her hands were balled into fists. Did Marcy think that she can resist this pull between them that was still there despite Marcy damaging it with her rejection?

George was determined to break her will and to show her that she belongs to him.

His free hand snaked to reach low on Marcy's back and her heart skipped a beat when he undid the button at the back of her skirt. In the next moment, the zipper came open, and her skirt slid down her legs and fell on the floor.

Marcy's wolf howled in pleasure when George's hand moved under her shirt and pushed her bra up so that he can palm her breast.

Marcy moaned when he twisted her nipple.

"Who do you belong to, Marcy?", George asked in a dangerously low voice.

"I… I…", she struggled to speak. She knew that this was not right and she should push him away, but her wolf said otherwise, and Marcy released a shaky breath while acknowledging fervent pulses of need that were converging at her core.

"Say it!", George growled.

Marcy felt his hand moving away and she stuck her chest out to fill his palm again with her tender flesh.

"Yours. Yours!", Marcy said with haste. She would say anything, just to make him do what he was doing, and she wanted more.

He sneered and Marcy took that as approval.

Her hands moved reluctantly to the buttons of his pants, and when he didn't stop her, she undid the buttons quickly.

"On your knees, Marcy.", George ordered, and she obeyed.

He pressed his palms on the wall behind Marcy to steady himself as she took him into her mouth. She knew what she was doing.

George loved and hated every moment of Marcy sucking him off and he despised himself for being weak.

'Just once. Just this once…', he told himself and he fisted a handful of Marcy's hair while thrusting into her mouth, allowing himself to get lost in the heat and softness that came with the sparks of confirmation she was made for him.

A deep growl ripped from George's chest as he shot his hot seed at the back of her mouth, and he yanked her head away when she licked him clean.

"What are you doing?", Marcy blurted out when she realized that he was buttoning up his pants.

George paused. "Did you say something?"

She got up and wiped the saliva from her chin with the back of her palm.

"Are you leaving?"

George's lips lifted into a smirk. "Don't you want me to leave?"

'What kind of a question was that?', Marcy thought while frowning. They both knew what she wanted, but George wanted her to say it.

"Don't leave. Not before…" She swallowed hard. "You fuck me."

George's eyes flashed in surprise. He really didn't think she will say it outright. "Is that what you want, Marcy?"

"Yes."

He inched closer and his breath splashed on her face. "Tell me what you want. In details, Marcy."

She blinked rapidly. "I want your cock in my pussy." Seeing that he didn't move a muscle, Marcy exhaled in frustration. "Didn't I give you a blowjob just now? You could at least… AH!" She shrieked when he grabbed her neck and pushed her toward the bed.

Marcy fell on the mattress, face down, and she jolted when she felt George pushing her panties to the side.

She stuck her ass up in the air and fisted the cover while waiting to see what he will do.

There was the pressure and stretch and then George gripped Marcy's hips and started pounding himself into her, pushing her closer to rapture with his every thrust, and she muffled her cries into the pillow.

George was lost in the sensation of Marcy's tender flesh gripping his cock flawlessly and he was glad that he took her from the back because she didn't get to see his blissful expression.

Her hips were rocking to meet his, making his brutal assault even more violent.

"Fuck!", he cursed.

She loved it rough, and George didn't hold back.

With a muffled groan, George released his load deep inside Marcy and her body twitched in the orgasm that wrecked her insides.

He pulled out and when he released her hips, Marcy plopped sideways on the bed while gasping for air.

She watched him as he buttoned up his pants, and he left her room without a word. Again.

Marcy didn't know how to process what happened. Her insides throbbed as she was coming down from her high, and her wolf urged her to go after George and ask for more, but Marcy laid on the bed and stared blankly at the closed door.

After an unknown measure of time, Marcy released a shaky breath. She was about to meet Alpha Damon and she needed to tidy up before that.

What happened with George was a confirmation that she needed to convince him to accept her rejection because this… it can't happen again. No matter how good it felt.

