What a night. I pulled off my clothes and slipped into a silk pair of pajamas and a T-shirt. What was that saying? You can't choose your family. I couldn't believe the look of anger on Luther's face when Marcus brought that girl to dinner. I wanted to know who she was, but I didn't want to pry. Each of us had lives before the other. It wouldn't be fair to judge him when Thomas showed up on my first day at work. My stomach growled, and I glanced at the door, hoping Luther brought something filling. After the unwanted girl gave me dirty glances, I'd lost my appetite. But being outside, riding on Luther's wolf, I got it back. I'd never experienced anything like that before. It'd sucked the breath from my lungs, and gave me the best adrenaline rush I'd ever experienced. The smell of the night, and the soft feeling of his fur ... it felt like I'd stepped into a fairytale. Call me Little Red Riding Hood. Only the wolf doesn't eat me ... yet. I chuckled to myself. "What are you laughi
Blaire's lean body was stretched out in the passenger side of my car, her breathing relaxed and content. I didn't want to ruin that. I wanted her to feel safe enough to sleep and be comfortable all the time. This wasn't how I wanted to introduce my human mate to being a part of the werewolf universe. I pictured shifting for the first time, her being frightened, but us running off into the sunset together. I didn't want Axel or Marcus anywhere in the picture. Nor did I picture she-wolves and people being attacked by lycans so close to home. It terrified me to think of someone putting their hands on her. The only hands I wanted touching Blaire Summers were my own. I debated—my finger twitched—to reach over and run my palm up the span of her thigh, but I didn't want to wake her. The sun was setting as I pulled into the parking garage of the penthouse. Truth be told, I didn't want her to stay in the apartment across from me. I wanted her in my bed, where I could keep a better watch on
Leo Young stood there in all his glory, that dimpled smile on his handsome face. His arms outstretched, bringing back memories from my freshman year of college. The easygoing guy that I met at a club downtown one wild Saturday night. I’d briefly dated him, more or less, a friend with benefits for a couple of semesters. Nothing serious, but by the way Luther reacted, I didn’t dare hug him. I didn’t dare breathe or move a muscle. He stepped in front of him, blocking our eye contact. “Wow, Luther Reed, you found your mate, I see.” Luther’s shoulders were tense, the room quiet and the atmosphere heavy. “How do you know her?” he asked. Leo took a step to the side, briefly meeting my gaze before Luther blocked him again. “Don’t look at her. Look at me. How do you know my mate?” Leo chuckled and tilted his head to the side. “I met her years ago. We ... were friends.” I sensed the smug smile on Leo’s face without seeing him. If he was anything like the guy I remembered, the smug smile wa
I watched Marcus as he studied my penthouse, his hands behind his back, and a looming umbrella of darkness that hung over him. He'd never been to my place before, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it just yet. Blaire, on the other hand, sat at the bar eating a plate of food I ordered, her legs swinging off the barstool. I felt her need for talking, and not long after, she asked, "So, Marcus, what do you do for a living?" It was almost comical, but I did my best not to laugh at her. Marcus' dark gaze, which matched our father's shifted toward Blaire, and his eyebrow curved toward his hairline. "I'm a werewolf. I'm the lead hunter in our pack. That's what I do." She gave him a snarky look and went back to her food. "You didn't have to get a tude about it," she mumbled. Marcus smirked, and it slid underneath my skin. My wolf didn't like him chatting with my mate, or even looking at her, but he'd come in and found Bree's scent right away. He was the best hunter no matter how hard it
The memory of the man—dragon or whatever—hung heavy over me for the drive to see Luther's friend. It wasn't as if I'd forgotten about it, but suppressed it into the back of my mind, putting it into a file of my childhood imagination.But once it'd been unlocked, and opened, it thundered into me like lightening. I'd never truly forget his piecing golden eyes or the span of his midnight wings behind him.When no one noticed him, and my grandmother didn't take me seriously, I chalked it up to be my imagination. A nightmare. Little did I know that he would follow me into my adult life, slamming me with dreams of sexual encounters?I hadn't had the heart to tell Luther that I'd somewhat enjoyed his lure. His kisses before he took what he wanted. The charm of the man sent needles down my spine."Are you okay?" Luther asked, reaching over and palming my shaking thigh.I glanced at his big blue eyes, and the heavy slant of his jaw. The man was utterly gorgeous, and everything I wanted, I just
I stalked out of my office, Blaire's wrist in my palm, hell-bent on diminishing the problem. If I could have found the bastard, I would have ripped his throat out, probably with some struggle considering he was a dragon, but that wasn't the case. I had no idea where he was, or if he was alone, and marking her would be the next best thing. If my scent was on her, it'd deter him from marking her himself. No one wanted to mess around with a woman that held the scent of another man. Blaire struggled to keep up with my long strides, but I couldn't help it, my entire body felt on edge. My wolf howled, and turned circles in anticipation of being with her. Stephanie emerged from her office, halting me. "Is everything okay?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Have you found anything concerning Bree?" I fought my wolf on shoving her out of the way. I knew her concern about Bree was logical, so I choked down the urge to tell her to piss off. "We're having a meeting tomorrow morning at 8 AM. Please
I'm sure I peed on myself again. That would explain the trickle down my leg, since my panties were nowhere in sight.You'd think I would have gotten over the surprise of supernatural males in my life, but nay nay, obviously not. I stumbled from the bedroom, and began searching the floor for my alpha mate's phone. If I hadn't realized how much my life had changed already, the dragon and alpha fighting in the other room was a big slap to the face.The sound of them demolishing the building rang loud into the air. I felt the floor tremble as they fought, and I knew it would only be minutes before someone from the floor below sent for the manager or the cops.I found Luther's phone against the hallway wall where he'd previously had be trapped—what a wonderful memory—if only we were still in that position on the nonexistent bed.With his phone in my hand, I scrolled his contacts until I saw Marcus' number. For some reason him being there first made me feel more protected than Scotty."Hell
Blaire lifted onto her tiptoes and kissed me once more, her sweet scent sliding over my skin like silk. I tangled my fingers into the length of her dark hair, and kissed her back. I knew she was safe with the pack, more safe than the rest of us would be shortly. None of us knew what we were walking into, and normally that wouldn't bother me, but now that I had Blaire, it did. Marcus yelled something at us from the edge of the tree line, but I ignored him, deepening our kiss because I hated to be away from her. With the dragon wanting her so badly, my wolf felt reluctant to leave her. The dragon was obviously hell-bent on claiming her, and it cut me deep. "Luther," she said, pulling away. "I'll be fine. I'm here with an entire pack of wolves. I'll be right here waiting for you when you make it back. And you are coming back, because when you do, I'm going to be ready for some fangs in my neck, and some--," "I know," I said, sliding my palm over the back of her head. "I'm going to g