“When I stepped into leadership of this pack, I made it clear we wouldn’t hold on to old prejudices. This might not be a message that got to some of the most recent pack members. This is a historic time and events have been fast and furious. So, I will state this again without naming names or telling tales out of school, as the humans say.” He paused and looked about. Several uneasy people were now relaxed. “That’s not to say those people will avoid the appropriate punishments later. Now, we are a wolf pack who recognizes fate can grant us mates who aren’t wolves. We don’t punish a person for their species, race, lack of magic, or anything like that. If you have a problem with another, you seek to resolve it without harming each other. Yes, I know for some that is a tough thing to do. But we do that within this pack. I have heard that someone has used their station and position of responsibility to force their political beliefs onto the pack as a whole. The reports I rece
The investigation took weeks, and by then they’d moved into the packhouse. Life slowly got back to normal. The pack warmed up to Melody and Ellie. When they realized they were the minds behind their products. The she-wolves embraced them readily. Malcolm and Jordan split their time between the city and the Muskoka territory. Even the various construction projects were progressing well, with no more interference. The Fae were nowhere to be seen. But there were new rogues in the shadows of the neutral zones, and they weren’t living there quietly. The council of alphas were making plans to deal with them along with an ever pending war between the Toronto packs, the Scarborough Grove, and the Don Valley. It was something that cropped up again and again. They had history and family conflict. No one could blame them for the father they had. Now there’s a girl driving a wedge between them again, with her mere existence. Ellie was concerned about Jordan. He’d have to come to terms wi
Melody Von Line found her parking spot in a rush. She was late again. Taking her purse from beside her, Melody took a pill case from her purse and popped a pill. She wasn’t ill. These were scent blockers. Something she had to take every day she worked. Why? Because she was a fox within a den of wolves. Shifters, every one of them. But wolves saw foxes as prey, and the two sets of shifters didn’t work with each other ever. So here she was with the opportunity to work in the top firm on Bay Street. She was working alongside the legendary Wolf of Bay Street. Melody didn’t know when she applied. He was actually a wolf shifter. So, to keep her job, Melody pretended to be human. Hence the need for scent blockers. Standing outside of her car, she sprayed herself down with a perfume she made of lavender and vanilla. It was a popular scent right now for human women. She just altered her formula to help hide anything she missed. A look at her phone as a text came in surprised
Malcolm woke up this morning and quickly assessed his life. He’d requested to work with his associate, Melody Von Line. If there was a burlesque name, he’d never heard. The name warned a man of exactly what he’d get. She was sex personified and that he needed to get out of his system, or she would break his concentration too much. So, today he’d start his campaign to have her. He figure by his response to her he’d need a long weekend to work her out of his system. His driver’s service picked him up. His assistant and Beta Jordan Blacksmith. A tall blonde man with similar eyes to Malcolm. It was the wolf in both of them and the fact that they were distantly related on Malcolm’s mother’s side of Jordan’s father. “Morning.” Jordan said as Malcolm settled into his seat. “So, what’s on the docket for today that I should know about?” “I’m taking the long weekend off for once. You need to pick up one of those blueberry muffins Ms. Von Line likes and her favourite cof
Melody walked Ellie out of the building so that Ellie didn’t encounter anyone she shouldn’t. She then made it clear that Ellie must stay away from Jordan at all costs. Once she resigned here, that wouldn’t be a problem for Ellie or Melody. Back at her desk, she skipped lunch to finish as much work as she could. Before she lost her mind thinking of how her mother must have died alone in her small apartment in the den. Melody didn’t need to mourn now. She’d have plenty of time to grieve privately at a later date. Now, Melody must resign without notice and she hated it. She’d lose financially, but that didn’t matter when she was back in the den. So, she wrote the letter that ended her career here. She couldn’t tell anyone. There’s be too many questions she couldn’t answer, and she didn’t want any wolves threatening the den. They had kits there. Unlike the wolves. Most foxes were peaceful and not ready for fighting. Malcolm called her for an impromptu meeting at the end o
“Nice place you have here. I love what you’ve done with the scenery.” Malcolm knew her eyes never stopped eating him up. He could feel her gaze and it went straight to his head. That wasn’t the one on shoulders either. Gods, she had him hard just getting out of her car and looking at him. The electric excitement of this new encounter had him walking down the stair to her almost bowl legged. When he finally stood before her, his fingers tore that bun from her hair and tangled there while his lips came down on hers, demanding a deep, longing kiss. Malcolm didn’t rush it. No, he savoured her sweetness. That lavender and vanilla curled around him, hopping up his need to explore every inch of her. His memory went back to her words in his office this afternoon. She’d let him find out if her panties matched her bra. “That’s better. No more buns here, and that was an improvement to that first greeting.” “Really? You won’t just take me against the warm hood of my car? Just flip my
Just like in business, Melody delivered. Her playful nature was temptation itself. It was all he could do to contain his desire to sink into her for hours. He could smell her scent of her desire over her perfume. Like him, she felt the need to shed her business shell and open herself fully to their experience. They didn’t need to talk about this being only for now. When they agreed on it, she made it clear in the coffee shop. She was steaming hot with her purple bra and bare feet. She was so horny that when she walked her hips gave him come hither vibes and he’d follow them. In the cottage again, she kissed her, drink in her pliant curves and eager kisses. They made it into the bedroom, and she excused herself so she could use the bathroom. Now he stripped down to only his pants. Clothing was too restrictive. Gods, he so rarely of this worked up over a woman. But for him, he was riding the high. Melody was scrambling in the bathroom. She could feel her foxish nature
He was the size of a beast. When he first drove into her, she could feel him fill her so completely that she lost herself to the experience. So ready for him. He glided in and out of her with slow, even building thrusts. Even when he lost it and came, she responded to the core deep fiery bursts of his completion. Her own extended with each rush of heat. Now that heat settled in her belly and kept her mellow. She wanted to purr like her fox. But she resisted. She dozed through the fuzzy pleasurable high he left her with. When she woke, he was returning to bed with a couple of glasses of red wine. “I’m surprised you don’t have any hunting trophies on display.” Malcolm made a face. “I make enough conquest at work. I don’t need to be watched by things I kill. It always seemed gory and wrong to hunt for sport.” Melody studied Malcolm’s face for a moment. A wolf not lost in the hunt. This was new and different. But to protect her secret, she said nothing more. “I’d rather hunt