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George slammed the door of his room behind him, and he jabbed his hand into his hair.

What the fuck was that?

His mind was a mess and he wanted to shift into his wolf form and go for a run, but he feared that his wolf will just run to Marcy. Stupid animal!

Did his wolf really expect that George will forget who he is, and what Marcy did, because sex is good?

George took a mental note not to allow his wolf to resurface again. This was dangerous. Luckily, no one saw or heard them, but next time they won't be so lucky.

What next time?

The smartest thing would be to accept Marcy's rejection. But he won't do it before he gains something out of it. Surely, he didn't suffer last few weeks for naught.

Marcy might say that she wants to be with Alpha Damon, but her body was saying otherwise.

Can he take advantage of that?

He felt like slapping himself. Why was he thinking about sex with Marcy again?

George went to his suitcase and got a change of clothes. He needed to shower before Alpha Damon summons him into the study, and George didn't want Marcy's scent on him when he goes there. Surely, as an Alpha, Damon will be able to pick up that detail, and then everything will be ruined.

 

Chapter 347 – Wanton Scent (1) [Bonus Chapter]

Talia walked in front while guiding Marcy and George to Damon's office.

Talia was nervous knowing that this will be it. The first meeting of Marcy and Damon. Will it be their last one? Talia hoped so, but realistically… probably not.

She could feel Damon's anxiousness increasing with every step she took. He was watching them through the security feed, and he knew they were coming. Somehow, knowing that Damon was a nervous wreck, made Talia feel a bit better.

Talia did her best to compose herself.

What's the worst that can happen?

Based on what Mindy said, things could escalate, and in that case, Maya, Kalina, and Mindy will help her hide the body.

Maya's estimate was that they will have at least one week until people notice that Marcy was missing, and by then they will figure out how to deal with the aftermath.

One thing confused Talia. She was walking in front because she was leading the way. But what about George and Marcy?

Marcy was the main guest and George was her guard. Why was he walking in front of Marcy?

Based on the hierarchy werewolves respected, Marcy should walk in front.

Something didn't seem right, but Talia couldn't put her finger on it. She hoped that Damon will be able to figure it out.

George had his signature unreadable expression, but his insides were twisting into knots as he fought his internal battle.

His wolf wanted to turn around, grab Marcy, and run away with her to a place where no one will find them. On the other hand, George didn't want anything to do with Marcy.

George knew that this was the bond. Will one bond make him abandon everything he worked so hard for?

He finally got close to Alpha Edward and is able to pry into the secrets of the Red Moon pack. He is only a step away from avenging his parents and his pack.

If Alpha Edward finds out that George and Marcy are mates, all that will collapse. And if Marcy and George were not mates, George would be able to dismiss Marcy easily, just like any other woman.

George couldn't deny that every time he and Marcy touched, it felt heavenly. His anger swelled again. It would feel much better if she didn't ruin the bond between them!

And why did she do that? So that she obeys her father? So that she becomes Alpha Damon's Luna?

George wondered, should he tell Marcy that he is an Alpha? No. For Marcy, that won't change anything because other than his Alpha bloodline, George didn't have anything else going for him.

George was aware of the possibility that if Marcy found out about his true background, she will tell Alpha Edward, and then years of his hard work will be for naught.

Marcy rejected George when she thought he was an Omega, and she was not willing to accept him as Commander George either, and all that was only so that she can give herself to an Alpha who was not her mate!

He couldn't believe that less than an hour ago she was moaning his name, yet now she was going to become another man's woman. Power-hungry bitch!

Marcy walked behind George while clutching the hem of her blouse.

She knew that this was it. She was about to meet with Alpha Damon. She needed to leave a good impression. But, why was her mind all over the place?

It was all George's fault! If he accepted her rejection right away, none of this would be a problem!

And if George didn't come to her hotel room last night, she wouldn't know about the ecstasy of having him inside her. And if he didn't come to her room just an hour ago, she wouldn't have these doubts if going along with her father's arrangements was a good idea.

