James' POV
I growled as another pack warrior tried to calm me down.
"Stop fucking touching me it's not helping!" He jumped and stepped back.
My father walked through, face neutral and I latched his collar.
"James no fighting with your father" my mother's voice said and my father looked at me.
"Whatever fucking plan you've got leave my mate out of i-" I was unable to finished because pain shot through my body.
My father's hand caught me as I watched blood fall to the ground.
"James" my father called out to me but I barely had the strength to even scream in pain.
My mother's crying was what came next and I was placed on my back. It felt as if I was being stabbed all over while being wrapped is silver. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth and I coughed. That was it I was out.
When my eyes opened again I was laying in the infirmary bed with my mother sitting beside me crying.
"Mom" I called out to her dryly then she looked at me.
"Baby you're awake" she sniffed then placed her hand against my cheek.
Then my mate's smelled filled my nose while the shouting if doctors filled my ears.
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The Alpha's Omega
WerewolfOne Alpha, One Omega Quite the wrong mate yet it seems so right. There just no telling what can go down when an Alpha gets and Omega as a mate. Grace's fate as a Luna lies in the hands of the elders must I include her mother?
