waited for Will in the car. He’d already brought his car
over to our house and we drove him back here to get the rest of his stuff.
His parents, standing at the doorway
fighting displayed exactly why he didn’t need more complications. Jackie and
William Pendleton Sr. were in short, awful people. William was the CEO of an
investment firm. An investment firm that Jackie’s father created. Both of them
were pushy, manipulative, and greedy. Neither was on my father’s council though
and when they were wolves, unlike their son, they were nowhere near dominant.
That happened sometimes but it was pretty rare. I suspected Jackie was stronger
than she led on but she played the part of the vapid trophy wife too well to
give it up.
William was rarely home but when he
was, he and Jackie fought nonstop. I’d witnessed it time and again when Will
and I were kids. It appeared William Sr. had come home for the day to put one
last performance in for his son as he moved out. We didn’t need our
hypersensitive ears to hear him either.
“Well, look what you’ve done. We
finally get him back and you push him out. Good job Jackie. Was he interfering
in your torrid affairs? Home when you wanted privacy?”
“Don’t you dare put this on me,
William. Maybe if you were around more, he’d want to stay. You ever think about
that or did your seventeen year old looking secretary forget to schedule you to
go home?”
He got in her face “Oh, I bet you’d
love that. Get me home so you can nag me to death. You’d probably spend my life
insurance on shoes. I have an idea, why don’t you go shopping and buy yourself
a clue.”
Will stepped in between his parents
with the last box and walked toward the car. He got in and didn’t even turn
around. In truth, his parents probably only acknowledged his leaving so they
could blame each other for it.
I drove back to our house and we set
Will up in one of the spare rooms downstairs. When that was finished, Logan went to work and Trent went to grab us breakfast from our
favorite bagel place.
I went to wait in the living room,
giving Will space to move in when he came over to the couch and sat with me.
“Thank you. I know you don’t want me here but thank you.”
I looked at him, “I know you did it
just to get away from the bullshit at home. I get it and I’m glad you’re away
from them but let’s not pretend you’re not also here to baby-sit me.”
He shook his head. “If that’s why I’m
here then that’s your fathers plan but I’m not apart of it. I wanted to be
here. I’m the one who mentioned it to him.”
I couldn’t even begin to understand why
he’d want to be here specifically but then again Trent and Logan were here so
he was probably happy to be living with them. “Then you should know that my
father ordered me to thank you… but I’m not doing it for him. You saved me from
having to confront him about my mom and from having my Alpha status stripped
away. So thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I-” The front door
opened.
“Food’s here.” Trent said as he walked into the living room
holding coffees in one hand and a bag of the best bagels in town in the other.
“You guys are so lucky you have me, I charmed Priscilla into adding muffins
into the order fo ’ free.”
I nodded, impressed. Priscilla was the
woman who owned the bagel shop and she was one tough chick. “Sweet, you get
chocolate chip?” I asked.
“Dude, of course.” He did a little
spin. “Bow down to the master.”
Will and I rolled our eyes in unison.
“Thanks, man” Will said. “I got to get to work so I’ll take mine to go. See you
guys later.”
“Peace” Trent said and I nodded, our standard
greeting and goodbye.
Trent turned toward me. “So, you ready to go
surfing, it’s sick out there.”
I laughed. That’s pretty much all he
thought about, food, girls, and surfing and I don’t think it was in that order.
“Sure. Why the hell not?” The drive was a little over an hour
over to our house and we drove him back here to get the rest of his stuff.
His parents, standing at the doorway
fighting displayed exactly why he didn’t need more complications. Jackie and
William Pendleton Sr. were in short, awful people. William was the CEO of an
investment firm. An investment firm that Jackie’s father created. Both of them
were pushy, manipulative, and greedy. Neither was on my father’s council though
and when they were wolves, unlike their son, they were nowhere near dominant.
That happened sometimes but it was pretty rare. I suspected Jackie was stronger
than she led on but she played the part of the vapid trophy wife too well to
give it up.
William was rarely home but when he
was, he and Jackie fought nonstop. I’d witnessed it time and again when Will
and I were kids. It appeared William Sr. had come home for the day to put one
last performance in for his son as he moved out. We didn’t need our
hypersensitive ears to hear him either.
“Well, look what you’ve done. We
finally get him back and you push him out. Good job Jackie. Was he interfering
in your torrid affairs? Home when you wanted privacy?”
“Don’t you dare put this on me,
William. Maybe if you were around more, he’d want to stay. You ever think about
that or did your seventeen year old looking secretary forget to schedule you to
go home?”
He got in her face “Oh, I bet you’d
love that. Get me home so you can nag me to death. You’d probably spend my life
insurance on shoes. I have an idea, why don’t you go shopping and buy yourself
a clue.”
Will stepped in between his parents
with the last box and walked toward the car. He got in and didn’t even turn
around. In truth, his parents probably only acknowledged his leaving so they
could blame each other for it.
I drove back to our house and we set
Will up in one of the spare rooms downstairs. When that was finished, Logan went to work and Trent went to grab us breakfast from our
favorite bagel place.
I went to wait in the living room,
giving Will space to move in when he came over to the couch and sat with me.
“Thank you. I know you don’t want me here but thank you.”
I looked at him, “I know you did it
just to get away from the bullshit at home. I get it and I’m glad you’re away
from them but let’s not pretend you’re not also here to baby-sit me.”
He shook his head. “If that’s why I’m
here then that’s your fathers plan but I’m not apart of it. I wanted to be
here. I’m the one who mentioned it to him.”
I couldn’t even begin to understand why
he’d want to be here specifically but then again Trent and Logan were here so
he was probably happy to be living with them. “Then you should know that my
father ordered me to thank you… but I’m not doing it for him. You saved me from
having to confront him about my mom and from having my Alpha status stripped
away. So thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I-” The front door
opened.
“Food’s here.” Trent said as he walked into the living room
holding coffees in one hand and a bag of the best bagels in town in the other.
“You guys are so lucky you have me, I charmed Priscilla into adding muffins
into the order fo ’ free.”
I nodded, impressed. Priscilla was the
woman who owned the bagel shop and she was one tough chick. “Sweet, you get
chocolate chip?” I asked.
“Dude, of course.” He did a little
spin. “Bow down to the master.”
Will and I rolled our eyes in unison.
“Thanks, man” Will said. “I got to get to work so I’ll take mine to go. See you
guys later.”
“Peace” Trent said and I nodded, our standard
greeting and goodbye.
Trent turned toward me. “So, you ready to go
surfing, it’s sick out there.”
I laughed. That’s pretty much all he
thought about, food, girls, and surfing and I don’t think it was in that order.
“Sure. Why the hell not?” The drive was a little over an hour
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