Page 51 of Destined Mate

“Yes. The same omega the Council ignored when he informed you about seeing rogues infiltrating Cross Creek!” Wesley thundered, his fist slamming down on the desk.

So much for keeping his emotions in check.

“The very omega who was auctioned off to a South American werewolf pack who may very well show up here if what they paid for doesn’t arrive,” Wesley growled.

Jerome came around the desk and stood behind Wesley, placing his hand on Wesley’s shoulder.

“Send us the name of the South American pack and any other information you might have. Do you still have the equipment used? Surely you can get something off that,” Counselor O’Connell said.

“We have the equipment and their laptops, and I’ll send that information to you. Last thing I need is for them to show up trying to claim my omega.”

“Please listen this time,” Jerome said.

“Omega, if we granted extensions every time one of you claimed there was trouble—” Counselor Bush snapped.

Jerome leaned forward so he could make eye contact with the other wolf. “No one asked for an extension. I asked forguardsuntil the Luna’s Summons happened,” Jerome said.

“Still—”

“Cross Creek lost pack members because you didn’t listen to me. I was locked in a room and starved. They harassed and bullied pack members. If you had just listened, maybe those wolves wouldn’t have ended up dead!” Jerome shouted.

Jerome’s explosion shocked Wesley, but he didn’t blame him because he was absolutely correct.

“They died fornothing.” Jerome’s voice broke.

A moment of silence passed between them all as the members of the Council watched silently from their screen.

“This pack has been through enough,” Wesley said finally. “Withdraw the Luna’s Summons.”

“It’s supposed to take place tomorrow evening,” Counselor Reeves said. “It’s too late. All the alphas are already in San DeLain.”

“Then send a fucking email out,” Wesley snapped. “Do not put this pack through more trauma. They’ve bonded to me, as has their omega, who, again, let me reiterate, is myFatedmate.”

“You know if we find out you lied about being fated to the omega, that could be punishable by death,” Counselor Bush added.

“Again, feel free to send somebody out here to verify what I have said. I have nothing to hide,” Wesley replied.

“An email will be sent out to all the alphas, calling off the Luna’s Summons,” Counselor O’Connell said.

“Thank you.” Wesley barely got the words out of his mouth before the screens went blank. “And fuck you too.”

Jerome snickered. “They really are pretentious assholes, aren’t they?”

“I know, right? Well, I seem to be on a roll, so why stop here, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Might as well call the parents and tell them what’s going on.” Wesley closed the laptop and hauled out his cell phone for a video call.

“I’m sure you’d like privacy for this, so—”

Wesley wrapped his arm around Jerome and pulled him into his lap. “No, you don’t, pretty wolf. My mom, in particular, will want to meet you. I promise they don’t bite. Much. Okay, okay, I’m kidding! Settle down. They’ll love you, as I’ve already said. Trust me.”

The phone barely rang before a voice echoed through the line. “Wesley? Are you okay? Is something wrong?”

Wesley heard his mom’s worry even from hundreds of miles away. “Mom. I’m fine. We’re fine.”

“We?”

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