Freya actually thought that they were playing by the same rules. They were on the more tense ground now, and even though the room was empty save for her and him, Dante could feel it burning up with their anger. Unexpectedly, he liked her hot and bothered, but that didn't mean he was going to see her more than just a girl he could play with. He wasn't going to break his rules for anyone. Most annoyingly, a slave girl. That didn't interfere with the fact that his wolf kept frustrating him by making his sexual drive high. His balls tightened, though. His muscles tensed, too, with the frustration of not being able to remind her that she might hate him because of her experiences with him. But, he could overpower and have her spread out on the table just to get his wolf off his back. "Miss Parrish." Dante clasped her chin between his fingers, angling her face to meet his gaze."Freya," she corrected.She wanted to make him see that she wasn't afraid of him. That ship had fucking sailed th
Things got progressively and unbearably worse in the week following her move, which Oscar sarcastically referred to as 'exile' from Speed to the Transportation unit ALA newsroom. It was trivia times like that that someone like Freya restricted herself.The place was a prison made from gold. Well organized with desks glued together in a wave pattern, circling huge monitors that broadcast different news channels from all over the world.The newsroom was round, with glass walls. Nearby was another conference room made of glass as well-in which fresh pastries and fruit were set in fancy baskets and elegant glass water bottles were lined together neatly. There were cabinets filled with coffee, noodles, and a display of flowers on top of them. There were hundreds of monitors, switchboard phones, keyboards, and cables running from side to side. There was a stairway to the seventh floor that led to a door with a plaque plastered on it: We give you the choice to go anywhere. That was laughable
Dante's PA was the definition of candy sweet. Unfortunately, she was also a ticking time bomb. Dante was such a tyrant, she spent the majority of the day running after him, taking orders, or sobbing softly in the restroom. Today was the fourth time Freya had found her doing that-on a Friday, of all days, a second before everyone in Seattle poured into fancy bars and hole-in-the-wall pubs to celebrate the weekend freedom-and Freya silently slid a box of tissues and a mini-box of chocolate bars into her stall. She'd been too scared to ask for Freya's help, and she didn't know how to broach the subject without making her feel weak. But that fourth time in the restroom broke Freya. To hell with her boss and his deep blue eyes, his pouty lips, dirty mouth, and personal trainer's body. There was no way in hell he was going to keep making people's life miserable. Victoria reminded Freya of what she used to pass through in the hands of Dante and his pack. Yet, she had no one to ask for help.
His eyes traveled down to Freya's feet, and he raised one lonely eyebrow.Whatever. She stomped her foot, seething. "You're being unreasonable! You need to stop walking so fast, too. Victoria is running after you, and her feet are all banged up.""Miss Parrish, hell will freeze over before you dictate my movements, in or out of my company. Don't think that you've earned the right to address me. Things might get ugly if you keep acting this way."She threw her hands up. "I give up. Please transfer me back to Speed. Making stories was my life's ambition, but you are a messed person. It is not worth working with you."What was she saying? Why was she saying that? She didn't want to go back to Speed. Yes, she loved Katharine and Oscar, but she wanted to stay there and make news. Exotic news. She just wanted him not to treat her like she didn't exist and cut Victoria some slack."You like the news? Here's a news flash for you: you don't always get what you want. Are we done here?"No. They
It was proper to place the blame for Dante's horniness on staying celibate for a while. The most amazing thing was how he felt aroused and how his wolf sprang to life whenever he was around Freya. He couldn't even control himself because he felt that his source of life was Freya. He felt stronger around her. Also, to his bafflement, his eyes briefly glistened bright red, and he snarled into her neck.He looked down at her. For a second, something passed between them. Despite his perpetually cold exterior, he seemed to understand loss and disappointment in a fundamental way that tainted someone's entire perception of life. Surprisingly, it was his second time having, feeling, and showing any emotion since the death of his father.He spun her around and slapped her bare knees like a scolding parent. It wasn't the burn, but the shock that made her fall down on all fours. She was blinking away the surprise when she felt him lower to his knees behind her."Are you sure about this, Omega? On
That evening, her entire life wasn't the same when she got home from work. Panic gripped her throat, squeezing hard. She has never done such a dreadful deed for once. The realization sobered up her Dante-induced haze quickly. She rummaged the house like she was looking for something in particular, only to lay ahold of her phone and scream so hard that her vocal cord almost cracked. In times like this, she needed someone to call. Someone to lean her head on and cry bitterly. Usually, at this point, she would have either swallowed or called Jake. But, she hurt Jake. Where was the heart and voice she would use in explaining what happened to Jake? As if Jake heard her thoughts, he called. The sound of her blasting phone scared her.She kept her eyes glued to her phone screen, watching it blink. After three times of successive ringing, Freya picked up."Hey," Jake's voice came almost in a whisper.Freya blocked the speaker while trying to clear her throat. "Jake. How are you doing?""Are
Living alone would have been a much-preferred choice for Dante, but of course, he would have to rip Declan into pieces for that decision to be successful. After the fucked up day, he went back to Declan's nagging about how swiftly he had to move in bonding with his mate because the more he delayed the process, the quicker his power diminishes. What could he possibly do without the feeling of power? Not just any kind of power, a werewolf power."Save your old lady nagging for your grandkids, Declan. It is no surprise as to why you are still single," Dante moved as he removed his suit jacket, carelessly tossing it on the sofa. "If you want me happy, just give me a break. I know what I am supposed to do. Don't you think that it is unfair that I have to mate with that slave? It could have been anybody else. Let's say someone from a royal family. Anyone at all."With what happened at the office, and the attraction between them, Dante feared that it was prone to repeat itself. And if such b
Snaking her hand around Dante's body, "let me take care of you. I understand that you are exhausted from all the responsibilities you have to single-handedly shoulder. We can get into this discussion later. I am here to have a good time with my Alpha."Suddenly, Dante's mind went to Freya. Her face was so vivid in his memory. Her smile and the total satisfaction he got just by being around her. Dante thought that the solution to the craziness of thinking about her was sleeping with her. But, he has seen that even the brief thing he had with Freya made him want more of her. He wanted to know how it felt to be inside of her. How he would lose..."Fuck!" he hissed under his breath."What? Did something happen?"'Of course, something unbelievable is happening to me. How can I keep on thinking of someone I am not supposed to have in my thoughts? I am just supposed to get her to fulfil Cora's request so that my power can be whole.' Dante thought to himself."I guess I can help you relax. Ge