Elena
Axton has been impossible all afternoon. We have done nothing but argue over my pack’s security, and I can see the women are becoming antsy. His aura radiating out of him has them shaken.
“You need to do something, Elena. The women are too frightened to come eat with us,” my mother mind links me, which makes me press my lips in a line.
His aura may not affect me, my mother, Luke, or our sons, but these women are Omegas, and I am tiring of reminding him to tone it down.
Sondra looks like she is about to blow his damn head off any second. My mother has been keeping her distracted. Glancing out the window where we usually set up for dinner together each night with our little pack, the place is completely bare.
“Axton, you need to calm down. I am letting you stay,” I remind him f
