I am summoned to Dr. Sarah's office almost immediately.
The space is filled with other important personnel and I fight the urge to shuffle under their openly scheming gazes.
Dr. Sarah approaches me. She beams at me but I sense a falseness about it. "Gweneth. Everyone has been buzzing about the recent news. But we'd like to hear it from the horse's mouth. Is it true?"
She makes it sound like I'd just announced an engagement. To her question, I nod. "Yes. I... It appears I'm his mate." Saying it sounds surreal. Impossible.
Shifter-human mating is rare. So rare there hasn't been any recorded cases of it actually happening. But to be fair, we'd only just found out about Shifters a few decades ago.
If possible Dr. Sarah's smile widens. She claps like an excited schoolgirl and my discomfort only grows. "This is good news!" She turns her attention to the team behind her and in a breathy voice she announces, "It appears we've just made a breakthrough."
White smiles pass around the group and I'm left in the dark, a foreboding chill starting to make its way down my spine.
Dr. Sarah turns back to me. "As of today, you're to resign your job as a scientist."
My breath stops. "Wha--"
"Because you're going to be assigned another job, of course."
"What job?"
"Take care of him. Ensure he's well-fed. You're to spend a great deal of time with the alpha so that the bond between the two of you can strengthen."
I search her eyes, growing uneasy. "Why?"
A dark look passes over her face. "That way he can do whatever we ask of him once he thinks you're in danger."
I suddenly find it hard to swallow. "I don't want any part in this."
Her eyes snap to mine like she didn't expect I'd not be on board with her plan. "What?"
"This." My arm does a wild sweep in the air. "I don't want a part in any of this. This is where I draw the line."
The people around all stiffen, glaring daggers at me like I am vile. Like I am damning humanity by my refusal to partake in their plan. Like I am a selfish b*tch.
Dr. Sarah steps closer to me. Her voice lowers. "You could be forced."
I stiffen and draw up to my full height. "Is that what happens when you become a Hunter, have your free will taken away from you? I thought the very thing we fight for is freedom."
She doesn't waver. "Your report states a next of kin in Las Vegas. A sister. A drunk, a drug addict who cannot be trusted with even taking care of her own son. But despite this, you love her. Wouldn't like to see her washed up dead in some lake, would you? And her son..."
My breath rattles out of me and I don't care if my terror is stark on my face.
The woman pats the side of my face gently before drawing away. "Now just do as we say and no one gets hurt."
When I go home later, I stare blankly ahead as I heat some mashed potatoes, giving halfhearted answers to Rylan's excited rambling.
When night falls I sneak into his bed, wrapping my arms around him. The ten-year-old soon stirs awake and blinks up at me blearily. "Mum? What are you doing here? You know I can sleep alone now, right?"
"Shh," I hush gently, feeling my voice crack. "Mummy just wants to hold you, okay?"
Perhaps sensing my mood, he just nods and snuggles deeper into me, falling asleep almost immediately.
The next morning I retrieve my car from the mechanic, driving it up the barren acreage of land surrounding Mount Pyre. Stopping at the front post, I slide my ID card against the slot and the huge gate budges, drawing up. I drive in.
The Hunters around cast me sidelong looks as I make my way through the Halls. A few of them stare at me with open animosity, no doubt having heard about my refusal to go on board with Dr. Sarah's proposal. Although you could hardly call it that.
Her office is wide open by the time I get there. Her head snaps up when I come in, then a smile stretches the side of her lips. "Knew you'd make the right choice."
My jaw clenches. She waves towards the opposite table. I turn and see a trolley. It's packed with food.
"Werewolves have quite the appetite. Although this one doesn't seem to want to eat anything we give him."
"Can't imagine why."
She doesn't address the sarcastic statement, instead motioning to the trolley again. "Take it up to him. There's every chance he's going to eat now it's you offering the food."
I roll the trolley away. The elevator ride up is slow and, unfortunately, I have enough time to dwell on my situation.
Dread slides through me at the thought of meeting Malcolm. The image of him from yesterday flashes through my mind, making my throat tighten. His glowing blue irises, his lengthening canines, the horrific sharpening of the angles on his face. The protruding black claws.
One swipe of those dangerously sharp appendages and you'd be rent to shreds.
The doors slide open and I push through. Taking out my card, I slide the chip in and the metal door whirs open.
He's awake.
