After Six Years The Alpha Begs For My Return Chapter 45
The magnolia tree at the old house would bloom again next year, and when it did, I would bring my mother back to see it.
As for Gideon and Ophelia—and how White Ash River would correct its Luna and inheritance records—I left that to them.
My mother was right.
The hardest thing in life is not forgiving others. It is letting yourself go.
Half a month later, my mother was discharged from the hospital.
Reese came to pick us up.
He drove a spacious van. The back seat was arranged with soft cushions, and on the passenger seat was the usual thermal bag holding two sandwiches and two hot coffees.
That same day, the Tidewatch council of elders formally approved my application for membership.
The document stated it clearly: Avery Calloway was joining the pack as a financial review officer in the Paris trade office, retaining her own surname, her personal property, and an independent seat. She was not a dependent of the Beaumont family, nor would her status as a member be contingent on whether she ever paired with an Alpha.
When I signed my name at the bottom, a gentle, vast pack link touched my consciousness.
It was not a rope.
And it was not a command.Â