Beta John's POV

I laid back in my bunk, a few minutes after lights out. My head was still going a million miles a minute; the Russian lessons I was taking were not enough to calm me. My wolf was not happy with me, he was tightly chained in the back of my mind right now. He wanted his mate, he wanted to run, to hunt, to howl at the moon, and we could have none of it.

"Я тебя люблю - I love you," I whispered to my Jessie, wherever she was.

Today at visiting hour I didn't see Alpha Larson, instead I had a visit from my lawyer,...