Jason's POV

　　Lunch had gone well, and Abigail had managed to charm my parents; they had held off asking too many questions even though I knew it was killing my father. After lunch, my mother gave her a tour of the packhouse while the rest of us finished preparing her surprise party. 

　　I had managed to steal her phone and send a message to Damien, letting him know she would be home later than expected. I knew he would be pissed! But tough he had had her to himself for days, it was my turn to spend time with her now and was I fuck rushing it so she could leave and run back into the arms of a demon. 

　　I hadn't forgotten my earlier attraction and pull to him, but once out of his immediate vicinity, whatever magic his father had cast had worn off, and I had remembered what a complete tool he was! My main focus now was Abigail and keeping her away from Kayla- my actual mate! Who I had managed to avoid all afternoon. 

　　My mother had linked the pack to let us know she was bringing Abigail into the garden now; my eyes scanned the pack seeing their excitement caused pride to swell in my chest. They didn't know Abigail but knew she was important to me and, as such, had made an effort for her! 

　　Rechecking the garden, my green hues drifted to Tommy, looking over at the doors she was about to walk through with bated breath, desperate to see her. I felt my blood boil at his excitement; he was literally rocking on his heels, waiting to see her. to see my girl!

　　"Our Girl!" Archer corrected me, no longer acknowledging Damien's claim to her or the complication of Kayla. 

　　The doors opened, and my mother walked out with Abigail, looking even more beautiful than she did an hour ago. 

　　"Happy Birthday!" Everyone screamed as the music started up. Abigail's red hair flowed freely down her back, curling at the ends in the stubborn way it did. Her eyes glistened with tears making the grassy green shade more vibrant than I had ever seen. My mother had apparently convinced her to change into one of her simple summer dresses, yet given her shocked expression, she had not cottoned onto our plan.

　　Standing on the veranda, looking down at the pack who stood wishing a stranger a happy birthday as if she had always been part of the pack, I could see the overwhelming emotions plaguing her. Seeing Tommy make a move to greet her at the bottom of the stairs, I pushed my feet forward and stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding my hand out to her; winking at her, I nodded my thanks to my mother. 

　　"Can I have this dance, princess?" I asked, slowly drinking in her beauty; I groaned as she slipped her hand into mine,  bringing it to my lips, my green orbs locked on hers, shining with unrivalled passion.

　　"Someone has watched Titanic too many times!" She giggled but nodded, letting me lead her to the dance floor. Shooting Tommy a look of contempt, I pulled her round and up against me, leaving no space between us, loving the feel of her breasts as they pressed firmly against my chest. 

　　"You look beautiful!" I whispered into her ear; the soft blush that swept across her face made me smile peacefully; I knew I would never get enough of making her blush. Lifting my thumb to rub against her rouged skin, I smirked, leaning into her ear. 

　　"You look so innocent." I breathed huskily; with a pout, she pulled her head to the side to look at me, her expression pulled into a mask of mock offence. 

　　"I am an angel!" She grinned sweetly! "I am innocent!" with a smile that could have rivalled Helen of Troy, she leaned her head back on my shoulder, gracing my senses with the fantastic scent of vanilla and coconut. 

　　"Considering what I saw this morning... I would have to beg to differ and stand by my original statement: YOU are NO angel!" I grinned, nipping her neck roughly, losing myself in the soft moan that left her luscious lips

　　Tommy's POV

　　"That's her?" Kayla asked, standing beside me, her eyes locked on the female her mate was dancing with. I knew the pain rippling through her must be agonising, yet she seemed to bare Abigail no ill will or hatred. She just watched with intrigue. 

　　"She is pretty!" She whispered, her voice finally cracking with hurt. Wrapping an arm around my sister's waist, I pulled her to my side and kissed the top of her pretty brown head. 

　　"So are you, sis!" I stated honestly. "She is just... different," I added, wanting to say that Jason would get bored of her like he had all the others, but the truth was I didn't think he would. "Go cut in, dance with your mate" I nodded, and after a moment of reflection, her feet moved, and she headed onto the dance floor. Downing the last of my drink, I watched with interest as Kalya asked to cut in. 

　　Admittedly I wanted to know how Abigail would respond to a female coming between her and Jason, a part of me wanted to know if the attraction was wholly one-sided. Gracefully Abigail stepped aside, nodding for Kayla to take her place, a sweet smile painted on her lips.

　　After making light conversation with a few curious pack members, her eyes found mine, her green jewels lighting up as I nodded for her to join me. Grabbing two cups of the powerful punch I had brewed, she waltzed over to me with a giggle; she was adorable! She reminded me of a teenager who had just stolen a bottle of booze from their parent's basement. 

　　She nodded to Jason and Kayla, who were still dancing, very stiffly and with less flirtatious attraction and more obliged loyalty, I noted sadly. It seemed Abigail was the hot flavour of the month for Jason. 

　　"His mate?" She asked, reaching out to take a cup off her, I laughed gently when she tutted and pulled it away. "Get your own!." She chuckled, downing the first in one mouthful only to hand me the empty cup.

　　"Yes, and THAT" Nodding to the second cup, she clutched in her hand. "Will knock you on your ass! Slow down!" I explained with a shake of my head. Her brow arched challengingly; she downed the second quicker than the first. 

　　"I am so done with men thinking they can tell me what to do." She groaned, taking another two drinks from a server who walked by. "Thanks!" She grinned, nodding to the Omega, who eyed her and then me nervously.

　　"Ma'am.." She winced, seeing the fury explode on Abigail's face; catching on, I burst out laughing as Abigail pointed at herself, mouthing the word 'ma'am' repeatedly. "Those are for the wolves!" The Omega stuttered quickly.

　　"I CAN drink just as well as ANY werewolf!" She barked, throwing both drinks back one after the other; placing the empty cups back on her tray, she turned to me with a triumphant lopsided grin. 

　　"What's wrong with Jason?" She blurted out, curling her body into mine, resting her head on my shoulder. 

　　Shit, she smelt good! Real damn good! Her fingers gripped at my jacket as she tripped over her own feet. I spotted Jason out of the corner of my eye; his face pulled into a scowl seeing Abigail cling to me, wrapping my arm around her shoulders to support her...

　　... and yeah, provoke the fucker! 

　　He needed taking down a peg or two, and if having Abigail grope my chest was how I did it, then fuck it! it wasn't like she wasn't hot! 

　　Or perfect!