Marcy told herself to drop any thoughts about resisting her father's wishes. He took her passport, and his men are everywhere. Only by becoming Alpha Damon's Luna, Marcy will get her chance to do what she wants. What did she want? Marcy was not sure, but once she gets the power, she will figure it out.

She looked at the broad back in front of her. George was not romantic, gentle, or caring. He was nothing like the prince charming she imagined many times, but everything about him was right… everything was right except that he was not Alpha Damon.

Marcy took a deep breath to compose herself, but the sweet scent of clover made it all worse. Damn it!

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The door of the study cracked open, and Damon watched as Talia walked in first, and he knew that she didn't look at him because her composure might crack. It was better this way. He will handle Marcy, and Talia will get to see him clear the path for them. As a man, he should do this.

Once Marcy is out of the picture, Talia's wolf will be pacified, and Damon will get to mark Talia and they will be official! Yes, yes. He will focus on the end goal and that will be his drive to go through whatever is coming.

Damon blinked to see Marcy and George standing in front of his desk. It seems that he spaced out a bit.

Damon stood up and gestured toward the chairs on the opposite side of his desk. "Have a seat. I hope your trip was pleasant."

Marcy frowned at this stony welcome. Sure, she didn't expect hugs and kisses right away, but this was too detached. Is this how a man welcomes his future wife?

"It was. Thank you, Alpha Damon."

It was George who responded, and he took a seat on one of the two chairs.

Marcy sat on the chair next to George and glanced around.

With her every next inhale, Marcy detected something she could describe as a wanton scent and she wondered what exactly Alpha Damon was doing in his study. The window was open, and the intensity of the scent told Marcy that whatever thing Damon did, it was recent.

Marcy's eyebrows shot up when she saw that Talia was still in the study, and she also had her own desk and everything.

Marcy concluded that Talia was much more than just a host.

Wait! Didn't her father tell her that Alpha Damon had an assistant?

With the lustful scent lingering in the air, Marcy had a hunch that Talia is assisting Damon with more than just checking his emails and answering phone calls.

Damon's attention was on George. "I heard you wanted to meet with me."

"Yes.", George responded. "Alpha Edward wanted me to ensure that future Alpha James is getting the most out of this visit by attending training. If he can learn with the group from the Lightclaw pack, that would be for the best."

Damon expected this. "We can arrange that. Do you have any specific requirements we should be aware of? I won't make guarantees, but if possible, we will accommodate them…"

George and Damon started talking about training-related issues and Marcy pressed her lips into a line.

Marcy felt like an extra. Shouldn't she be the main person?

 

Chapter 348 – Wanton Scent (2)

'Patience, patience…', Marcy chanted internally while Damon and George talked about James' training nonsense.

She was confident that once they finish talking serious business, Alpha Damon will focus on her.

After all, she is his future Luna. He won't ignore her.

Eventually, Damon and George ended the talk about James' training with the agreement that James will join in the afternoon session. With that, George went to his next topic.

"Alpha Edward instructed me to escort Miss Marcy everywhere until we establish security protocols."

Marcy frowned at this. Didn't her father say that George's task is to ensure Marcy reaches the Dark Howlers pack safely? What was that nonsense about escorting her?

Damon thought for a moment before responding, "We have patrols in the area. Due to security reasons, we don't share that information with the outsiders, but I can assure you that the packhouse and vicinity are safe. As you can see, none of us has additional security. However, I have no objections to you escorting Miss Marcy until you are satisfied."

Marcy had a bad feeling about this. Was George going to stick to her forever?

But before she could say anything, Damon was talking to her.

"Miss Marcy, do you foresee occasions where you will stray away from the group? Do you plan to go somewhere on your own?"

Marcy was not sure how to respond to this. "Other than spending time with you, Alpha Damon, I don't have other plans."

Damon was about to say something, when his wolf exclaimed in his head, 'Wait!'

'What?', Damon grumbled back.

'I know you want to diss her, but don't.'

