At first Lyle jerked her head towards him with wide eyes. She found him still focusing on the road in front of him. He had squeezed her hand and was holding it as if he would never leave it. Her breathing became ragged when despite those bruises on his face, she found him irresistible. The volume of his golden hair on the top of his head was falling over his forehead. She had this sudden urge to tousle them. No one should have such beautiful hair. He said he loved her.  “Don’t stare like that at me,” he said in a low, sexy voice. A while later he sucked in a sharp breath. Seeing that she hadn’t an answer, he continued, “Lyle I am not perfect. But the only thing I can say is that I will follow you into hell if that is what is going to keep you safe. I am going to protect you because I feel you are mine, but I also feel that you are my protector. I wasn’t tethered to life as much as I am tethered to it

Lyle froze at her words, but masked her expressions. She looked at her plate where she dug her fork into meat pie. Dominique was sitting next to Lyle and he heard what Arya said. He sliced a piece of roasted chicken on his plate with a knife and picked it up with his fork to eat. As he chewed it, he said, “This is so delicious, Arya!” “Well, you really have to say that to our cook. She is a gem!” Arya replied, savoring cheese and garlic toast. When Ryder came, he saw that Dominique was sitting on her left. She was on the extreme corner of the table right next to the head chair on which Arya was sitting. Arya’s beta, Conrad, was on the other side. He was in a deep conversation with Nolan. He expressed his displeasure with a low growl, and asked Arya’s beta to sit somewhere else. Conrad looked at him with a frown an

Lyle went back to the crown of his penis and then wrapped her cherry lips around it, wantonly. His legs quaked and his neck muscles corded. His shaft swelled in her mouth when she groaned around it. He pushed his hips inside her wanting her to take more. Every time his cock touched the back of her throat, he bit back curses. She licked and flicked and sucked him until he came inside her with a brutal roar.   Ryder’s chest was heaving so fast that he thought he couldn’t last this lifetime if he didn’t get inside her. He withdrew from her mouth and then wiped her face. He found his wolf trying to take over, to mate her. But how was this possible when he hadn’t even scented her as his mate. Gods, he wanted her. He would die if he didn’t get in her. It was difficult for him to control his wolf. His fangs had lengthened and his claws increased. His voice altered when he said, “I want to— want to get

She looked at him for a fleeting second. The next moment there was a draft of air, strands of hair moved on her face and Jeremy was down with Ryder straddling him. He punched Jeremy on the face. Jeremy had to use his magic to throw the alpha some ten feet away, but Ryder charged at him again with an enraged roar. What Lyle saw next were two hunks fighting and punching in a hand-to-hand combat. It took five men including Conrad to separate them. And when they were separated, they both had bruises on their faces. Ryder’s forehead was bleeding and he spat blood but Jeremy’s left eye had swollen and there was a cut next to his lips. When their gazes met, she saw his anger and frustration. “You just can’t come here and disrupt the training, Ryder!” Conrad said in a stern vo

Lyle jerked open her eyes as a sheen of sweat beads lined her forehead. Why did she feel restless when she saw that woman in her mind? And why did she see that woman? Who was she? Her breath became shallow and she lowered her face in order to stop feeling so uncanny about it. She settled her emotions by convincing herself that it was just a fleeting thought. She must have seen the woman somewhere… She closed her eyes again and focused on meditation. But it was difficult. Every now and then she saw the image of the same woman… her golden hair cascading like rays of sun till her waist… Her beautiful green eyes and rosy lips made her look surreal. Lyle was getting frustrated because she was unable to ward off the image of that woman. She got up, rolled her yoga mat and stashed it aside with other accessories used in the pack house. Then she walked to Conrad and said, “I am don