The Mark of Betrayal (Samara and Roman) novel Chapter 2

Benedict

I have no idea what possessed me to kiss Sloane, especially when her uncle was right there. But now that I have, I want to do it again.

The look on her face was priceless. I think making Sloane Hartwell speechless is my new favorite pastime.

I lick my lips on my way to my car. Honey. She tastes like honey. It’s a perfect taste for her. It’s sticky and messy but fucking delicious.

I grin as I get in the car. “What are you smiling about?”

Bethany asks.

“Nothing.”

“I heard Sloane Hartwell went off the deep end today,” she says as I pull out of the parking lot.

“Don’t listen to rumors, Beth. They’re usually full of inflammatory statements meant to get a rise out of people.”

“So she didn’t put four she-wolves on their knees, two of whom were from our pack?” she asks.

“She absolutely did, or rather her wolf did. But she had cause.”

“I figured,” she says, sitting back and looking out thewindow. “Those she-wolves are going to cause problems though.”

“That would be a big mistake on their part. I will not tolerate bullying in my pack.”

She turns and looks at me. “It’s not your pack yet though, is it?”

“One month, little sister.”

“A lot can happen in one month, Bene. Don’t be surprised if they run to mom. Everyone knows that she’s not a fan of Sloane and Slade.” “Why are you a fan?” I ask, honestly curious.

“Slade is nice. He’s not pompous like most Alpha heirs.

Maybe it’s because others torment him, but honestly, I think it’s just who he is. I like him.”

“Compassionate is the word I used for Sloane today,” I say thoughtfully.

“Yeah. Maybe that’s a better word. They have more compassion than most.”

I think about what Sloane said to me earlier, that she shouldn’t need my help because we, as wolves, should treat each other as equals. Her words struck me because as wolves, our packs are based on a hierarchal structure.

But I understand it in terms of not bullying others just because you think you are better than someone.As soon as we walk in the door of the packhouse, my mother pounces.

“Benedict, a word!” my mother says.

‘Told ya, Bethany mouths at me before ducking out of the room.

“Benedict, what is this I hear about you punishing our young she wolves? Eight hours of patrols for a month?

That is excessive. It is unacceptable. You will revise that to two hours of patrols for the next three days,” she says.

“No, I will not,” I say, setting my bags on the dining room table before turning to face my mother.

“Excuse me? You are not Alpha yet, son.”

I lean over, tired of my mother’s hypocrisy. “And you have never been Alpha, Luna,” I say, stressing her title.

“How dare you speak to me like that. I will be speaking to your father.”

“Good. Have that conversation with him. And if he decides to overrule my decision, then he can explain to Alpha Roman why the two members of our pack, who were bullying his niece, only got six hours of patrols. Are YOU ready to have that conversation with him and Luna Samara? Because I’m not. I gave a suitable punishment for behavior that will not be tolerated in this pack, by anyone,” I say, holding her gaze.

“Benedict, do you hear this?” my mother says. It takes mea moment to realize she’s talking to my father, not me.

I turn and look at him. My father is tired. He’s ready to retire and my mother harping like she does only makes him more tired.

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