Wes stood at the window of his room. He was finally going home. He was finally going to be able to claim his mates. His girls, the women he has loved all his life. It had been hard these last four years to stay away from them. Missing all their milestones. He heard about the school dances, the academic achievements, the many boys that had tried to take his place. Wes gritted his teeth, his jaw aching from the anger that pulsed through him. His brother gleefully let him know all the happenings that surrounded his girls. But he kept his promise. Maxon even informed him about the little crush Farrah had had on Eli and Eli’s reaction. The boy was smart. Nephew or not, he would have ripped out his throat if he touched his woman.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He turned, and a so
