Blaire slipped into a short summer dress that made my wolf go crazy, as if we hadn't been in the shower until the water turned cold. No, I said to him. We have to save my brother. He's your brother not mine, he said. Bastard. Blaire untucked her hair from the back of her dress, and glanced over at me. "Look, I know you're pissed, but I didn't know he would be there." Sliding my fingers into my wet hair, I sighed. The truth was I secretly felt proud that Blaire had stood up to Zane. Even though it was one more problem to add to my list. "Blaire," I said, stepping in front of her, bracing my palms against her shoulders. "It's over with. There is nothing we can do now. Zane is known for his drastic measures to prove a point. I don’t believe for one second that he won't show up here. He will. But you'll be with me. I'm going to have you miles away from the kingdom, but close enough to me that I won't worry. Some of the wolves will stay behind to protect you while we get Marcus a
The man that stood in the doorjamb of my bedroom, of my one bedroom apartment, despite his devilishly good looks could have used a lesson in social skills. He had the tall, dark and handsome thing going for him, but he couldn’t notice the fact that I wanted him to leave—like yesterday. How many subtle cues would he need to hear before the dingy—probably pull string—lightbulb would go off inside of that perfectly sculptured head of his? How many, 'well, that was fun,' or 'I have an interview soon,' would he need me to say before it clicked? "Thomas," I said gently, pulling my lacey white satin top over my head, and stepping into my un-ironed pencil skirt. "I have an interview in like," I glanced at my watch, "thirty minutes. I'm leaving," I said, standing up straight and putting my hands on my slender hips. "So that means you need to leave, too." Thomas stood up straight, his broad shoulders took up the width of the doorway, and there went that lightbulb. "Oh," he said. "I'll go get
Hire her now. That fragrance would send me to my knees, make me beg, and grovel like a child. At the age of thirty-five, I never imagined I'd find my mate this late. I'd concluded that I would be mateless, and I'd become accustomed to that fact. Then she walked into my office. Blaire Summers. With the attitude of an undisciplined sixteen-year-old, and the body of something sculpted from a male's imagination. I watched her walk away; her hips swaying down the sidewalk as she bluntly disobeyed what I told her. My fingers curled into fists, and I fought the urge to stalk after her. Seeing her with Axel Davers set every nerve in my body on fire. I had made up my mind to let her go, ignore that I found my mate, and return to my life. Then I glanced out my window, scotch in one hand, while the other rubbed my temple in frustration, to see her fraternizing with the enemy—Axel Davers. The Lycan King. The bane of my existence. He mimicked my every move in business. When I opened the club
I blinked my eyes several times, trying to determine if I'd walked into some kinky hot dream or really opened my door to Mr. Luther Reed of the Alpha Inc. The impeccable hunky grump that looked impossibly perfect for eight something in the morning. Once I gathered my thoughts, I crossed my arms over my chest. "What are you doing here? How do you know where I live—you stalker—and again, why are you here?" His gaze lingered on my clothes—or lack thereof. I'd been snoozing when he so rudely pounded on the door to wake me. Couldn't he have got my number from my application and called me like a normal pushy boss? Or got the hint that I didn't want to work with him? Either or would have sufficed. Luther licked his thick lips and dragged his eyes away from my legs to my gaze. "You're late for work, Ms. Summers. Get dressed. We're leaving." A bubble of laughter slipped from deep in my chest. I was sure Mr. Luther Reed was used to getting what he wanted—especially if he wore that stupid dr
She's driving me crazy. The sad part was that she didn't even realize that her presence had my wolf begging and pleading like a pup. When she called me out in my office, I wanted to pull her close and kiss her senseless, until her legs turned to rubber. Even the look Mr. Brown gave her—a polite smile—sent my nerves up my stiffened spine. My heel tapped against the carpeted floor of the conference room, while my fingertips drummed along the table to the same rhythm. "In all," he said. "We're very happy with the progress that Alpha Inc. has given us at Brown's Rentals, and we would like to extend your services to our partner company Brown's Towing, LLC." "We'd be happy to take on Brown's Towing, Mr. Brown. Let's schedule a time for our normal consolation and get things set up," I said, almost robotically. Brown was a huge client, but one of many for Alpha Inc. He smiled underneath his bushy handlebar mustache. "I'll call the front desk and schedule myself in then, Mr. Reed. As alway
"That's your boss, Blaire?" Alicia, my best friend, asked from my bed. She stared at my phone, while resting on her belly with her feet in the air. "This is one drop-dead luscious male, Blaire Summers. I'm totally jelly right now." I turned around to face her, leaning back against my vanity table and folding my arms over my chest. The midnight black dress I wore hit my knees, but flattered my shape, and showcased my shapely legs. The nightclub we planned to go to was upscale, but I'd been there so many times they knew me by name. Alicia wasn't as brazen as I was with men—or flirty—but she loved to go dance and let loose after a long week working at the district attorney's office. "I know, Alicia, but he is one stick in the mud, and you know those types drive me up the wall." Alicia swung her legs from my bed and handed my phone back to me. "Yeah, but I'd let him do a lot of things to me against a wall, Blaire. Tell me he's single?" I nodded. "He's single—so he says—which makes sen
