Wyatt's P.O.V. After Jessi and I finish showering, I take her to my office to get her opinion on the rogues that keep threatening the palace. I have to admit showering will never be the same for me again. We lost our virginity in the shower last night. Thinking about how her mouth felt on me after training, it was so incredible that I have to force it out of my mind before I tell her to get on her knees again. I have actual work to do, although a whole day with nothing but a naked Jessi sounds a lot more tempting. No, no, no. I'm a man. I'm the lead warrior. I'm not a sex-craved teenager. I look at Jessi as she bends over my desk, looking at the papers I laid out for her. She's wearing short denim shorts and a white crop top that shows off her toned body. Does she own any clothing that won't turn me on? Is it wrong to want to pull those shorts down and take her from behind? "When did this start?" She asks. I'm confused for a minute when I get ready to t
Jessi's P.O.V.I look at Wyatt in disbelief. He just announced that he's making me his second in command, and I don't know how I feel about that. I've only been a warrior officially for a day. I'm sure everyone will think he's only doing it because I'm his mate. I try to hide my emotions, but I turn to him as soon as the others leave."You're making me your second in command? How can you do that? I have no experience. I'm sure that many of the other warriors are better qualified." I know I'm rambling, but I need to know why he decided this all of a sudden. Wyatt walks over and puts his hands on my shoulders, smiling at me."I've been the lead warrior for six months and haven't appointed anyone because no one felt right. I was waiting for someone I could trust to take my place if something happened and I was unable to lead. You have already proven yourself in many ways. You're intelligent, strong, passionate, and you're fair. I know you won't make impulsive decisions th
Jessi's P.O.V. I follow Wyatt to the interrogation room, almost on autopilot. Why can't I shake this feeling that we're being set up? There has to be a reason that whoever is behind this sent rogues at certain times on certain days. Were they checking our security? Were they actually doing what they said and trying to kill Ryder and Zoe? Was it something else that we haven't thought of yet? "Are you okay?" Wyatt asks before opening the door. "I don't know. I have this feeling that something more is at play here. Let's be cautious about what we disclose in there." I reply. He tilts his head and studies me for a minute before nodding. "Okay. Let me know if you notice anything unusual." He says before kissing me on the forehead. Wyatt opens the door, and we walk into the room. The rogue is sitting with his hands cuffed to the table and his ankles chained to the chair. There are two guards with him that stand in opposite corners of t
Wyatt's P.O.V. I turn when Jessi walks out of the closet wearing the little black dress I talked her into, and I instantly regret it. It's sleeveless, leaving her neck and shoulders bare. It's also tight, showing off every womanly curve she has. What makes it even sexier is that I can see the tip of her sheathed knife when she walks. Scar and I are both panting. Would she kill me if I asked her to wear a trench coat over the dress? My eyes finally tear themselves off her body, and I see her smirk. Yeah, she would kill me, and not in a good way. "I take it you're having second thoughts about picking out my clothes," Jessi states, walking over to me after sliding her feet into her black heels. I close my eyes and try to get my thoughts in order so I don't sound like a blubbering fool. "I promise to let you choose your own clothes from here on out," I say, but my voice is hoarse. Jessi giggles at my reaction while putting her arms around my neck.
Jessi's P.O.V. I walk into the restroom, feeling Wyatt's eyes and others on me the entire time. Right after I shut the door, it re-opens. I assume it's another woman, but I see a man I don't recognize when I glance in the mirror. He's tall and muscular with sandy brown hair. I turn around and look him in the eye. "This is the women's restroom," I say firmly. This jackass better not mess up our plan to talk to Jock. He smirks as he steps closer, pinning me against the sink. "I saw you come in here, so I figured it was the men's; after all, you're so desperate to be a man." He leans forward so our faces are only an inch apart. "I think you can tell I'm all woman. Now get the fuck out of my way." I try to shove past him, but he cages me in with his arms on either side of me. "No, you're staying right here. Any woman walking around looking like that is asking to be fucked. Maybe Wyatt isn't man enough to give you what you ne
Jessi's P.O.V. My screams are so loud they're the only thing I can hear. The pain in my chest that I can feel from the arrow in Wyatt's is excruciating. I see Ryder and Zoe, but I can't focus on them. I know the arrow is silver, and silver kills wolves. Wyatt can't be dead. We haven't had time to live yet. I see Zoe sticking a needle in his arm as someone with thick gloves pulls the arrow out of him. I don't understand why I can't hear anything until I realize I'm still screaming. I try to fight when I feel someone lifting me into their arms until I see it's Ryder. I cling to him as I sob. Why did this happen? Who took him from me? Looking back at Wyatt, I see people putting him on a gurney and rushing him inside the palace. Ryder carries me, following close behind. I'm so thankful for him because I don't think my legs will work. Where are they taking him? He was shot with silver to the heart, and there's no way to save him. I see them take him to
Jessi's P.O.V. After my impromptu meeting with Selene, I can't go back to sleep. I lie against Wyatt and listen to his steady breathing while I try to process everything that happened. I can't help blaming myself. This would have never happened if I hadn't been adamant about letting our wolves run. I remember feeling like someone was watching us when Wyatt threw me to the ground. He must have felt it, too. Was the arrow meant for me or him? I look at his face, and it looks ashen. I've tried to talk to Scar, but he's not responsive. I'm assuming he's feeling the brunt of the effects from the silver. Was it a rogue or someone else who shot at us? Just as the sun begins to rise, I hear a knock on the door before Zoe and Ryder walk in. "How are you, Jessi?" Zoe asks, giving me a hug after I sit up on the side of the bed. "I don't know, honestly." I quickly tell them about my meeting with Selene
Wyatt's P.O.V. I don't understand what's happening. I remember going for a run with Jessi, and then everything went black. Why can't I open my eyes? Where am I? I try to talk to Scar, but there's no answer. Am I dead? That can't be right because I wouldn't be able to feel if I was dead, and I can feel a burning pain in my chest. There seems to be a slight burn in my entire body, but the pain in my chest is the worst. I hear people talking, but I don't know where or who they are. Where's Jessi? Where's my mate? Is she okay? I try to mindlink her, but it's like there's a block that won't let me through. When I feel tingling on my forehead, I relax. I recognize Jessi's touch. She's here. She's with me, but why can't I speak or see her? I want to wrap my arms around her but can't move. I want to feel her silky skin and kiss her soft lips. Why does it feel like my mind is in a prison? I know I'm here, but no