Steel grey eyes watch me narrowly as I swallow and enter the room. On instinct, my gaze flies to the emergency button.
"Good morning," I greet.
Like yesterday, his eyes do a bold sweep down my body. Once they land on the card pinned to my shirt pocket his eyes glow a fierce blue that has me backing up sharply. "You're one of them," he growls.
I realize it's the first time I've heard him speak. His voice is deep and gravelly, a combination that has heat slinking down my insides despite myself.
Once what he says settles, I state, "You could say that."
"Then you are no mate of mine."
The rejection cut deep. The feeling is accompanied by a twinge of anger. "Do you think I want any part in this?! My life is in danger and--" I cut myself off, sucking in a breath.
He watches me closely. Pinpricks of gooseflesh break out of my skin at the raw intensity there. Out of my depth, I look away.
"Then set me free," he says.
My eyes snap to his. "I can't. It's not... it's not that easy." I start to unpack the trolley. A plate of pancakes is dropped down on the space beside him. "You have to eat."
He's still looking at me in that disconcerting way. "Why do you say your life is in danger?"
I scoff, the bitter sound directed at myself. "It's nothing I shouldn't have seen coming. I got myself into this and by god, I'm getting myself out." I fork a helping of pancakes and hold it out to him. "Please eat."
His slate grey eyes are unmoving on my face and I feel a flush start to creep up my neck.
There's a calculation in his gaze that should've bothered anyone, but I'm too busy reeling from the all-consuming way he looks at me to care. Finally, he parts his lips. That little action of surrender should've been the first thing to alert me something wasn't right. I'll learn eventually that Malcolm never yeilds.
But I'm so relieved at finally getting to him that I inch closer.
The fork goes in his mouth. Still holding my gaze, his lips close over it. At once something crackles in the air. My blood heats and a faint blue glow simmers in the depths of his eyes. Desire.
My breath hitches and I suddenly feel like a prey.
Which is odd, because he's the one in chains.
But a part of me, an instinctual part that becoming awake in his presence, knows I shouldn't count on that fact to keep me safe from him.
MALCOLM__The soft smell of vanilla weaves over the room when my mate walks in.My mate.My chest tightens when she comes closer with that blasted trolley. Her blonde hair is secured in a tight coil at her nape and like always, I am filled with a desperate desire to see it unbound, tumbling down her slender back.Her guileless green eyes take me in and she offers a tentative smile. "Hey.""Release me," I say.For the past four days this has become my reply to her greetings. It has become a ritual of sorts, with her giving me an exasperated reply. But as the days go on, I realize I don't know what exactly I'm asking release from. This godsforsaken place, or the spell she seems to have woven over me. I crave the sight of her.I cannot go a moment without thinking about her. Thinking about what those red, succulent lips taste like.What she'd look like naked.I want to breathe her in, take a deep inhale of that elusive vanilla scent and luxuriate in it.And the fact I feel this way on
GWEN__I have a fitful sleep. In my dreams, I'm in the woods. Glowing blue eyes peer at me from the shadows. Then my legs begin to move and I realize I'm running, tearing through forests as a chilling howl sounds behind me.When I feel the morbid excitement of the animal pounding after me, it is then I realize something. They enjoy the chase.I snap awake with a gasp, breathing heavily. I realize I am being shaken awake.Turning, I look at Rylan's nervous form.His pupils are slitted and his brown hair has shrunk into his skull, rendering him bald. Red scales ride the entire length of his body, giving him a macabre look. I immediately take him into my arms, breathing against his skin, "Oh, Rylan. I'm so sorry." I draw back to frame his face. "Did I wake you?"He's still staring at me, a blank, emotionless look on his face. My chest instantly clenches and in horror, I wonder if he's relieving that night. That awful night. I shake him, eyes flitting around his face. "Rylan. Honey, loo
Up ahead loiter two guards. They look at us, and then look away. But then their heads swivel back around, shock registering on their faces. They'd just drawn out their guns when Malcolm let out a chilling roar. I blink in stark disbelief when one second he's at my side, then the next he's tearing through one of the men with inhumane strength. I think I scream when his head is ripped off his shoulders. The other man's trembling hand frantically reaches for his weapon. He pulls the trigger, sending off a deafening blast. Malcolm manages to sidestep it. When the Hunter makes to shoot again, he swipes at the pistol with his claws. The man goes pale when the weapon splits into two in his hands. He looks up to see Malcolm's heavy fist flying down his face. Once the man slumps down, Malcolm marches for me. His claws are bloody and his eyes glow with rage and bloodlust. He looks so terrifying at that moment that I find myself tur
