Chapter Thirty Two

Lacan had always been a firm believer in the ‘happy wife, happy life’ saying and now was a prime example.

His mate was clearly unhappy so life wasn’t looking so good. Hell, that was an understatement; she was positively fuming.

He had just arrived from a meeting with an outside pack as a representative of the Moonstruck Estate’s Council of Alphas.

He had expected to get home, kiss his beautiful mate, go for a solo run if the pack had already ran, take a relaxing shower and cuddle with Areria.

But all his plans had gone down the toilet.

He had gotten home, sat on their bed...