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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.”

Taking a hold of my arm, he pulls me back so I’m cuddling him. My leg and arm are both draped over

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. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“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.”