As I come to, flashes of memory zip through my mind. Glasses exploding.I blink.Sprays of shards raining down.I try to sit up.Tendrils of smoke curling up from the bonnet.My head pounds.A huge body shielding me.I try to sit up again but give up, burrowing into the leather seat. My tongue feels like lead in my mouth. "My poor car," I groan in a barely audible voice.The man seated behind the wheel turns slate grey eyes to me.His huge hand palms the back of my head and I start to reach up in protest when he runs his hand through my hair gently. "No concussion," he says in a smooth baritone, withdrawing his fingers while my face flames.I drag in a breath and sit up. Then wish I hadn't.The windshield is completely destroyed, the rowers broken clean at the hilts. I lean forward, the sun rays connecting directly with my face like I'd just peered out a damned balcony. I turn to Malcolm and sna
MALCOLM__The rest of the ride is done in stiff silence. By the time we're cutting through the edge of North Carolina, I'm brimming with something akin to shame. Gwen's gasp at the sight of my back replays in my mind, driving me to the brink of madness. I know it isn't the greatest sight to behold, but my own mate being disgusted with me... The steering wheel bends under my hands.Inhaling slowly, I retract my claws and push down my wolf.I feel Gwen's gaze on me but I don't meet it, determined to push her to the back of my mind just as I'd done my wolf. It would be easy. Nothing could stand in the way of my control.Gwen stayed on my mind till we checked into our first hotel.I could feel her pleasure at the state of our room, but before she could turn those glittering green eyes brimming with gratitude my way, I stride out of the room.I go to the dinner across the street.The girl behind the counter scrawls my order d
GWEN__I crack my eyes open to an empty room. The drapes billow and a waft of frigid air blows in, causing me to pull the sheets tighter. I sit up, taking in the wide expanse of the luxurious room blearily.Rubbing my eyes, I drag myself up and over to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and take a quick shower, hearing the front door open and close.When I step out of the bathroom, I stop short on seeing some clothes laid out on the bed.A scrap of lace catches my eye and I draw closer to investigate.My mouth falls open when I lift something to my eye level. A white thong."You've got to be kidding me," I mutter.My gaze draws to the rest of the clothes and I pry them apart, my cheeks turning redder the more I see. A white tank top, a mini skirt, and a lacy white bra. At the foot of the bed is a pair of strappy white sandals.The door comes open and I sense Malcolm immediately. I spin around, anger lacing my tone, "The
Malcolm leads the way out of the hotel. I stop in my tracks when I notice a shiny new sports car parked in a corner. "Tell me that doesn't belong to you.""Why?""It's friggin expensive, is why! How did you manage to get one so soon?""I have my ways.""You don't say."We walk down the concrete. Unconsciously, I inch closer to Malcolm when I see a man trail off in the middle of a call, eyes on the outline of my breasts in the tight tank top. I jump when I feel Malcolm slide a hand around my waist. I look up to see his jaw is clenched tight."You know, we wouldn't have this problem if you'd just let me wear those pencil skirts you look down on so much."His response is to tighten his hold on my waist. My skin heats beneath his touch.Once we get to the car, I pull away from him, wanting to put some distance between us.I open my door and slip in, my back meeting the softest leather. I close my eyes when my nose catches a
A shiver races down my spine when I hear another roar. It's closer this time.Malcolm.I quicken my pace, breaking into a run. I get to an outdoor restaurant and weave through the tables. "Sorry," I say when I knock down a fork.Gazes draw to me as I rush forward. I'd made it only a few paces before shrieks sounded out behind me.I spin around. While I'd carefully walked past the tables, Malcolm overturned them, mowing through throngs of people, canines bared in a savage snarl.I gasp, speeding as I turn around. I don't make it far."Shit!"A heavy weight lands on top of me. I am roughly turned around. My arms are shoved above me and held in an iron grip. My throat dries as I'm faced with the full force of Malcolm's glare.He wedges his hips into mine. All around us, humans scream, running the other way at the sight of a berserk shifter.His grip tightens and he snarls in my face. "You do not run away from me!"