Indignant, her anger swam forth. Where was she? In a boarding school? What was he threatening her with, imposing all these rules?“Last time I checked. I was here because I am not a pack member. I don’t care what they say because I don’t associate with them. There is no reason for your distrust. But if you still feel that way, you can fire me. Better yet, I will leave.”He was enjoying all right. Way too much, even though Mikhail was scolding him in his brain.‘Stop pushing her Noah. It really isn’t fair.’‘We need to know if we can trust her. Let me do what I am good at.’Mikhail rubbed his chin with the palm of his hand, a nervous gesture only Noah caught on. But Noah knew he was making sense. If he were to find out why different smaller clans were at each other’s throat for past six months, he needed to know his information gathering was not known to anyone. He trusted his pack members, his close confidantes, especially Mikhail. But pack members knew very little of pack politics
Vanessa’s wolf was lazy compared to her panicked state. The beautiful animal, husk brown coat with white patches on hind legs lingered to take in the forest. Tress swept past, mud and snow cackling beneath, its paws digging the ice. It felt like any other run. Until a canto of heavy thuds, almost like the horse hooves but softer resonated behind. At first, she thought it to be another wolf running but the scent gave him away. Intense, titillating aroma like the green-tinged fumes of absinthe, getting over juniper covered snow. That’s how she knew Noah Abel was stalking her. Her panic promoted to hyperventilation, she could hear the wolf right beside her now. His breathing was easy, languid while she panted. What was with him? The man was gorgeous but the wolf was striking. Signature alpha genes physically manifest into the sharpest black colour fur covering the vast expanse of his body. The sheer size of him made Vanessa feel her own wolf was a pup only. She focused on him as he clo
"I didn't do this. It still looks inflamed. How did this happen?" His fingers wouldn't leave the scar alone, tracing its outline, poking in the centre. Vanessa was more aware of his skin against hers, and had to focus on his mouth to discern his words. Which was all the more, a bad idea. His eyes found it offensive. "It's a blister. Happened few months ago." Why was he asking her this? Care aside, he didn't seem all that interested in knowing the origins of it. Just that it interrupted his slow measure of her exposed skin. She felt the blood rush to the surface when she acknowledged this little fact. Vanessa was blushing. Again. And looking anywhere but at him. He stopped when what he really wanted was to trace a small vein, visibly blue under the moonlight stretched along the column of her neck. Pulling the jacket up and over, he ushered her to walk ahead. The wolf was lurking in the recesses of human restraint, and his stance, walking around her at this time of night was one of pr
"Wait!", she cried, desperate now that they were going to be among others, under the scrutiny of white lights, nothing like the moonlight. He whirled. It was hard to say, looking at him, whatever his thoughts were. "What did you mean I did a good job of tying myself up?" She had to know. Her pleading had no ounce of effect on him. He looked every bit the Alpha he claimed to be. Looking down upon her."Exactly what you understood, Ms.Flynn."She was horrified. He could see that. And his wolf lept to do some damage control. "I reckon you have a problem with sleepwalking. So you bolt the doors, windows, anything that grants access out of the house, and tie your hands so you can't open them even if your unconscious state wants to. It's not rocket science." His words came out, strangled. Like someone was forcing him to explain himself. All Vanessa felt was air passageways carrying the oxygen as they ought to. He was right, only in the action of things. He didn't know sleepwalking was
Mikhail paced inside the office at Right Vices. The club downstairs boomed and quaked, vibrating the floor. His last lead didn't pan out, his current ambush so carefully crafted broke apart at the last minute. When Tourke had been poisoned here, it might have looked like a prank to everyone, because really the man was fine. The idea of pulling this on someone from a different pack, especially if there were disputes between two clans, wasn't newly invented. Quite the opposite. Mikhail had hated his mother's brother, the Beta of Erais Clan. And got into all sorts of trouble for annoying his father and his uncle. Never had he crossed the limits. Noah had figured out something was wrong the moment Tourke had insisted on meeting outside the clan territory. One of the unspoken protocols among them was, wolves were better protected in territories. Why would then Tembrook choose to meet here on that day when he had been officially sent on a visit by his Alpha Rudiger? Alpha Rudiger of Lunar
Wind whistled, swirling inside the chimney, knocking against the bricks. Vanessa paid eeri attention to it. Anytime now, she'd drift off to sleep. Whatever had happened, she had not invited it. She used that sentence to remind herself that things happened. She wasn't always a train wreck. She wasn't always a problem-magnet. She had her good moments, maybe the unkindly events outshone them sometimes. But she still had good moments. Her faith tested her right after a session in self-efficacy. Someone pounded at her door. Not loud, definitely urgent. She focused her ability to smell on the stranger. Mikhail. Peony fields and gentle mint. That was him. She first had to wrangle her hands out of the tie, all the while he kept knocking."A minute Mikhail!" If he was in trouble. She didn't know what help she could be. She sensed another presence, but she could only smell his blood. Lot of it. First right, then left. She looked down at her feet to feel they were moving still. On autopilot, sh
She breathed in a deep lungful of cold air, back in the room, the three men had left her scarce of it. In order to avoid menial troubles, like money and debt, she planted herself into a big one. Joke’s on her. Literally. Other people had bullies growing up, some external force throwing their normal life into chaos. With her? She did it to herself. If her mum could see her right now, she’d be hanging a ‘I-told-you-so’ on her forehead, and Vanessa would be none the wiser for it. Mikhail sewed his brother’s skin with thin white absorbable suture, Evan grunted every time alcohol was poured to disinfect his skin. The sutures were the worst part. He shoved a couch pillow and bit it in half. After destroying three such cushions, his head lolled to the side. Noah kept an eye out on Vanessa. Her sudden disappearance made him irrationally angry. For some unbidden reason, he wanted her to see this. See, and realize, how ugly things get. How sheltered she and the rest of the pack members are, ev
Noah noticed the hide and seek of her tongue. It peeked out, like a tease. He was certain it wasn’t intentional but he could care less. He wanted to taste her. Cupping the back of her head, he tipped her chin, barely touching their noses together. Their lips skimmed. The barest hint of touch had her flexing her toes. She gripped the lapels of his coat for support. It only brought him closer. Their foreheads touched, because Noah had bent his head to keep staring into her eyes. What started out as gentle ministration of lips, hesitant in their approach turned to a full-fledged clash of want and passion. His hand fisted in her hair, while the other encased her neck. The threat was there, his hand covered her neck wholly and she waited with bated breath to feel a light squeeze. Given how his tongue molded to hers, moving the way hers moved, never leaving enough space to seek a moment’s reprieve. Noah outlined the blue vein pulsing in her neck, he knew she expected him to control her mo