"The heir of what?" Jayk asks as he comes closer to us. I hold my hand out to keep him back. The last thing I want is for this woman or her friend to take a shot at him.  "That was all that was relayed to me," Sloane shrugs and pushes the suitcase to me. She bows to him and takes a step back. I shut the case and hand it to my brother. He looks upset and I really don't have the energy to guess what he's upset about.  "We can talk about this later," I say taking my position next to Miles again. He gives my hand a gentle squeeze but says nothing. He knows when Jayk is upset as well as I do.  "Things are going to be a little different from here on," Jayk holds out the case. Lori takes it from him and disappears back into the shadows. The Betas look like they haven't dealt with shadows before and every time they shift it scares them. Some of them are starting to overheat. Just below the shifting trigger.  "In front of yo

Betas are dramatic. They make really good bosses and have open-minded humor. Sloane owns one of the biggest genetic enhancement facilities in the world. They don't just deal with exotic werewolf breeds but all kinds of meta-natural beings.  I've spent the last two weeks with her trying to find where the vampire money went. At this point, I want to say it never existed. Jayk hasn't complained once about me not being home. He's probably happy to not have someone nagging him all day long, but when he needs something he calls. Miles calls. Leelie calls. Lydia calls. Shit even, Every calls. Not Micca. Not once. Not even a text message. I called him a couple of times and sent him some messages. I know he's read them.  "So, politics?" Sloane asks as I look for Beta training-related classes online. I'm wait-listed on the Beta Ground surveillance class and that's the one I really need to get into. My idiot brother and his guys don't know how to work as a tea

Miles They're basically the same person. Both prideful and resentful. It's not like I don't understand where she's coming from. Micca is so detached from everything that he's formed these iron-clad walls all the way around him and she's right. She's been trying to go easy on him and he's done his best to push her away. This feels like the last straw. The last time she snapped, she ended up marking him against his will. I still remember the bliss he felt from the severe pain he was in for days.  Even after all these years, I still don't know how to get through to him. Talking rarely helps. All he understands is violence. I thought he was getting better. I can't be having this fight with Dagmar every time he has a fucking fit. It's not fair to either of us.  Dagmar went up to the room we're staying in after angrily informing me she was on the third floor the second door to the right. Leelie, Ashton, and Micca show up after a couple of

Miles and I have been together a few times now and I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but Micca is an Omega. He is engineered by centuries of werewolf breeding genetics specifically for this. I once read that those who have Omega mates, their mates somehow know exactly what they need and for a while now, I've been asking myself what it is he thinks I need. I can tell it terrifies him and from what I've seen in his mind, I probably should be too.  His arm wraps around me as he stands taking all my weight to lift me off the floor without breaking our kiss. I suddenly feel like we're falling and my back is hitting the softness of the bed. I gasp for air when he pulls away scraping his teeth over my cheek and down my neck. He growls canines extended, eyes pitch black, and his body is turning. He's fighting his urge to shift, just barely, but the pain seems to be keeping him grounded.  His tongue is attentive to my wounds. He's slowly lapping at th

Jayk Seeing Dagmar upset the way she is, isn't easy. I underestimated the power I have over her and now I get why the alphas lost control of the very things they created. It was why I had put the rules in place. They gave me a sense of control. I had promised myself and my sister that I wouldn't let this get to me, but it's already started to bleed into everything we've been working for.  I don't know how to fix this and now that Dagmar is home, everyone seems to be more at ease.  "Jayk?" Micca walks in our makshift office space and sits in Miles's chair across from me.  "What's up?" I say giving him my attention. He scratches the back of his head nervously.  Micca has never been a man of many words. When it comes to anything regarding our business, he lets his work do the talking for him. It's why I love having him around. He's always been eager to prove that he deserves Dagmar. "I didn't think thi