Damon was confused. 'Didn't we agree to set the mood from the start that will send a clear message about how Marcy is not important? I remember clearly that the motive was to get Marcy pissed so that she makes a scene and I kick her out.'

'Trust me. Just continue talking to the non-mate like you are interested and let me observe. There is something strange going on with the Commander.'

Damon gritted his teeth in annoyance. Who cares about Commander George?

Damn it! Damon had a good point to make, but with his wolf interrupting, he lost his train of thoughts.

What did Marcy say? Oh, yes… something about spending time with him. How can he respond like he was interested without taking it too far and without making Talia misunderstand? Talia was working on her computer, but Damon felt Talia's anxiety bubbling.

Damon plastered a smile on his face and prayed that this will work.

"As much as I would love to spend time with you, Miss Marcy, you should be aware that we are currently hosting guests from other packs, so we can't ignore them."

For Damon, the WE was for him and Talia, but for Marcy that WE was for Damon and Marcy.

Marcy's lips lifted into a smile. "I understand. Should I entertain the guests?"

Damon released a sharp breath because he felt Talia's hostility rising by the second. He really wanted to tell Marcy to scram, but his wolf was urging him to add more fuel to the fire.

Damon wondered, what exactly was his wolf planning to accomplish? To get rejected not only by Talia's wolf but by Talia herself? He didn't want to sleep on the sofa!

However, his wolf got him out of the pickle many times, so Damon decided to trust the old guy. He needed to act swiftly before Talia blows up.

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"If you could entertain them, that would be splendid.", Damon said to Marcy, and when Talia's anger hit him full force, Damon added. "Keep in mind that Talia already has a schedule for the next couple of days. You can coordinate with her to see where you can participate and if you have ideas on how to improve it, I'm confident that Talia will consider your inputs."

Marcy smiled brightly. "I will be happy to help. I don't know what Miss Talia planned, but I assure you that I know how to organize age-appropriate entertainment."

Alpha Edward told Marcy to jump into the whole future Luna role as soon as possible. She thought it will be difficult, but it was easier than expected. However, she was not pleased with just entertaining guests. "I hope that we can set aside some time for the two of us. Maybe after guests retreat for the night."

This time, even Damon felt hostility sizzling from George. It was a bit exaggerated for a guard, but Damon didn't have time to think about it because Talia was listening, and any misstep could put him in big trouble.

'Any more, and we will be in trouble with Talia.", Damon growled at his wolf.

'OK. You can back off now.', Damon's wolf responded, and Damon took this as his cue to get things to a closure.

Damon stood up from his chair.

"It will depend on my schedule, Miss Marcy. I'm sure you know that Alpha's duties don't end with entertaining guests. I will let you know when my calendar clears up. In the meantime, feel free to explore the area, participate in activities, and make yourself at home."

By this time, Damon was next to the door, holding them open in a sign that George and Marcy should leave.

Marcy frowned. She just got here and was supposed to leave? She turned to Talia. "Miss Talia, when can you show me the schedule?"

"I have a few important things to deal with here.", Talia said while gesturing toward her computer. "I will find you when I finish."

George was first to get up. He nodded at Talia and extended his hand for a handshake toward Damon. "Thank you, Alpha Damon. We will see you for lunch."

Damon shook George's hand and then robotically extended his hand toward Marcy.

'Smell her!', Damon's wolf exclaimed in Damon's head and the moment Marcy's hand landed in Damon's. Damon tugged Marcy toward her, and he leaned closer while inhaling discretely.

Talia narrowed her eyes at Damon who was getting too close to Marcy. What the hell was he doing? Did he just sniff her? But Talia didn't move from her spot because, officially, she was Damon's assistant.

Talia waited patiently for Damon to close the door behind George and Marcy, before asking irritably, "Does she smell good?"

Damon turned to Talia robotically. "George."

"What?"

"There is something going on between Marcy and George.", Damon said. When he saw that Talia was frowning, he explained, "While I was talking to Marcy, George was getting hostile. And now… I picked up a hint of George's scent mixed in with Marcy's. It was arousal with something else. Like when I enter a room that was recently used for carnal pleasures. Definitely wanton."

