Percy's POV
The aftermath of yesterday's battle demanded my attention for hours. Bodies needed burial, hostages required checking, and the mess Shepherd's pack left behind had to be cleaned up. All we discovered was what we already suspected - that bastard wanted our territory because of our wealth.
By the time lunch approached, I finally told Deryl I needed to see my mate.
"How are things between you two? I don't mean to overstep..." my Beta started.
"Then don't," I cut him off sharply. What happens between Henderson and me stays between us. She's untouched by any other man, and no one else will ever know what it's like to have her. That knowledge belongs to me alone.
"It's just... there was so much blood yesterday, Alpha. This pack is full of rogues who've seen worse, but she's different. She's never been a rogue. I know she's an Alpha female, but she hasn't been hardened like us. She's your mate, which makes her my Luna, so I need to know she's handling everything."
