JIMMY Oh I'm sorry, were you expecting Rocco? Well you're out of luck aren't you. Sit down and fucking listen listen The me for a change. The greasy dark-haired lothario of the gambling world has been sidelined for once. Don't tell me you're one of his simpering fools too. It's my turn to set some records straight. I'm Jimmy Haskell. Me and my triplet brother Julien haven't been busting our asses climbing the ladder of power all these years for nothing. The Haskell Triplets - we are a huge deal in the Silverlake pack. Renowned, feared and that reputation is heading into the city too. Wicknace, sadistic bastard that he is, isn't getting any younger. The more I fetch him rich foods, beverages and cigars the closer my feet edge towards being the Alpha of Silverlake. It's all a matter of playing the game. There's nothing wrong with rigging the game in your favour if you're clever enough to get away with it though. I still can't believe she is messing

SELENE I’m pretty sure I’m meant to be dead right now. Or mated to Jimmy Haskell. I’d choose the first option and I almost did have a literal gun to my head just now. I thought I was safe, hanging out with the Godiva crowd. I even started to loosen up. Having a few drinks with Jax and the others we were enjoying the music and the vibe of the place. Jax looked fabulous in her hot pink bodycon, and it was her night to celebrate. The place looked amazing, the royal blue and glass theme was so cool, so modern that I knew everyone would be blown away. I felt proud of Rocco, he had pulled this out of nothing in three months, with Jax’s help. She deserves to celebrate herself into oblivion tonight as this is going to launch Godiva’s reputation skywards. Seeing as I’m quitting and getting the hell out of this city on Monday morning, I feel like a bit of a third wheel. It isn’t my future I’m celebrating. Whether Pen or not comes with me is up to her. Greg had

SELENE It was like the thwack of a baseball bat striking a home run. Bang. Before the lift doors were even fully opened my wolf was on high alert, yet I was still stunned by the sensation. There was a small half-second of panic when I thought it was the scrawny bellboy but when that dark head of hair lifted and I saw his eyes through the blood-covered forehead I knew. Rocco. It had been him all along. Of course it was. Something deep within, a little-accessed part of me where I pretended I wasn't a shifter came roaring into life. Desire, lust, hunger flooded through me. The dominant emotion was the ache. The ache for my mates body to be pressed against me. When he stood up and came rocketing towards me at full pace I felt a fear mixed with exhilaration. My human side was still in there, just about and Pen flashed through. To see that powerfully strong, gorgeous man restraining himself was incredible. He was waiting for me to accept him. That ges

SELENE There is always the fear, deep in the back of every shifter's mind that once the heat dies down, when you can see clearly around you once more that you might look at your mate and feel regret. Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life. As I lay in the hotel bed, watching his slow and steady slumber I searched my feelings. There was no regret, even his flaws were like a spicy addition to a beloved meal. I knew my life would never be boring around him. Even with the small slash across his forehead which was already healing, probably

ROCCO The only favour Jimmy did give me in those two hours while we waited for Wicknace was to let me get changed. Apart from that it was a standoff where we all tried to pretend, we didn't want to just sit down and have a coffee. That might have just been me. Being held at gunpoint doesn't suddenly remove the aching pain of what Selene put me through last night. I need a massage and a nap seat. Throwing the duffel bag Jacob had fetched at me he ordered, "sort yourself out you look ridiculous. Wicknace will think I've done it to you." Thankful to remove the tuxedo jacket and smart pants I changed into the grey t-shirt and sweatpants Jacob had fetched. Even in our dangerous predicament I couldn't help shooting him a glare and gesture silently at him as I stood there in sweatpants and glossy black dress shoes. I refuse to die dressed like a complete moron. "So, does Selene know all about your past yet?" Jimmy drawled, sat on the barstool twirling the