Talia blinked. "Wanton?"

"My wolf agrees."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not sure.", Damon admitted. "But it's something we should explore. Let's find out what's going on."

 

Chapter 349 – Wanton Scent (3)

Seeing Talia's grumpy expression, Damon sashayed toward her.

"Is my mate jealous?", he asked in a singing voice.

He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck with his nose. "Are you, kitten?"

Talia regretted that Damon can feel her emotions. But even with that, she had no intention of admitting it. "Hmph! Who will be jealous of you?"

Damon chuckled. "As much as I enjoy that you are so possessive of me, there is no need. When I spoke with Marcy like she was welcome here, it was because my wolf urged me."

'Traitor!', Damon's wolf shouted in Damon's head and Damon ignored him. It's not like he was lying.

"Kitten, you need to believe me. No woman compares to you."

Talia could feel the sincerity behind his words and her fighting spirit diminished. She punched his chest weakly. "If you get close to Marcy again like that, I might break every part of your body that came in contact with her."

Damon swallowed hard. Somehow, he knew that Talia was not issuing empty threats. "It was for the purpose of smelling her. With George and Marcy next to each other, it was the only way to confirm that his scent was coming from her as well."

Talia knew he was right, but… "I didn't like it. Next time, find another way to confirm stuff. Maybe I should start sniffing guys to prove…"

"No, no!", Damon interrupted her. "Message received. Loud and clear."

Talia stifled a laugh. When will he understand that she wants to be his equal in everything? And that means that if she can't sniff men, he definitely can't sniff other women! But this was no time for petty bickering.

While thinking about their situation, Talia thought of something. "If Commander George is upset at the idea of Marcy being with you, will she be jealous if he is with another woman?"

Damon shrugged. "We won't know until we try."

Damon's face lit up as an idea popped into his mind. "We don't necessarily need Marcy to slip so that we can send her packing. If Commander George loses his cool, we can shift the blame on Marcy and wrap it up as disrespect. And if we confirm that George and Marcy are doing something fishy, that will be the nail in the coffin."

Damon looked at Talia expectantly. "Kitten, are you with me in this?"

Talia smiled at the silly Alpha. "I am with you in anything."

She buried her face in his chest and took a deep breath. Forest and dark chocolate. Her favorites.

"Damon?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think that Marcy and George could smell what we did before they came here?"

Damon chuckled lowly. "Absolutely. It was fresh, so they definitely picked it up. I saw Marcy's nose scrunching more than once."

She thought of something else. "Was George's scent on Marcy fresh?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, they came here two hours ago, and before that, they spent a few hours in the car. If his scent was fresh, doesn't that mean they did it here?"

Damon thought how that makes sense. "Let's check the security footage."

"We have cameras in the rooms?"

"No. Not in rooms.", Damon responded. "But hallways and common areas are covered, as well as the perimeter around the packhouse. We can see where they went and if they were on their own…"

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A bit later, in the garden…

Talia smiled while approaching her girlfriends. It was good to see Mindy, Maya, and Kalina.

Before leaving the study, Damon and Talia looked at the video surveillance and saw that George and Marcy were in Marcy's room for some time. It was definitely an opportunity for them to get frisky.

They also confirmed that their four new guests were in their rooms, and that's why Talia decided to have a quick chat with Mindy, Maya, and Kalina, before going to Marcy to discuss the so-called schedule where she can participate.

Talia plopped on the chair and let out a long breath.

"That bad. Eh?", Kalina asked. They knew that Talia was away to welcome the group from the Red Moon pack.

"Here is the thing…", Talia quickly shared how she and Damon suspect that something is going on between Marcy and George.

"Are you expecting us to be friendly with Marcy?", Maya asked with a frown.

Talia shrugged. "I'm not sure. I guess you can do whatever you want, as for me, I will be Damon's assistant. We should pretend to have girly time with Marcy and see if we can push George's buttons. Ideally, he will make a scene and we will blame Marcy for it, and Damon can use that to kick them out."

