Free Destiny's Path by Kimberly Hunter

this Pack, but that is nothing when compared with me. I won’t tolerate this kind of pettiness, especially around my family. This will be your only warning.”
    Sasha could smell the power behind those words, could actually feel it. Jenna could too, if her ashen face was any indicator. Nothing like a thinly veiled threat to set the tone. She nodded in understanding.
    “Good. Proceed. Sasha needs her nourishment.” The command was terse but effective.
    Jenna stood, placing her napkin on the table beside her plate. Which Sasha thought was a good sign, because now she wouldn’t have far to go when asked to leave. She would already be up.
    “As some of you know, I had hoped to be more than just Alpha female of this Pack. I had hoped to be Flynn’s Mate,” she began.
    “For God’s sake! Do we have to rehash all of this again?” Flynn asked with exasperation. “Why can’t you get it through your thick skull? I don’t want you anymore and never will.”
    “Let her finish, son. The sooner she’s done, the sooner we can eat,” Charlie said, equally exasperated.
    Flynn threw his hands in the air in disgust and then leaned back in his chair, definitely not happy. But then, who would be? His ex and his True Mate were in the same room. Not exactly the best way to start a relationship.
    Jenna continued. “But we had some problems, and I freely admit I caused some of them.” Flynn snorted at that. “So after we separated, I decided to give Flynn the time and space he needed, hoping we could work things out and move on. Only I wasn’t quick enough. You came into the picture,” she practically snarled, turning hate-filled eyes on Sasha.
    Sad, really sad , Sasha thought with disgust.
    “If it was just the matter of a simple girlfriend, I could have run you off like all the others.” Everyone gasped in shock at that revelation, too stunned to comment. “But you are no mere girlfriend. Oh, no. You’re his fucking True Mate. I mean, what are the odds?” She laughed without humor.
    The odds for Flynn or me? Sasha wondered.
    “I had planned to pop back in his life, throw a little seduction on him, and bingo, we’re back together again.”
    She was clearly delusional. Wasn’t very nice either. In fact, the idea of this crazy bitch touching Flynn made Sasha’s blood boil.
    “Just like old times, ya know?” She smiled dreamily while looking at Flynn. “In bed, in the shower, under the stars after a run with the Pack.”
    “Dillon, go to the kitchen,” Charlie interrupted. Sasha didn’t think it was appropriate for Dillon, or anybody else, to hear this, either.
    “Aw, Mom,” he whined, getting up reluctantly. “Just when it was getting good.”
    “Now!”
    “That’s enough, Jenna!” Flynn demanded after Dillon was safely in the kitchen, his anger starting to show. His body was taut with it.
    “Oh, I don’t think so. You see, she has no idea what it’s like to have a man like you between her legs. But I do.” She smiled in feral glee, her eyes starting to glow. “It’s one of the main thoughts that kept me going after our breakup.”
    Sasha looked around the table to see the reactions to Jenna’s blatant and graphic talk, but oddly enough, no one seemed to find it offensive. Everyone seemed more annoyed at her shameless display than anything else. And the fact her eyes were glowing didn’t really freak Sasha out as much as she thought it would. Hmm, odd or just too many shocks in one day?
    “Spare me. From what I heard, it didn’t take you long to replace me. In fact, you were with Craig Gordon a week after I told you it was over.” He waved her off.
    “How do you know that?” she spat, the smell of her anger getting stronger.
    “Give it up, Jenna, all right? We were just using each other, and you know it.”
    “No, no! We’re supposed to be together!” she screeched, not letting go of her fantasy no matter that Sasha was meant for Flynn.
    Flynn snorted in derision at that. “We were never