Rejecting The Pack: I Need One Mate

Armond, who had been hanging up his fur coat, froze. His hand stopped halfway to the hook. The air in the entryway dropped a few degrees.

Kala closed her eyes. She inhaled slowly, counting to three in her head. She turned around to face her brother.

She reached out and grabbed Evan's ear. She pinched hard.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Evan yelped, trying to pull away, but Kala's grip was iron.

"Is your brain made of rocks?" Kala scolded, her voice sharp. "Do you understand nothing about social etiquette? Do you want the whole pack to think the Padillas are savages?"

"I don't like him," Evan sulked, rubbing his red ear once she let go. "Other females have a bunch of strong mates. You're the best female in the pack. You should have the best warriors!"

Kala's expression turned serious. She dropped her hand and took a step back, her eyes locking onto Evan's.

"I could never handle living in a house that constantly feels like a battlefield," Kala declared, her voice firm and unyielding. "I just want peace, not a daily war over who gets to guard my door."

Evan stared at her, confused.

"If I ever choose a mate," Kala continued, her voice dropping to a casual but serious tone, "one is more than enough of a headache for me. Just one person. I don't have the energy for a whole pack of them."

Evan's jaw dropped. He looked at her like she had grown a second head. In the beast world, monogamy was a death sentence. It was an anomaly. It was heresy.

"One?" Evan stuttered. "That's insane! One mate can't protect you during the harsh winter! You need a pack!"

Kala scoffed. "Are you saying the men of the Padilla family are useless?" she challenged. "Can't you protect me?"

It was the ultimate trap.

Armond snapped to attention, his chest puffing out. "Who dares touch you?" he bellowed, looking around for an enemy to crush. "I'll tear them apart!"

Kala pressed her advantage. "My future mate," she said loudly, "has to defeat Armond first. Or get a unanimous vote from this family."

It was a dead end. She knew Armond would never let anyone pass. It was her perfect shield.

Evan looked deflated. He couldn't argue with that logic.

A soft, rhythmic sound came from the stairs. Footsteps. Light, elegant, and unhurried.

A man descended from the second floor. He wore a dark silk shirt, buttoned to the top. His posture was straight, his movements precise. He exuded an aura of cold intellect.

Joaquin Townsend. Rhiannon's other mate. Kala's second father.

Joaquin pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose. A faint, chilling smile played on his lips. "A perfect idea," he said, his voice smooth like velvet over steel.

Evan squeaked. He instantly shrank behind Armond, trying to make himself as small as possible. He had been complaining about Joaquin's creepy vibe just that morning.

Joaquin walked past Evan without a glance. He stopped in front of Kala. He reached out, his long fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The gesture was intimate and doting.

"Next time you spread rumors," Joaquin said, his voice light but his eyes cold as they flicked to Evan, "I will pull out your tongue."

Evan slapped both hands over his mouth, his eyes wide with terror.

Kala beamed. She threw her arms around Joaquin's, hugging his elbow. "Uncle Joaquin!" she chirped. "You're home!"