"If we need a scene, let's go to Darkbourne.", Kalina suggested. "Witnesses could be helpful."

Maya agreed. "Let's have lunch out. Just us, girls. Since George is acting as Marcy's bodyguard and we are going out, he will tag along, and we can talk about things like hooking up with guys and stuff."

Kalina thought of something. "Isn't that Nora here also? Considering what I've seen in my pack, she has a short fuse and a few loose screws in her head."

Mindy leaned over the table and spoke in a whisper, "The rumor is that Nora will sleep with anyone, as long as he is a high-ranking member. Watch your mates, ladies."

Maya frowned like she tasted something sour. "I heard about her. If we need someone from the Red Moon pack to cause a scandal, Nora would be my first pick."

Mindy thought of something. "Maya, can you ask a few good-looking warriors to be around? Maybe we can use them."

"You wanted to say how YOU can use them…", Kalina said through giggles.

Mindy shrugged. "There is nothing wrong with mixing work and pleasure. You have your mates, but I don't." She turned to Maya. "Emphasis on good looking."

Maya stifled a laugh, but she knew that Mindy's suggestion had a point. The warriors could be used to keep Nora busy, and also to provoke George.

Talia was surprised to see that her girlfriends came up with plans on the spot. She was really glad to have them on her side.

While Maya, Mindy, and Kalina chatted, Talia's eyes fell on the scattered papers on the table among the plates with snacks and cups with tea.

"What is that?", Talia asked.

Maya responded. "We are planning a party for you."

"For me?"

"It seems Damon didn't tell you.", Maya said. "Damon wants you to meet with the Elders as soon as possible."

Talia knew that a party was coming eventually. She had one question. "When is the party?"

"Tomorrow evening.", Maya responded.

Talia thought that she heard it wrongly. Tomorrow? She was not ready!

Axel just left, Marcy was here, and a party was coming?

Talia was not sure how much stress she can handle before falling apart.

Seeing that Talia's expression was not good, Mindy put her hand over Talia's and gave her a squeeze. "Don't worry Lia. We are here to help you out."

"I know. Thank you…", Talia responded weakly.

She took a mental note to ask Damon why were they pushing a party among all this mess? Don't they have enough going on?

Chapter 350 – Lunch With The Next Luna Of The Dark Howlers Pack (1)

Lunchtime…

Damon sat at the head of the dining table in the packhouse and looked at the people who were seated there.

Caden, Tony, Paul, Nate, Greg, James.

The seat on his left was empty. That's where Talia was supposed to be. He would hold her hand, cut the food for her, and feed her, but she was not there, and he missed her immensely.

Nothing made sense without Talia. The food didn't taste good, and the colors of the world faded.

Only with Talia's absence, Damon understood how much he was attached to her. In a few short weeks, Talia became an integral part of Damon's life and without her, Damon felt empty.

Yes, Talia told him that she is going to Darkbourne for lunch with girls as part of the plan to isolate Marcy and to make her slip, but Damon was uneasy to have Talia out of his visual range. Doesn't she know that she always gets into trouble and some random guys stick to her?

Damon didn't like it.

"How can George go, and I can't?", Damon grumbled while squeezing Talia against his body in a hug that nearly made her unable to breathe.

"He is going as Marcy's bodyguard."

"I want to guard your body.", Damon said without missing a beat.

Talia shook her head at the clingy Alpha. She was not sure if he was talking about attending lunch, or naughty stuff, but she didn't want to ask for clarification because it was probably both.

"If you are there, Marcy will be at her best behavior. It's just this once. Maya told me that we will make Marcy feel important and if all goes well, we will have lunch tomorrow without Marcy, and we won't need to worry about her ever again."

Seeing that Damon's expression softened a bit, Talia added, "I'm not a pushover. Did you forget that your mate is awesome?"

Damon was not amused by her cheeky tone. He was genuinely worried. "Don't use your power, kitten."

