THE POWER STRUGGLE (BOOK TWO)

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Chapter 12

AMELIA

His lips press against mine and he pushes me down onto the bed and places himself between my legs.
He lifts his head and looks me straight in the eye.

“You know every day I wonder what I did to deserve a companion like you. I know you’ve made a lot of sacrifices to stay with me like giving up your career or your personal projects like travelling and what I want to do is prove to you every day that it’s worth it.”

He kisses me briefly and stands up, pulling me by the hand to do the same.

“Come on, I want to show you something.” He says seriously.

He leads me out of the pack house, we walk a few hundred yards past the weeping willow. I look around and the view is breathtaking, behind the trees I discover a pretty clearing.

I look back at Noah.

“I’ve never been here before. It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it because this is going to be our home.”

“What do you mean?” I ask him curiously.

“I’m going to build our house here. For our family.” He tells me cautiously.

I jump into his arms and see a huge smile spread across his face.

Back at the pack house, we come face to face with Sophia and Alec.

“Hey you’re just in time we were looking for you.” Sophia tells us. “I wanted to invite you to my birthday dinner, my parents will be there and Tom and Alice will be there too.”

I do my best to keep a neutral face.

“Thanks for the invitation we’ll be there. It’s the day after tomorrow right?” Noah replies.

As we were about to go up the stairs, Alec calls out to us.

“We’re going to dinner in town with Zack, do you want to come?”

Noah and I exchange a look and we both nod. We go upstairs to change before joining the others in the hall.

Once we walk through the door to our room, I collapse flat on my back on the bed.

“I’ll never be able to pretend this didn’t happen.” I say this sentence almost to myself.

“But what if you do and you know why?” I lift my head to look at him as he begins to undress. “Because you have no choice.”

And I sink my head back against the mattress with a grunt. I know I don’t have a choice. Talk about a scoop. I hate hiding things from Sophia and Alec more than anything.

I ruminate silently as I get dressed, putting on black jeans, a white halter top and finally opting for a pair of flats. I put on light makeup and finish with a lipstick in a shade only slightly darker than my lips. As I’m putting my hair up in a bun I hear a whistle behind me, I turn around and Noah is leaning against the door frame, he’s wearing black jeans, with a white t-shirt that shows off his muscular build.

As I ogle him shamelessly, he clears his throat.

“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll never get out of this room.” He winks at me and I smile back at him.

Our car ride to the restaurant can be summed up as Sophia interrogating Zack. When she asked him why he left the pack for Europe, he explained that he found his mate when he was 18, Leila, she was from another pack and already had someone in her life so she rejected him.
It was sad to hear, I don’t know anyone apart from Jenny who has been rejected by their mate and I can imagine how hard it must have been for them.

When I think of Jenny, I think I may have been hasty in deciding that death was the best sanction. I think I was blinded by my anger at the events of the training. I’ll have to talk to Noah about it when we get back.

When we sit down at our table in the restaurant, the discussion is lighter.

As Sophia tells us about the unborn child I catch a glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of my eye.

John Benneth is having dinner with a man in his early twenties. Our eyes meet and he gives me a little wave. I apologise to my friends and go to greet him. I feel Noah’s gaze on my back and I know he must not like me leaving the table.

“Good evening John.”

“Good evening Amelia. How are you?”

“I’m fine thank you.”

“Glad to hear it. This is David Peterson, he’s one of our writers. I wonder who commented on his latest novel.” He introduces me to the man sitting across from him.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Peterson, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I can’t believe I’m meeting him, his novel was fantastic.

“So you’re the person who left those comments on the manuscript.” He doesn’t take his eyes off me and has a little smirk on his face.

He’s a handsome man, even sitting down you can tell he’s tall, he has brown hair, slightly fine brown eyes, and a tanned complexion.

“Yes indeed and it’s a shame she left our ranks. Honestly I must say I was surprised and disappointed that you and Josh left your internship. Especially to follow Christian.”

“Josh left the internship?” I ask him surprised.

“Yes, a few days after you. And there was this rumor about you guys when Christian quit, everyone was saying you both joined him.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing, why did Josh leave the internship? And more importantly, why didn’t he tell me about it? He clearly lied to me at lunch when he was telling me about the office.

“I’m surprised I must say. I didn’t know Josh had left and I didn’t join Christian. I’m not currently working, to be honest. If I stopped the internship it was strictly for personal reasons.” I inform him.

“In any case Amelia know that my door is always open if you want to come back. The comments you made on the manuscripts you read were of a high quality.” John congratulates me.

“Thank you John I will keep that in mind. Gentlemen I will let you get on with your dinner. It is once again a pleasure to see you and Mr Peterson to meet you.” I greet them and turn around to go back to my table.

“Amelia!”

I turn and see David Peterson standing up and joining me.

“I’ll leave you my contact details, I’d like, on occasion, to have a chat with you about my future writing. Your comments have been very helpful to me.” He hands me a piece of paper and I head back to my seat.

Noah looks at me annoyed, his fists so clenched his knuckles are white.

I sit down and he places his hand on my thigh.

“Who was that?” He asks me curtly.

“John Josh’s boss and David Peterson a writer whose manuscript of his latest novel I reviewed.”

“And what did he give you?” He asks, nodding towards the paper in my hands.

“He left me his contact information to talk about his future manuscripts. But don’t worry I won’t call him. I’m not completely naive you know, I did realise it was a pick-up line.” I look at him before adding. “Mr Jealous.”
He softens and smiles at me, “That’s my wolf being possessive.”

“But of course it’s your wolf not you.” I tell him with a smirk.





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