My wolf's chuckle vibrated deep inside of me, pushing me further onto the line that separated my irrational and rational thoughts. This was my club—I was the owner—and cornering a woman in the privacy of the women's bathroom wasn't rational. No—and neither was the thoughts my wolf forced fed my mind at the moment. That smug look on her face, the shape of that dress, and the ungodly way her dancing with another man made me feel, all crashed down on me at once, snapping my ability to stop myself. Now I was in trouble. I'd locked the bathroom door, barricading myself in a small space with the woman I'm destined to spend my life with. Even if I didn't want her—I wanted her. "Blaire. Blaire. Blaire. You're going to be a problem aren't you?" The pulse in Blaire's neck throbbed to a quick beat, showcasing her nerves when they didn't show on her face. "I don't see a problem," she said nonchalantly. "If you ignore the fact that you're in the girl's bathroom that is." I stood a foot in fr
I slid into the booth at the bakery across the street and sipped my iced coffee. It'd been a long week with Luther, and his agonizing stare. For someone that thought our kiss was a mistake, he sure got riled up over nothing. His temper tiptoed on the border of obsessive, in fact, his entire personality screamed possessive and … alpha. I knew he was in charge, and probably didn't enjoy my smart mouth or my sarcasm, but he did care about what I did and I wasn't entirely sure why? It went beyond my position as his assistant. He wanted to control me, and my life, and it screamed, controlling older boyfriend, but … I felt it was for a different reason, I just didn't know why yet. I sucked to the bottom of my coffee, and peeled the paper off my cupcake, taking a big unladylike bite of it. After our kiss, that was a completely different story in itself, because I'd never been kissed like that before. Every fiber in my body yearned for him after he stormed out of the bathroom as if my body
Blaire slipped into a short summer dress that made my wolf go crazy, as if we hadn't been in the shower until the water turned cold. No, I said to him. We have to save my brother. He's your brother not mine, he said. Bastard. Blaire untucked her hair from the back of her dress, and glanced over at me. "Look, I know you're pissed, but I didn't know he would be there." Sliding my fingers into my wet hair, I sighed. The truth was I secretly felt proud that Blaire had stood up to Zane. Even though it was one more problem to add to my list. "Blaire," I said, stepping in front of her, bracing my palms against her shoulders. "It's over with. There is nothing we can do now. Zane is known for his drastic measures to prove a point. I don’t believe for one second that he won't show up here. He will. But you'll be with me. I'm going to have you miles away from the kingdom, but close enough to me that I won't worry. Some of the wolves will stay behind to protect you while we get Marcus a
It felt surreal sitting across from the woman that I thought was my mother. She looked older in the face, but everything else seemed as if I'd been tossed back into time. As if I'd never been taken back to the apartment building, or put into foster care.Aunt Caterina looked happy to be away from the lycan kingdom, but ultimately fear rested in her eyes, which scared me. We'd just beaten the dragon king, and now we're facing off with a lycan king that we knew nothing about."You look tired," I said, standing up after we'd finished our Chinese food. She'd nearly eaten her entire takeout plate and the sight of her so hungry made my stomach twist. "I don't know if the cable is still turned on but—,""It is," Luther said from his spot across the room. He'd finished eating way before us, his elbows rested against his knees, his hands interlaced in front of him.I smiled to myself. I didn't know why Luther kept my apartment for me, maybe out of pity, or in case I ever got pissed and wanted
"Could you be any louder?" I asked over my shoulder to Axel. He crunched on every leaf in the woods surrounding the lycan kingdom. "Am I not being stealthy enough for you, Luther?" he asked in a sarcastic voice. "I'm so very sorry. I'm only sticking my neck out for you … again. Excuse me—," "You both shut up," Marcus hissed, crouching down suddenly. The lights of the kingdom were near, and I wasn't sure sending Axel up to the door was a good idea or not. We used a small storage shed on the outskirts of the property as coverage. "There are lycans guarding the front door." Marcus looked over. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Luther?" "No," I said honestly. "But they will be more willing to help another lycan than some wolves." Axel nodded. "I've got this taken care of. I'm personable, and everyone loves me." Marcus rolled his eyes, while I fought the same urge to strangle him. "Okay." Axel stood up and walked out into the clearing of the driveway leading up to the gate. The tw
