Page 68 of His Rejected Fated Mate

I slid a hand between us and found Elize soaking wet. She moaned softly as I pressed my forehead against hers. “I don’t seem to be the only one who wants something.”

Her face was a shade of red as she panted for air. I stroked her, watching the way her lips parted, and she panted for air.

“Okay,” she nodded her head. “If you can be quick.”

I smiled. I knew it was wrong, considering the party was going on just twenty feet away from us. But I couldn’t wait.

“What the hell is going on here?”

We both froze. I looked back toward the party where the new voice was coming from. “Oh shit.”

“What?”

“The council.”

The council members stood just next to the party, looking pissed. Elize quickly fixed her dress and frowned. “You talked to them, didn’t you?”

“Uhmmm… No… Not really.”

Her eyes widened as she moved out of the trunk. “You didn’t tell them about this.”

“It was my call, so I didn’t feel they needed to know.”

She looked stunned as she scrambled to pull herself together. “Troy.”

“It almost might have slipped my mind.” I pulled myself up and shut the trunk. We rounded the car and headed back to the party.

I found Martin was leading the council members, arguing with Ivan. “What’s going on here? Who authorized this?”

“I did,” I said as I got closer. “We invited them to the party.”

“For what reason?” Jasmine snapped.

“Because they live here now.” Ivan snapped back. “It’s a welcome party.”

All eyes snapped to me. I held my ground and nodded in agreement with Ivan. “He’s right.”

“Why in the world would you not consult us on this decision?”

“Because it’s my pack and my decision to make.”

“You should have told us.” Dean snapped. “They are witches.”

I frowned. “And what exactly is the problem with having the convent move closer? Considering we have welcomed witches into our packs.” I narrowed my eyes. “Unless there is something you’re not telling us.”

The council went quiet for a moment, and I knew I had them. I moved closer. “You are the ones who pulled Elize back into the pack, and she’s a witch. So, I’m just a little confused why it bothers you so much that they are here?”

“We should have been informed about his change.” Laura snapped. “You know that.”

“Sure, I should have told you, but it’s not that big of a deal. We all open our arms to new people. Or are you angry because they were witches?”

Elize moved closer. “Let’s not make a bigger scene than what’s already been done.” She looked from one to the other, and then her eyes landed on her uncle. “We want them to feel welcome because we need their help.”

“She’s right,” Martin said. “We need their help.”

I ground my teeth together, wanting to smack Martin. Always the two-faced bastards.

“You would say we need their help, wouldn’t you, Martin?”