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Those Packs still don’t get along, but I think it has more to do with the decision I made. We took the female with us to the Academy to make sure the unborn Pup would be safe, and after giving birth, the Pup went to live with his Father. She is only allowed to see her Son if his Father is present, which hasn’t been that often; she still can’t stand the sight of her former Mate.
“I think it is more about the fact she can’t stand to see him happy,” Midnight growls, and I know that he is right. This was one of the worst cases I had, and I have seen males and females reject their Mate for different reasons, but most reasons I don’t understand. The Goddess pairs us for a reason; she knows who is best suited for us, and I, for one, will not argue with her.
History has taught us that in most cases, a male or female that rejects their Mate doesn’t get a second chance Mate. There are exceptions, of course, and those are the ones I support for rejecting their Mate. If a male or female gets rejected by their Mate or if their Mate dies, the Goddess always gives them a second chance Mate, but it can take years to find him or her.
Morgan
The past few days have been amazing. King Damon and Casimir have been able to walk around our territory without getting disturbed. Well, not by pushy females, that is. The Pups in our Pack are a different story, but neither one of them seems to mind, and I have caught Casimir playing hide and seek with them once or twice.
King Damon has enjoyed reading to our youngest Pups, and both of them sit wherever they want during meals. Our Pack-members treat them with respect but aren’t afraid to ask questions either, and King Damon and Casimir answer them as best they can.
I even walked into the kitchen one time to find Casimir helping with the desserts for that evening, and when I had thanked one of the Omegas for an excellent dessert, he had asked with a little whine, “What about me?” King Damon had grabbed his phone to film my reaction, but I doubt Casimir got the response
King Damon thought he would get.
I had gotten up from my seat to walk around the table, and when I stood next to Casimir, I had patted him on the head and said, “You did a great job too, Pup,” before I ran from the room, of course, with Casimir on my tail. I ran out the front door and made sure he saw I went around the Pack-house. What Casimir didn’t see was that I ducked behind a bush that stands at the corner of the Pack-house.
I waited until he passed me before I quietly made my way back into the Pack-house to enjoy the rest of my dessert. King Damon shared the video with me and told me he never had this much fun visiting a Pack. I have spent a lot of time talking with my parents and my Brothers about what happened, and when Ashton explained what they had been doing, I actually felt bad for leaving.
Mom, who can read me like a book, told me I had nothing to feel bad about, and after we talked it all through, Dad said it was meant to go this way. My future wasn’t inside our Pack’s territory, and if I hadn’t left, I wouldn’t have found a career that I love.
Today we will be heading back to the Academy, but Dad asked if he could talk to us before we left, and I have been wondering what that could be about. I follow Casimir into my Dad’s office, and I see concerned looks on my Brothers’ faces. King Damon doesn’t waste time but asks my Father to say what is on his mind as he sits down.
“Morgan, I know that you are aware of what happened to the last female in our bloodline. What you might not know is that that Pack is still waiting for the day a female is born into our bloodline again. I don’t know how, but they know that our seventh Pup isn’t a Male and that you left Pack-territory. What we don’t know is how they got the information or if they know where you went,” Dad says.
Casimir asks if Dad found out when they figured all this out, and Ashton gets up to retrieve an envelope from Dad’s desk. “We received this almost two weeks ago,” Ashton says as he hands it to King Damon. I think back on where I was two to three weeks ago, but I never left the Academy in those weeks.
Two weeks ago was my unit’s week off because of this trip with King Damon, and the week before that, the assignments had been easy ones. Waylen and Moura had suggested my team and I would stay at the Academy, giving me an extra week to come to terms with going home, and even though we took some assignments from Amir, I never left the Academy.
After King Damon has read the letter, he hands it to me, and Casimir sits down next to me so he can read it at the same time.
Morgan
Alpha Tate,
We know you did your best to hide from the world that your youngest Pup is a female, but your secret is out. We know that you never had the chance to tell her about her gift, and we will make her a part of our Pack, one way or the other.
Your ancestor robbed us of a long line of gifted females, but Morgan will take her place. We won’t make the same mistake as our ancestor made; she will be kept under close watch. Don’t try to warn her or anyone close to her; if you do, we will not only come for your Daughter.
Shadow Rock Pack.
I stare at the letter for a moment before I start cussing and swearing. Casimir just wraps an arm around me and lets me rant until I have calmed down a little. “How did he know?” King Damon asks, and I know he is asking me that question, but I tell him I don’t have an answer.
“My unit didn’t find out until after the try-out weeks, and Nigel was long gone by then. No one in my unit has any contact with him; Nigel was an ass to most of them, and the rest were ignored by him. Even if he had contact with one of them, none of them would have told him, not after hearing from Moura what happened to my ancestors,” I respond.
“I think I might have the answer,” Dad says as he gets out of his seat. “Your Mother and I have always been very aware of this, and that is why we never invited Packs to celebrations or took you with us. You look exactly like her,” Dad says as he shows me a picture of a female, and I could be looking at a picture of myself if it weren’t for the clothes she is wearing.
She is wearing a silver dress with sequins all over it, something I can’t wear because they give me a horrible rash, and if Shadow Rock Pack has a similar picture, Nigel would have recognized me immediately. “But why wait this long to send this letter?” Casimir asks.
