Chapter 36

Soon as they reached the compound, Noah was half-dragging Vanessa, their hands held tightly together.

"Simon." He said, as men usually did, a bye. Indicating that he and Vanessa needed to talk and he'd have to wait, no matter how long it took them to get to the bottom of this.

She was seething behind him. If, he could find some restraint on his mouth breathing Neanderthal ways, she could meet him in the middle.

"Noah. I am not going anywhere with you." She put her foot down, literally. He had to stop then.

His eyes, black of abyss, reflected back her anger. Noah had practiced, with every fibre of his being, to blunt the edges of his need, his anger, his wants so they wouldn't spearhead a life crafted with care, each minute detail splayed for scrutiny. Not that anyone now told him how things under his control should be done. In the relative past, when he was still an Alpha in training, they had. And the lessons tattooed themselves on his very soul.

Like it or not, Vanessa Flynn was