Everyone has a secret. Porsha Harris had two: She's a werewolf, and is the number one leading cause of death in her small town of Oaks. Also, she's in a family business. One that includes: Guns, violence, and a little bit of Grand Theft Auto.
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"So you're becoming a domestic housewife? I thought you were better than that Daria?" Liam was about to say something when Daria stopped him. She looks back at me with sad, guilty eyes while mine were straight fire. "Porsha can we talk upstairs?"
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When that was said most people shuffled back outside, including Fawn. Liam was the only one left when Daria told him that we needed a private moment. We were alone in the living room, and that's when I finally got a good look at her. "Fat and engaged looks good on you."
"I get that your upset, you just found out that your Ma passed. I get that you hate me for taking the house from you. But you gotta hear me out, that's the least you can do for me. Not Daria the Alpha but your best friend." She pleads and that's when she leads me upstairs to my old bedroom that hasn't changed a bit. "I refused the first three times, I was forced into it. Damien started doing drugs and last heard goes to rehab. Liam was too young, and so I finally took the mantel myself. I learned everything I could from your mother,"
She takes a second to adjust herself in the swivel chair before I urge her to move to the bed. I feared for the rock head she carried in her. "Before she passed she re-written a new will giving me the pack house. I refused and refused, and then I got depressed when she died. I tried calling you. I'm not gonna lie, I could've tried more. I could've hunted you down and dragged your ass down here. I know that but things were moving so fast, and then me and Liam.... well..."
"He knocked you up, and now you are trying to have a gunshot wedding am I correct?" I say harshly and she nods. "I didn't want things to be this way honestly Porsha. You know me. Why would I change on you like that? And while all this was happening I kept thinking the least I can do for Porsha is keep her out of this life like she wanted, and keep it alive for her."
I looked back at her when she mentioned the second reason why I was here, "Where is it?"
"In the closet," I didn't want to see it just yet. Instead I got to my feet and pulled back my hair only to let it go. Daria stood up too with a little struggle, "If you want I'll sign the house over to you. I'll handle Liam but if you want it. Just say the word Porsha." She tells me and I sit there debating. I still wanted to hurt her, I still wanted this house but seeing her, Liam, and their baby in a small apartment or another house doesn't sit right with me.
The girl is basically my sister, and Liam is my brother, and this child is family. That wouldn't feel right on my soul, no matter how bad I feel right now. I couldn't live with myself... but I'm too stubborn to think straight still. "I'll see you later,"
I overheard her say bye and while it warmed a part of my heart the rest of me was irrationally stubborn. I couldn't stay any longer, "Can you say it though? Just so that I know this isn't..." I whisper closing my eyes, fists balling up. Hearing the bed squeak, "I'm Alpha, I'm engaged to your brother who inherited the medical wing of the pack, and I'm having his firstborn in 2 months. I'm having a girl; we're naming her Blair Avery Harris. It's strong, princess like, and cute in my opinion. I went ahead and made you my royal adviser before your Mom died, the job-if you want it is still yours."
