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Chapter 30

Chapter Thirty The Delta Pt. 1 Amira POV

I wake up, feeling genuinely well rested for the first time in a hot minute. There’s an arm draped around

my waist that’s holding me snugly to my most dominant mate. I smile to myself at how Damon listened

to me being a little b***h and still validated me. Still showed me the love that I’ll never admit I so

desperately want.

I slowly untangle myself from his hold, but he lets out a low growl. “Don’t you know not to run away

from a wolf?” He questions, opening his eyes. “I thought you were asleep,” I admit, giving him a small

smile. “I was until you assumed you were free to leave me as you please.”

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his torso. One of his hands cups my ass, and the other is around me, holding me securely to him.

I lay there for a few minutes, head on his chest, reveling in the feeling of just being with him. A knock

on the door sounds, and I shift my leg to get off the bed, but Damon grabs it in a former grip. .. “Mine,”

he growls in my ear, before beckoning whoever’s at the door to enter.

1. The nanny carefully steps in, offering Damon and I a warm smile.

“Meda’s been a bit fussy and I think she needs her mother and fathers. Erebus and Christian are busy

with border patrols right now, but would you like to check on her?”

I tense at the words “mother and father”. “Sister and Sisters mate,” I correct. The nanny’s eyes widen.

“Of course, my apologies.”

With that, the nanny turns to leave. This time when I remove myself from Damon’s arms he doesn’t pull

me back, instead standing up to go check on Meda with me.

We walk to the nursery hand in hand, and I see Meda lying in the nanny’s arms. But, as the nanny

described, she is crying.

“Has she been fed and changed?” I question, walking up to take her from the woman’s arms. “Yes,

Luna. Of course.”

I carefully pick up Meda, and as soon as she’s settled in my arms, she quiets down. I pepper her head

with kisses.

“It’s alright, baby. I’m here now.

Meda smiles at me before turning her attention to Damon and holding out her hands in a nonverbal

gesture of wanting to be held. A smile breaks out on my face as I realize truly how much Meda’s

coming around to my mates. She’s proven to want equal time with me and them.

To an extent, I feel horrid leaving her with a nanny. But, at the same time, I can’t spend all my time with

her. At the end of the day she isn’t my daughter, and I am not ready to be a mother. Damon’s parents

normally take care of her when I’m not available, but they’ve been gone more and more.

Her squeal brings me out of my musings, and I see Damon toss her up and catch her. “If you drop her,

I’ll kill you,” I warn.

“Careful, babygirl. Or daddy will punish you later,” he says, eyes locked with mine. A blush scorches

across my cheeks and I pluck Meda out of his arms, taking a seat on the chair next to the crib and

getting ready to put her to sleep.

Suddenly the door bursts open, revealing a very flustered Christian and Erebus. “What’s wrong?” I

question, giving Meda another kiss. “The Delta… he sent a message.”

I tense, handing Meda back to the nanny and ushering my mates out the door. I don’t want anyone

overhearing whatever they have to say, because it seems serious.

me.

A carefully arranged pile of dead body adorns the driveway to the packhouse, And at the very end, a

message is written in chalk.

“Want me to stop? No more body’s to drop? Do not deny, Give me my prize.

The white wolf is my key, and I need her to open a door. Surrender now and nothing else will happen to

your people.

Delta.”