Unveilded by the Depths

Lorelei

Dillon

"My office, NOW!" my dad growls at me once dinner is over. He marches behind me all the way to his office then slams the door behind himself. "What was that?"

"Dinner?"

He snorts and sits in his chair, motioning for me to take one of the ones in front of his desk. I hate sitting in these chairs, makes me feel like his subordinate, not his son and heir. "Sebastian."

"I have no idea where he came from. Who is he anyway?"

"Sebastian is the Cat Queen's second son," my dad tells me. "But I'm more interested in that little pissing contest you two were having."

"He wants her."

"So?"

"She's MINE!" I growl before I manage to check Jagger's possessiveness.

"Excuse me?"

"She's my mate," I tell him, unable and unwilling to lie.

"Why haven't you claimed her then?" he asks.

"Her wolf is asleep or something. I smell her, but she can't smell me or Jagger. So, she doesn't know."

"He wants her."

It's my turn to snort, "I noticed."

"I think her mother might have done something to her wolf," my dad says. "That might explain her odd smell and how locked down her wolf seems to be."

"Great," I moan.

He chuckles. "Don't worry too much. No magic on earth can stop her shifting on the first full moon of her 18th year. That is ordained by Selene herself."

"Are you ok with her being my Luna?" I ask him. "Considering her parentage."

He sighs, "I'll be honest with you, Dillon. It will make it hard for you and her...but I think you two can overcome the challenges together. She's very beautiful and she impressed me."

My eyebrow climbs, "Seriously?" My father found fault with even some of our allied Alphas.

"When she was in the holding cells, she was nervous, yes, but she still stayed calm." He chuckles again. "She is a member of Oliver's gym. He gave me an earful when he saw her in the interrogation room."

"He likes her?" I ask as Jagger bristles inside me even knowing he was no threat.

"He's trained her for a few years, and she's fought in his ring."

"He let her?" I bristle at the thought. Oliver had an underground fighting ring. You could fight for fun or money, depending on your abilities. He usually kept the pack members and wolves out of it, unfair advantage, and all.

"He said she was trying to make money to run away with." His eyes are twinkling. "She usually won."

I grin back at him, all my teeth on display. "Is that a threat, Dad?"

"Polite warning. She is a Beta."

"I'm an Alpha." I shoot back. "But why doesn't she smell like a witch?"

"I'm hoping that's part of the spell holding back her wolf," my dad tells me. "Although she doesn't strike me as a witch. She's much too...sassy."