Jessica slurped a noodle into her mouth and grinned at me from across the table. It was a nice contrast from the utter silence we'd had for the past hour.The tension was so thick I could taste it.Luther tapped the tip of his index finger against the table, his knee bouncing against mine. "So, this steak is to die for," I said, taking a long bite, and eyeing Barbie down the way.She winked at me. "Thank you, Blaire."Another five minutes of silence occurred, and I sighed. "How about that weather?"Luther cursed beneath his breath. "Stop it, please," he begged. "Can we talk about what Marcus and Axel planned out for the lycan kingdom?"Marcus leaned forward, and pushed his plate away. "We mapped it out, and Axel knows a way inside without signaling any guards. We're ready now."They were leaving soon. I understood the urgency in Marcus' voice, and the plea on his face. He needed closure or answers, whichever would come from their trip.But my stomach ached at the thought of being away
I left Blaire at the kitchen island eating, while I stepped outside onto the porch. I'd sensed Marcus arrive moments before, and by the worried look on his face, I figured he found something I needed to hear about.He ran his fingers into his blonde hair, and I watched the scar across his face move with his facial expressions. He looked tired, considering he'd been worried about finding her mate, and getting into the lycan kingdom."What is it?" I finally asked, leaning against the railing of the porch.Marcus stood in the yard, feet away from me. "Hex called me because you haven't answered your phone."I reached in my pocket, and realized I didn't have it. "I must have dropped it somewhere. I haven't seen it since before the fight. Did he say what he needed?"He shrugged. "Not really. He said he needs you to call him back. It's important."I glanced over my shoulder and into the house through the screen door. Blaire was swinging her feet on the barstool, eating though I knew she was
My mouth still hung opened when Luther collided with Alaric. The vibration of their bodies hitting each other shattered my eardrums.I pressed my face into the tops of my knees, and braced for impact as the tree shuttered beneath me. Everything that happened over the last few nights circled in my head like a tornado.This had become a complete cock-up. A complete and utter nightmare. Seeing Luther's face in Alaric's room made tears pool in my eyes. I thought Alaric would kill him, and make me watch.At least now, he was free—sort of.Besides the bloody battle unfolding in front of me, that is.Luther slid beneath Alaric as he jumped up, his wings lifting him feet above the ground, and Luther turned around and kicked him in the back of his left knee. Alaric roared, a stream of fire blasted from his mouth, lighting the tree next to me on fire.Where is Smoky the Bear when you need him?The hellhounds barking—more like roaring—neared, and I clung to the trunk of the tree to keep from fal
Break the bars and kill him, my wolf growled.There was nothing I wanted more than to bend the bars, slip between them, and slit Alaric's throat. The battle had been monstrous, but we took out half of their dragons before they gathered themselves to fight back.It was an ambush at its finest. Except I never fought Alaric. Apparently, when we were storming the castle, he was dream hoping to Blaire, and now she was tossed over his shoulder like a ragdoll.Her t-shirt was bunched around her waist, her panties showing from being plucked from our bed. My fingertips tightened around the bars, and I felt myself growing numb.My ears rang as Alaric began to speak, I had no idea what he said other than being executed. And then Blaire's hazel eyes brimmed with tears, and she tried to run to me.His hands on her made my wolf howl in pain. The very thought of him touching her made my skin crawl, and to see him do it, pierced my heart. "I love you," I said, for the first time out loud.It was unsp
Seeing Luther run into the distance broke my heart. Not knowing if he'd make it back in one piece, or at all, crushed every part of me that yearned for him.Every part that felt connected to him.I couldn’t stand in the window any longer, so I walked down the stairs to the family room where Jessica and Barbie sat on the couch. Selena stood by the front window, staring out the glass, her fingers twitching nervously against her side.Barbie looked up at me, and patted the seat next to her. "Come have a sit, Blaire. We're going to watch some movies and drink wine. It'll take our mind off things."Selene scoffed from the window, and turned around to look at Barbie. "Speak for yourself, Mother.""Don't. Start," she said back. "We're all worried about the boys. You're not the only one."Blaire brought her knees up to her chin, and wrapped her arms around them. "When is the last time the pack has fought?'"We fight off rogue wolves and lycans occasionally, but we haven't had a war in ages. I
I spent most of the night staring at Blaire as she tossed and turned in her sleep. No dreams came to her, but she seemed restless. I traced my fingertips down her back, leaving an openmouthed kiss against the end of her spine before getting up the next morning. The pack house was quiet due to the early morning, but I relaxed knowing I wouldn't be bothered for another hour or so. I jogged downstairs and started a cup of coffee, out of habit more than necessity. The early morning sun peeked over the distant trees, casting a pinkish glow over the backyard, but I couldn't enjoy it as I wanted. The torment swirling inside of me hammered hard against my head. I'd taken out my frustrations on Blaire the night before. My wolf took control, wanting to punish her for even considering going to the dragon. But I knew the truth. He was scared. Scared of what the dragon would say to sway her opinion. I leaned my palms against the sink while my coffee made and listened hard for the beat of her he