The Pack's Nemesis (Quirin's Story) novel Chapter 7

Kennedy

I’m distracted by the fact that Quirin was in a battle today before he arrived at my party. I had been disappointed when I didn’t see him at first, and it was because he had been fighting.

Those thoughts are still rolling through my head, reassessing every move he made tonight. When we were dancing, I didn’t notice anything off. I didn’t realize that he might have been injured Some doctor–in–training I am.

When I first stepped out of the car, I immediately sensed the difference in the feel of this pack. Where my family’s pack feels welcoming, this pack has a definite feeling of unwelcomeness. They don’t like outsiders here. I wonder if Quirin ever has anyone here to visit. Alpha Harold has been here, as have Luna Farrah and Henry, but I don’t believe that anyone in our family or our pack has ever been invited to Quirin’s pack.

“Welcome home, Alpha. How was the party?” a man asks, I’m assuming this is Beta Kier. He’s looking at me like I’m one of Quirin’s one–night stands. I expect Quirin to introduce me, but instead he tells his Beta to have everything sent up to his room. Since he was clear that this is OUR pack, I’m wondering if he’s planning on the two of us having separate rooms. My parents always shared a room. Always. I can’t imagine not sharing a room with him.

I’m still not sure what it means that he hasn’t introduced me to his Beta when the warriors walk up and one, in particular, looks me over like he thinks he’ll get his chance with me after Quirin is done with me.

“Who’s the peach?” he asks.

Faster than a viper’s strike, Quirin has the man by his throat and off his feet. The man’s eyes go wide as Quirin growls a low, angry growl that is somehow more menacing than a snarl because of its controlled fury. It promises a slow, painful death from someone capable of such violence, and someone who revels in it.

“That ‘peach‘ is your future Luna,” he growls. I hear the gasps and then the judgmental looks from the warriors and even the Beta. I realize that while I’m dressed in a bright sparkly dress with diamonds around my neck, everyone here is dressed in utilitarian clothing, all browns, blacks, and dark greys. I stand out like a sore thumb. The only thing that would have made me more of a ‘peach‘ is if my dress was the color of the fruit.

I reach out and put my hand on Quirin’s arm. “He didn’t know who I was, Quirin. You haven’t introduced me yet. I’m sure he thought I was another one of your one–night stands,” I say, watching as the man’s face begins to turn an ugly purplish color. I also notice that my mate’s arm isn’t even shaking with the effort of holding this very large man off the ground.

“Excuse me?” he asks, looking at me as if he’s surprised that I know this.

I just raise an eyebrow at him, daring him to deny it. He shakes his head and turns back to the man who is still struggling to breathe in his hand.

“Your lucky your new Luna hasn’t taken offense and is willing to give you another chance, Slater. But if you ever disrespect my mate again, I’ll kill you,” he says. Rather than letting him go, he moves his arm,,basically setting Slater aside while still holding him off the floor as he looks at the room that has gone deathly quiet.

“This is Kennedy Hill, your new Luna,” he announces to the room.

“Hill? As in the daughter of Alpha Warren Hill?” someone asks.

“That’s correct,” he says. If it’s possible, the looks I’m getting become even more judgmental and definitely more disturbing. Apparently, Quirin’s dislike for my father is well known in this pack.

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“She’s also the daughter of Lana Yara Hill,” he clarifies as if that will make a difference. Based on the looks I’m getting, it doesn’t.

He finally turns to Slater, setting him on the ground. “Now apologize to your Luria.”

He releases his throat and Slater sucks in a breath. “Sorry, Luna, he grumbles.

I can tell that he’s not happy about having to apologize to me. I’m not sure if that has more to do with the public embarrassment or because I am my father’s daughter.

“Apology accepted.” I say quietly. I’ve never felt so uncomfortable in my life. I’m pretty sure that this is the worst possible first impression that I could have made on my new pack.

Quirin turns to his Beta. “Kier is there anything pressing?”

“No, Alpha.”

“I’m going to give my mate a tour of the packhouse and then we’ll be in my room. After the car is unpacked, I don’t want to be disturbed unless we’re attacked.”

“Yes, Alpha, Beta Kier and the warriets say, continuing outside to get my things. “Yes, Alpha, Beta Kier and the warriets sa

“Come on. I’ll give you a quick tour,” he

says to me.

“Maybe I should change,” I say, feeling very overdressed.

“We won’t be long,” he says, taking my hand and beginning to lead me around the packhouse.

My level of discomfort only increases with every room we enter as people stare, looking me over 8 if assessing my worth and finding me lacking. I try to pay attention to what Quirin is saying, but I’m distracted.

“Kennedy,” he says insistently, as if he’s said my name several times and I haven’t responded.

“I said, is there anything else you’d like to see tonight? The is unpacked,

• car

“Will do. Sleep well,” he says but not before I see the smile on his face.

I blush, suddenly realizing that the entire packhouse knows what we’re about to do. Is that why everyone was staring at me? Quirin leads me up the stairs to the Alpha floor.