"Because your such a prick." I laughed. Cassar rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips twitched up."Where are you from?" He asked. And there it is. The hard questions."Mexico." I lied.He snagged the jar away from me. "No peanut butter for lying.""Nacido y criado en Mexico. Lo juro." I cried out in Spanish, trying to grab the peanut butter jar from him.Cassar gave me a weird look, not understanding."I said, born and raised in Mexico. I swear." I translated for the knuckle head.He kept the jar away from me. His eyes unblinking. "You're not from Mexico."It was a joke, I obviously wasn't born and raised in Mexico, but still I cried in agony over my peanut butter. He still didn't submit."Fine," I huffed giving in. "I'm from Uganda, Africa."Cassar came closer to me, his face directly in front of mine. A teasing smile on his lips. "Now Vienna, do we have to have a chat about lying?""Ni kweli ingawa." I said in Swahili, a pout on my lips. "It's true though."He smiled at my at

Her face became dark and she thought. She gave a soft growl. "I'm glad they're dead. Rogues are nothing but dirt under your shoes."I looked up at her cautiously, not sure what to do about her bitter anger. I decided to speak up, it wasn't really my thing to stay quite anyways."Don't get me wrong, those rogues were the bottom of the barrel. In fact I'm kind of bummed that they didn't suffer longer." I started softly. "But, not all rogues are bad."She looked at me sharply, shocked at my words. "Rogues are kicked out of their pack because they did something so horrible, they are dangerous to the rest of the pack."I took a deep breath and continued. "I know a lot of rogues, and eighty percent of them don't deserve the hand they were given.""What do you mean?""Think about Harlen, she was considered a rogue. She not a bad person.""Harlen is different."I shrugged my shoulders. "A lot of rogues are different."It was true. A widowed mother and her newborn pup were banished to hide the

I was about to tell him off when we started heading through the house.The party was in full swing. Everyone had a drink in their hand, a swing to their hips. Humans chatting to their acquaintances.Waitresses walked around in tight black clothing, cleavage spilling out. Men leered at them while women ignored them. The women did their own leering at the males I walked beside. I rolled my eyes at the humans.The house looked like it came from Donald Trump's bathroom. Gold plaited everything. Not really my style, but if that's what Emilia and Eduardo liked.Emelia guided us through the giant house, explaining to me what rooms were what, and who was who out of the guest list.Unlike the Viribus Pack members I smiled at the humans who were mulling about. All of them hesitant at the creatures who walked among them.Finally we reached a back room that could have been an office. Cassar looked between me and the room, judging if I would behave. I rolled my eyes, opening the door myself.There

It had been weeks since the last time I had a decent sleep. And that was only because I was trying to recuperate from massacring a bedroom.All I’ve been doing for weeks is tossing and turning in a bed. Only getting an hour or two of sleep a night. It was finally starting to take its toll on me.I noticed it during the poker game this evening. I was missing small tells. Not paying enough attention to everyone in the room. I was letting my guard down.And not just during the poker game, but around the pack. In the territory. Around Cassar. I was sharing too much information, giving them too many details about my life. I had even been tempted to tell Cassar the story of my first car while we drove home. Stopping myself just in time.It had to stop, and the only solution I could think of was finally getting some much needed sleep. I was desperate. Very very desperate.That was why I found myself standing in front of Cassar Salvaterre’s apartment door at two in the morning. Wearing very s

Waking up my body was stiff from the couch, but it had been one of the best nights I had in a long time.Vienna didn’t have to trick me into giving her the bed. I would have freely given it to her if she had asked. I would have given her anything if she asked.It was better she didn’t know that. For my own health. Who knows what my mate would do with that sort of information.Somehow during the night she managed to pile all of the blankets on top of her. The only part of her not covered was her face and bare shoulder not covered by her tank top. Her sweater now being used as a pillow. Her original pillow nowhere to be seen.My animal instincts wanted me to mark her now. It would have been easy. Before she realized what was happening it would be too late.If I did that, she would no doubt kill me before I could leave the room. I did not have a death wish.I needed to mark her soon though. The longer she went without my mark the more danger she was in. The need to protect her grew every