Jack’s POV
The five-hour drive between Stella’s college campus and the pack is f*****g awful. Why would she want to drive this at all? I know she is worried about costs but this is bullshit. It’s way easier to just fly.
During the drive, I text Stella and Orson to keep myself entertained. Stella let me know that the creep Mike ignored her in class today. I just hope that on Tuesday he is no longer a problem for her.
I arrived home at six in the evening and headed straight for my office. I have an Omega from the kitchen bring me dinner while I work. I have her leave the door open for once since I’m not in the pack dining hall to talk with pack members tonight.
I got to work on emails and information from my companies while I ate dinner. I was working fast since I had mi
