Page 49 of Rust the Rejected
We just lifted off with Jagger, Sage, Dylan, Sasha, Tag, Viggo, and Signy. The rest of the pack members—including my parents—fly in other helicopters or drive back to their Miami residences. Everyone was excited about the pack’s newest addition. Over breakfast, several members told me how happy they were I found my fated mate, who could care for me as I have for everyone else. I couldn’t agree more.
Especially as I grin at her now.
“Well, get used to it, babe. I plan to spoil you rotten!”
Everyone laughs.
Jagger pulls his mobile from his pocket and accepts a call. He puts it on speaker since it’s from Magnus—Alpha of the Los Angeles Wolves Pack.
Natalie reaches for my hand as she stares at the mobile like it’s a rattlesnake set to strike. I squeeze her hand reassuringly. She nods.
“Hello, Alpha, I have you on speaker with my Luna, beta, Natalie, Rust, and my most close confidantes. What news do you have for us?”
“Hello, Alpha. Good and bad.”
Natalie gasps as her eyes widen. I pull her onto my lap and rumble to soothe her distress.
“Give us the bad first.”
“That Sam is a wily fucker. He escaped my enforcers by squirreling down some hidden hole he has beneath the floorboards of his house. It took them a few days. But they found him hiding out with a pregnant she-wolf. The female was more than happy to be rid of him.”
“Well, thank fuck!” Jagger says. “But if him being captured is the bad news, what’s good?”
Magnus chuckles.
“My head enforcer met his fated mate! I gave him my blessing as the pack’s new Alpha. He’ll have the rest sorted out quickly.”
“Excellent—”
“Uh, excuse me, Alpha,” Natalie says, then continues when Jagger nods. “What happened to Sam?”
Magnus growls.
“The dumbass thought he could challenge the new Alpha. And got his throat ripped out.”
Natalie sags with relief, then asks, “Would you and the new Alpha mind if I visited the pack? I would like to visit my family’s graves and check on the she-wolves.”
“Absolutely! Let me know when you and Rust want to come. I’ll arrange everything for you. And my congratulations on your mating.”
We thank him, and Jagger ends the call. All eyes turn to my fated mate.
“Thank you. You do not know how much this means to me. A peace I haven’t had for many years settles over me. I truly appreciate your kindness.”
She bows her head humbly.
“You’re welcome, Natalie. Your wellbeing—as with the rest of our pack—is Sage’s and my top priority. We do whatever we can to help.”
My fated mate nods, too overcome for words. I rock her in my arms and nuzzle the top of her head. She buries her face in my neck. After a while, she calms and returns to her seat with a smile.
I point out landmarks as we fly to distract her from any sadness and to remind her of her new home and family. She thrills at the coastline and vastness of the Atlantic Ocean. I tell her we’ll go swimming on South Beach. Soon, Miami’s skyline comes into view. The pilot takes us along the barrier island to give my fated mate a bird's-eye view of the city.
When we land atop the beachfront building on Ocean Drive where the bachelors live, she stares out the window in awe. Viggo and I hop out. I turn around and help her from the helicopter and grab our bags. We bid the others goodbye before we leave the rooftop for the elevators.
“So, we have a new resident. A she-wolf at that, huh?” Viggo asks.
I shake my head and respond, “Not for long. I’m no bachelor, and my fated mate needs a residence. One she can make our own.”
“Where will we go?” She asks as we board the elevator.
