ROCCO Selene taking me out for dinner, she's humming a happy little tune, she's absolutely plotting something. It's around four in the afternoon but she's itching to get away. I find myself watching her fluttering about, filling a bag with soda and chips. She wasn't planning a regular outing to a restaurant and I waited for her to notice me. She wore a gorgeous teal tunic dress and leggings. Her blonde curls were loose and wavy, framing that pretty heart-shaped face. Her hazel eyes had a sparkle, she was loving having a little surprise for me and it made my heart surge. "Do I need to take anything?" "If you can find me the car keys then were good to go," she smiled. Back in the lamborghini once more she took the wheel and I sat back as she sped off, the city soon a distant outline on the horizon. For once I wasn't on the road to Silverlake, not that I watched the road too much. My eyes, urged by my wolf pushed me to keep taking a mental picture o
SELENEI had to drag my ass in to work this morning. Not because I was unsure about quitting but leaving Rocco alone in my bed was torture to my soul.I am so pleased my idea to head to the boardwalk paid off. He is the sweetest yet strongest guy I've ever met. And we're engaged too. What the hell. And we're going to be millionaires. It's insane.It's weird how synchronised we are despite the differences in our personality. All the way home we talked about different business ideas and locations. The actual getting married we both agree will be something low key and simple. We both want Jacob and Troy there but apart from that I'm not too bothered what we do.Life is just getting started. As my heels click along the floor to Godiva for the last time I notice how run down the reception is. Like a few days away makes you notice everything with fresh eyes. I smiled to myself as I took the lift, as I had done everything time since that Rocco snared me in it.I th
TWO WEEKS LATERROCCOWhen we first started these pleasant little chats I would never have guessed where we would end.To be specific, well actually…can you guess? I'm in a very smart navy blue suit, white open shirt. I have an exotic hot pink orchid pinned to my lapel by a ridiculously over excited Troy.Jacobs is in a matching suit, Troy is in a white linen suit. He's already strutted in, declared he's too hot for this drama and just wants to get to the bar. Yet I know he's joking. He's already pulled me to one side and told me Selene is the only bit of his heart that doesn't belong to Jacob.Yes. You're here for my wedding. My bride is going to walk down the aisle any minute. I picked the flowers. Driving the long, winding way to Florida we had a blast. So many random towns, restaurants, mind blowing views and funny locals. By the time we arrived in Florida the plans were set. We would be married on the end of the pier at sunset. Its shit for photos
SELENEI don't know how much of the wedding I've got cemented in my memory. I'll never forget his face though. The way his expression changed when our eyes met. He was already looking handsome, that dark blue colour my favourite of his suits.He didn't break out into a goofy smile or make any silly gestures like I've seen at other weddings. He just watched and took me in. His eyes never left mine, just dark, intense and brooding as he studied my approach. Knowing how intensely he was watching made my skin crackle.The matching vows was too insane for words. Our wolves were in sync, content and happy being reunited after a day apart. The meal with Rocco and Jacob was great fun too. We laughed and drank the night away.He loved my present of the string quarter, and I adored my flowers. I had one extra present for him. I slid a wrapped watch box over to him as we finished our cake and champagne.Rocco and Troy watched on in curiosity as he opened it and burst out in
**** 3 MONTHS EARLIER ****SELENE The only problem with being the most organised person at work is, all roads inevitably lead to you. My desk appears to be a magnet for the confused and chaotic. I don’t mind it though, my favourite thing to do is unknot a problem and see it work out nicely. Would be nice to have an office of my own though. The empty one that I can see from my computer seems to be teasing me. I am hunting down that office with ruthless precision and a shitload of spreadsheets. Devastatingly organised my best friend and housemate Troy would say, Sensible Selene. I take it as a compliment. He didn’t intend it to be one, he said my way of thinking takes all the fun out of life. I just don’t like nasty surprises. I've already had my fair share of feeling like a trapdoor has sprung open beneath me in my life. I won't go through it again. Only love can break your heart as the song goes, so love can go to hell. I've learnt to rely on myself alone. Whereas
ROCCO There’s nothing like the chase…why not? It’s a casino after all. That quick look away, followed by another hopeful glance, that’s the shit I live for. That hope, the wanting to make something happen with another person, even if just for a night. So I do. I go over and introduce myself in a deep quiet voice as the owner. That’s when they really notice my eyes and face. I buy them a drink and the dance begins. Not as often these days, I’m twenty-eight now and the tottery, tipsy bachelorette with a fifty-fifty shout of throwing up on my suit has lost its appeal. Same with the angry cougar, the flirty psychotic, and the fake ice queens. Last week though a beautiful divorcee with a penchant for biting came into my world. Different but I was glad for the shifter healing after the mauling she gave me. All good fun though. There is nothing you cannot do if you set your mind to it. Unfortunately, my mind is as jumpy and
ROCCO It’s me again, perhaps I should have made it clear before that Callum and Jacob were of course werewolves too. Between us, we could always spot other shifters. Everyone else we met within this part of the city was human, exactly how I like it. We all met as teens at college, the three of us eager to escape our shitty packs where overbearing Alpha’s still expected dog-like obedience. I think it irritates mine that I don’t cower before him. I know my father used to. And he forced my mother to. Annoyingly, to buy this place, I had to find a guarantor. Callum and Jacob had rich families back home to support them whereas I had nobody, so I had to ask my Alpha. Not quite the full escape I had intended. It's also not fun having to ask the person who left you without a family for help. But that whole tragic, despicable tale is for another conversation. Happy Rocco is chatting right now. Alpha Brandon Wicknace. Or Alpha Dic
SELENE A gaggle of colleagues all followed my lead as we walked the few blocks to the casino. We had eaten at the Palace Palm Hotel, a decadent feast where Greg had been toasted and lauded by his employees like a Roman emperor. Ever the stickler I had monitored and marshalled the group into motion, arriving at the Gilded Falcon precisely on time. There was little evidence that it was a casino, no brash flashing adverts, which was cool. The signage and lighting were low key but once you looked closely the doorway and it’s branding were all high-end. A huge, castle-like dark mahogany door with brushed silver handles was covered by two cheerful, welcoming men. Not the hulking, threatening bouncers you usually expect. I held my breath as Jax tottered ahead of me, curves jiggling in her red dress giddily as she exclaimed, "here we are!" The group whooped with excitement as we descended a small flight of steps