Blake’s POV~

Sitting in the office this morning, my mind keeps going over everything Jolene told me last night. She really is an amazing, resilient woman. And smart.. resourceful.. and funny as fuck! Dalton comes walking in, with a shit eating grin on his face.. I narrowed my eyes at him “Did you hook up with that girl last night?” And he laughed “She wasn’t lying when she said she could chase dick until the cows come home! Just sayin’..” and we both cracked up. I was just like him.. back in the day!

He asked “What about you? That cute little blonde seemed to catch your eye! Did you check out that girl’s ass! Dayummm! Bet you could bounce quarters off that thing!” I snapped “No! She’s just a funny decent girl! I have a mate and would never cheat on her!” Dalton smirked “Yeah.. brother! Too bad your mate don’t live by that philosophy! Word is she ain’t a nobody.. she’s an ANYbody’s! But.. you aren’t ready to hear that story!”

I sat up in my chair.. “What are you talking about? If you know something, you need to tell me! I’m already struggling with even thinking she would be our Luna.. and my wolf.. Odin.. hates her and Nancy. Her wolf’s name is Nancy for the love of our Goddess! But how can Odin hate her? It makes no sense!”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket.. going to his messages says “Okay.. I didn’t take any of these.. I don’t even know who did.. so don’t shoot the messenger, dude! My body is too pristine to sport holes in it!” And hands me his phone.

I scroll through the photos.. about twenty of them. And there she is.. My mate. Crystalline. In flagrant states of undress. Riding wolves like a rodeo cowgirl. Sucking dick like she’s paying her way through college. I link my dad to come to my office.. laying his phone down. Dalton says “Let me bring up her IG.. this will probably piss you off.” And he scrolls a bit, then clicks on ‘The Queen of Bear Creek ’ There are thousands of pics.. her in pasties and g-strings.. in sheer lingerie.. demi-bras and crotchless panties. Her private parts are strategically covered or blurred.. but Goddess damnit!

Dad walks in and I just hand him the phone. He scrolls a few minutes.. then lays the phone face down. He says “Well” then clears his throat. “I don’t know what to say. I could suggest you make her close all her social media accounts. But, the pictures are out there now! And.. because of that.. the entire reputation of our pack is on the line.” I picked the phone up and go back to the text messages of pictures.. showing him those. And he growls. “She’s your mate. And rejecting your mate is harmful for all concerned.. But I can only advise you. Not tell you what to do!”

I agreed saying “ This goes beyond being the icing on the cake.. that privilege went to her behavior at the restaurant last week. This is the whole fucking cake topper. Odin hates her, Dad. He says she stinks! And not stink in a generic sense.. stinks as in week old socks in your gym locker stinks! I am seriously considering asking the monarchy to break the bond. I haven’t been able to even mate her.. much less think about marking her! Odin wouldn’t allow my dick to get hard ever again, if I even tried!”

Dalton cracked up and I snapped “Sure.. it’s funny for you! Your dick is standing at attention if the wind blows across it!” He smirks “Don’t be hatin’ dude! I’m not going to join you on BrokeDick Mountain!” And that had my dad laughing. “Sooo happy my pain brings you both joy!” Which made my dad laugh harder!

He stands saying “Mom and I have a reservation at Mountain Den tonight.. why don’t you boys join us and you run this debacle past your mother? She may have insight from a different perspective! It’s worth a shot!” And I nod.. thinking it’s another chance to see the gorgeous Jolene! And she is occupying entirely too much of my headspace. I should start charging rent!

I downloaded the photos to my laptop.. thinking.. after I send that email, I was going to have to scrub my hard drive with ajax and a choreboy! I drafted the email. Attaching the photos and the link to her Instagram. Explaining the dilemma I was facing.. but feeling it would be detrimental to Odin to outright reject the whore.

Dalton and I went out for a run. Odin needing to stretch. And I needed to work out frustrations. 🐺

Odin, I’m sorry. We didn’t get the crème de la crème of mates

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Dude.. we don’t get to see a lineup of hotties and pick the one we want. Let’s just go with the Goddess got this one wrong.

🐺

But.. I can’t even think of one redeeming quality..there’s nothing to work with!

🐺

Quit worrying. Whining about it.. won’t change it and only we have that power!

Realizing he is right.. we head back to shower and get ready to go to dinner. I’m actually looking forward to something.. for the first time in a long time. I take my time deciding what to wear. I settled on black dress pants with black leather boots. An emerald green dress shirt that I knew made my eyes look good. I pulled my hair high into a topknot and trimmed my ‘five o’clock shadow’ beard. And I know I look good! I feel good! Then, I laugh at my own silliness!

I can’t get Jo out of my head. Odin has told me he talks to Angel… and that shouldn’t be possible without being members of the same pack. I find myself wondering if it’s because she is a healer. They’re so rare. And sought after by many packs.. since Damien and Lynette have been in charge…wolves are safer. But there is still so many nefarious things that go on. And holding special wolves captive is one of them. Still corrupt Alphas….and still many packs not following the doctrines of the Moon Goddess!

Walking down to the landing, Dalton looks at me and gives a slow whistle “If I was a chick.. I’d do you! Will you be my date for the prom??” And I punched him! “What the fuck is wrong with you, dude!?”