Matt's POV
She smelled so good. The joy I was feeling was just as I had been told as a child, breaking through years of coldness I had never imagined would go away. But, the joy was slipping through my fingers like sand. In its place, fury, like I had never known, began to boil in me.
What was she saying?
Did she say mistress?
How could my mate be my mistress? How could she not feel our connection and understand? What did she think of me? How could she think so little of me? We’ve only just met!
I stifled a growl. I had to calm down. I didn’t want to scare her or make her think I was angry with her.
It was their fault: Larry’s, whoever had touched her before me, and whoever was responsible for her every mark on her body and the timid fear she was showing me.
I would kill them all later. For now, I had to focus on her.
Glenda’s POVWhen I walked to the foyer with my bag, Matt was standing there waiting to escort me out of the building.He eyed the small canvas bag in my hands and his eyes narrowed, “Is that all?”What did he think? That I owned a full wardrobe? I’m a whore. Clothes were made to make me sell then come off and Larry’s charged extra for closet space. This bag held everything I had managed to keep with me over the past three years. Between several brothels, it wasn’t much, but it was all mine.“Yes.”Matt nodded stiffly, “Let’s go.”Trista looked a bit furious as I passed her, but I paid her no mind, allowing Matt to escort me back to his car.When the door came down, closing me inside the car, I relaxed with a little sigh.I would never see Larry’s again.Matt climbed into the car beside me, cranked up the engine, and guided the car a
I spent the night awake, watching the dawn rise through the blinds.It was the first night in three years I had gone to bed without being touched. The house was quiet all through the night. I kept expecting him to come back, but he didn’t.And that only made me more furious.This game he was playing, this act he was putting of kindness was worse than if he just held me down and raped me like everyone else. At least then I wouldn’t be wondering.I’d fall asleep counting just to forget it and I wouldn’t be so damned confused.I pushed that thought away. It was only the first night. The fall of my pack had likely been planned for weeks. Matt was definitely his father’s son, so he was playing a long game to break me.And wasn’t I doing the same?Sleep pulled at my eyelids and the darkness began to pull me down.Can you hear me?I gasped at Alyssa, my wolf’s, voice calling ou
My heart leaped into my throat as the car seemed to catch on something and swing towards the mountain. My stomach swooped and my heart raced.We were falling. We were crashing, all because this idiot wanted to look at the damned sunrise on top of a stupid mountain!Matt lunged across the car at me, grabbing me around my waist and turning towards the door.“Hold on to me!”I turned to watch the side of the mountain growing swiftly closer and wrapped my arms around his neck, barely swallowing a scream of terror as my heart thudded in my chest. What was the plan? Was there a plan? Was this all some twisted, drawn-out plan to make me let my guard down or make my death an accident? He pushed the door open, his eyes fixed on the side of the mountain.“What are you doing?” I asked, between panicked breaths as he tensed and leaned back into the carriage. Every muscle in his body seemed to be tensing to prepare for something
Did he just apologize to me? The thought was uncomfortable and confusing. He was a Wallber. They were arrogant, high-handed, selfish, ruthless, and evil. There was no way he had actually apologized to me, and if he did there had to be something behind it.I met his gaze and tried to figure out what he was thinking, but there was nothing in his eyes but concern and remorse.“It’s…” I shook my head, focusing on the problem. It wasn’t okay. This was all his fault, and it was probably just an act anyway. "Will someone come to our rescue? The operator should have noticed something was wrong with the cable car, right?”"It wasn’t an accident. He’s probably long gone by now.” He stood with a shake of his head. "I’ve told a pack affiliate where we are, but it will take some time for them to get here.”“How long?”He eyed me and crouched in front of me to zip up my jacket, &ldquo
Hovering just outside the cave was a small helicopter. I had no idea who was inside it or how long it had been since the cable car crashed, but it didn’t matter. We were saved and never again would I agree to climb any sort of mountain in the middle of the night.A metal and fabric ladder clattered from the door down to us. Matt helped me onto the ladder and climbed up after me. There were two men inside. One in the pilot’s seat, and the other helping me inside. He looked about our age and wore vintage sunglasses with his vintage helmet. His skin was a reddish-bronze as if he spent a lot of time in the sun.He grinned, “Welcome aboard, Miss Renda. We’ve got hot cocoa!”I tried to smile, but I couldn’t manage it as he wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and helped me into a seat. Matt climbed up after me, taking a moment to pat the man on his helmet.“Hurry up and get us back.”The man gave him a moc
One of them squeaked. Another babbled some sort of excuse and slipped from the table towards the living room. Then, I was alone with Matt and embarrassed. I would never live this down. I should have kept my mouth shut. He was going to tease me, for sure, or get mad.My best bet was to pretend like there was nothing out of the ordinary. After all, it was in my best interest to make sure that my position as his whore or mistress or whatever Matt was telling people seemed as real as possible.I tried to calm down, so I didn't turn around to look at him.He walked around me and sat across the table, staring at me. I didn't meet his eyes, too embarrassed and bracing myself for the teasing."...why did you say that?"Act cool. I had to act cool. This could be a chance to learn more about Matt. His weaknesses and desires. It would be easier, in the long run, to use those things against him to learn everything I needed to know."Spur of the mo
My eyes felt heavy with liquid. I didn't know if it was blood or tears. I couldn’t breathe. My hands shook uncontrollably. I could barely see him through the tears pooling in my eyes.I was so cold, but I needed him to go away. He couldn’t see me like this. It would ruin everything. I had to calm down, but counting wasn’t working. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t breathe.Matt stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him as he stared at me.“What are you doing on the floor?“I said get out!”“Are you always like this?”My eye twitched. What the fuck did that mean?“Get out.”Matt ignored my request and crouched beside me. Tears slipped down my face, clearing my vision. I didn’t know what to make of his expression. He seemed almost concerned. I didn’t need his concern.“Why were you counting?”I didn’
Now that I was out of Larry’s, my options to try and find Angelia had grown a little, but only if I gained more independence and got more information. To do that, I needed Matt to trust me enough to let me go out on my own and let his guard down around me.I went to sleep as the sounds of the party faded downstairs trying to come up with ways to get closer to Matt.In the morning, I woke up a bit hungry and grinned as an idea came to mind. They said the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and through his cock. Since Matt didn’t seem to be interested in fucking me, maybe I could manage to get into his good graces through food.I was never the greatest cook and I hadn’t picked up a pan in years, but the internet had all sorts of tutorials. It couldn’t be that hard. I just had to pick something simple enough. Mom was a terrible cook, but Dad always appreciated her efforts.I grabbed my phone and texted Armand.