Jason's POV

　　It had been a long night and an even longer morning, waking up, showering and eating alone because my lovely Kayla had seemingly disappeared during the night. I knew that was my fault, but somehow I had switched to autopilot where Kayla was concerned and flipped off my feelings towards her! Which wasn't a bad thing, as I knew the guilt would eat me up. 

　　We had buried our dead as soon as the sun began to rise and cleaned up the pack house after a few fights had evidently broken out during the night's chaos. Despite many requests for time to grieve, my father had insisted we continued as usual and still held morning training, believing that yesterday showed the pack's safety was more important now than ever!

　　Tommy had been at breakfast, boldly sitting in his seat beside me, grinning like an arrogant fool as he spooned another mouthful of cereal in his chops, his eyes were colder than expected, and the usual playful banter between us was none existent, throwing everyone off as they picked up on the tension between us. After breakfast, Tommy was busy preparing for the party he insisted on throwing this evening for Abigail. 

　　I had agreed, I wanted to see her happy, and her relaxing after a few of Tommy's 'special' cocktails made me smirk wickedly. But I had told Tommy my decision was final by explaining he still had to leave, but this would give the pack a chance to send him off properly! 

　　Archer was still MIA, as was Kayla. Neither had shown their faces all morning! I had decided not to tell my mother the news that I had found my mate until later. I wanted to check on Kayla and pick Abigail up first and see where things lay with the females in my life before her head exploded. 

　　Grabbing my keys, I left to pick Abigail up. Putting the drama and tension of the last 12 hours behind me, I was still processing how I felt about Kayla; I was proud of her and loved her. However, finding my mate didn't feel how I had imagined! There were no overwhelming emotions, no intense need to be with her; things were still the same. And that is where my disappointment lay! 

　　Like now, as I took the stairs two at a time to get to the top floor to see Abigail, my heart raced; my cock was desperate to be inside her, but it was more than that! I ache to see her smile, hear that laugh, and merely be in her company! I simply couldn't wait to see her, and the few short minutes it took me to reach the top floor felt like a lifetime! 

　　I was dying to know if there was a change in her now that she was 18! Would she be as drawn to me as I was to her? Would I feel the same way about her as I do Kayla? Although deep down, I was starting to realise I already cared about Abigail more! A girl I hardly knew!

　　Standing at her door now, being ignored like I was nothing more than an unwanted visitor, unable to see her but smelling that intoxicating scent of hers, wasn't doing anything to help improve my mood or my outlook on the day!

　　Reaching my hand up to knock again, I sighed dramatically when the door finally opened. 

　　"Took you long enough!" I snapped, expecting to see the bouncy red hair of Abigail, but instead, I came face to face with a dishevelled-looking Damien in nothing but a sheet. Abigail's sheet! I could smell her on it and it wasn't all I could smell! 

　　"Sorry to disappoint, kiddo?" Damien snorted, opening the door for me to step inside. Deciding to rise above his taunt, I stepped inside and motioned towards the back of the apartment.

　　"I am here to pick Abigail up as arranged. Is she ready!"

　　"No." He laughed, walking around me to the kitchen; grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, he took a mouthful of it, eyeing me suspiciously.

　　"She's not coming?" I asked, watching him carefully; I have never liked him and trusted him less, but for a smaller guy, he was incredibly ripped. Wolves usually ended up with superhero psychics because of all the training and food we consumed. Damien was lean and athletic; he reminded me of one of the Greek god statues you saw in museums. 

　　"When did I become accustomed to admiring dudes' bodies!" I laughed to Archer, who I remembered was MIA, so my words bounced around my lonely head! 

　　"Oh, she came. Many times." He winked, walking around the bar, a slight smirk on his smug face. "I will wake her up for you!" He laughed and disappeared into what I knew was her bedroom. Following him, I sighed heavily, rolling my shoulders to ease some of the tension building in my back.

　　"It's midday! Why is she still asleep!" I snapped. He answered in the way of pushing the door too behind him, locking me out of the room, but not before I caught a glimpse of Abigail sprawled out on the bed, on her back, starfishing her small double bed; her body glistened with what looked like sweat. 

　　"I am not surprised it's like a sauna in here!" Archer announced sleepily. 

　　"Nice of you to join me!" I growled, regretting it, catching his face screwed up! 

　　"You shut me out, remember! Refused to allow me any control or to stay as a bystander last night as you forced Kayla into submission!" Archer roared at me; I was about to retaliate when I heard Abigail's sweet giggles echo through the room, slipping through a gap in the door. 

　　Moving to stand at it, I sucked in a breath seeing Damien hovering over her naked body, the muscles in his back flexing as he supported his weight. Her legs parted to allow him between her thighs. The scent of sex and her sweet arousal filled the air making my cock twitch dangerously.

　　"We shouldn't watch this!" Archer's sluggish words whispered, acknowledging his words, but I knew he was just as curious as me. Damien's lips were teasing at Abigail's neck as she arched up to him, her ankles hooking at his ass, pulling him closer to her. 

　　"Want me to walk away, bud?" I asked with a grin as Archer fell silent; unable to talk, Damien moved slightly, giving us a perfect view of Abigail's curvy waist and plump tits that Damien's greedy fingers and tongue were massaging. The way she bit her lip as she arched her body up to meet Damiens's hips that rolled against her tiny pink pussy called to the alpha in me.

　　"No!" He finally admitted, settling in at the back of my eyes to watch the girl he desired and the guy he had always hated, ignoring the fact he wanted to be in that room more than he needed his next breath!