"I won't. Maya, Kalina, and Mindy will be there. Who can bully me with them around?"

And here was Damon, in the packhouse, stuck to have lunch with six guys.

Sausage fest.

Caden was talking about training, and Damon remembered, "James will join you for the training, starting this afternoon."

The teenager in question nearly dropped the fork from his hand. He was eating without a care in the world and scrolling through human entertainment news on his phone with his right hand when Damon dropped this bomb. "I will?"

Damon nodded in confirmation. "I discussed it with Commander George. He will focus on guarding Miss Marcy, so Caden will be in charge of your training going forward. You will start with evaluation, and take it from there…"

This was the only good thing that came from Damon meeting with Marcy and George earlier that day.

Damon liked the idea of George shadowing Marcy everywhere. Like that, there will be no chances for Marcy to catch Damon on his own, and he won't end up in a tricky situation like Marcy falling into his lap accidentally.

And Damon was back to thinking about Talia.

How was she doing?

He could feel some discomfort coming through the mate bond, and he would be surprised if Talia was happy to have lunch with Marcy.

Damon decided to do something that will lift Talia's spirits. He wanted her to know that he was thinking about her.

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In a restaurant in Darkbourne…

Maya made a reservation for a table for six, and that table was currently occupied by Talia, Maya, Kalina, Mindy, Marcy, and Nora.

The table next to them had George and five ranked soldiers. Maya called them there on a pretense of securing they are not disturbed, but the truth was that she wanted George to be at the different table. Like that, Marcy will be able to relax more, and hopefully fall into a trap.

The restaurant was full of patrons. It was the peak lunch hours.

Talia was not sure what Maya, Kalina, and Mindy were planning. Before lunch, Talia needed to talk to Damon and to fetch Marcy, so the three girlfriends told Talia that they will come up with a few ploys to trap Marcy and Nora, and that Talia just needs to play along. The only hint Talia got was that they will make Marcy feel special because only an overconfident she-wolf will show her true colors. Unfortunately, Talia had no idea what that meant.

Talia looked at Nora and Marcy and she was not sure what to think about them.

Marcy was Talia's bully, so Talia had to force herself not to show displeasure, but Nora was not giving off better vibes either.

It was obvious that Nora suffered from a case of inflated importance. Her chin was always lifted up, and she spoke loudly, like she wanted to attract attention.

Nora was in her element. After a not-so-stellar welcome, she was having lunch with high-profile individuals, and that was more in line with what she was expecting from this visit.

Nora had a permanent smile on her face because she hoped that other patrons will take photos of them and post them on social media for the world to see.

The only downside was that Nora thought she will have lunch with Alpha Damon, but she couldn't come up with an excuse to bail from this all-girl event. Nora comforted herself with the thought that they will be at the Dark Howlers pack for a while, and she will have plenty of opportunities to see the man in charge of this place. She will probably see him for dinner, or maybe breakfast tomorrow. The man has to eat, and she will be around.

Compared to Nora, Marcy was a mystery. She was smiling stiffly and not talking much.

Of course, Marcy received education on etiquette, and she knew what was appropriate for various settings. She also had a circle of friends and attended many social events and parties.

The current situation kept Marcy on her toes and she repeatedly reminded herself to listen more and talk less.

One of the main obstacles for Marcy to loosen up was George. He was looking at her intently, and she was afraid that if she provokes him, he will catch her on her own again. Will she be able to resist the urge to have sex with him?

Marcy had to acknowledge the attraction that was tangible. She was confused, why couldn't she snap out of it? Didn't she reject George? Sure, he was handsome, but she met many handsome guys and other than Alpha Damon, Marcy didn't find herself wishing to submit to any other man. Except for George.

Another thorn in Marcy' side had Nora's name written on it.

Nora was Marcy's so-called best friend who had no problems spreading her legs for Marcy's future husband and for Marcy's father, and maybe even for her teenage brother, and Marcy was confident that Nora will backstab her without a second thought.