>Xavier had not seen me yet, he was busy in a conversation with a tall attractive woman wearing a tight pencil skirt. Her luscious blonde curls were bouncing as she walked in her stilettos. She had unhidden lust for the man walking beside her, focusing on the file in his hand as they walked towards her.“Thank you so much, Xavier. You have been a great help to me in getting my husband's inheritance. You're wonderful!” She placed a hand on his thick bicep as they stopped close enough for her to overhear them.Xavier turned to face the woman, surely he knew what was going through her head and those obvious flirty touches. He closed the file in his hand and handed it back to her, “Your husband tried to create complications, but his case was weak from the start. I didn’t have to do much.”“Oh, don’t be humble. The case had other members of the Council baffled. And then, you came and worked your magic. Everything got solved in less than a week.”She smiled suggestively, flippi
>My mind blanked at his words. I knew what I wanted but I hadn’t thought out how I would actually say it.He raised a curious eyebrow at my silence, making me kick myself inwardly and shake myself out of my stupor.“I wanted to give you, your coat back.” I brought up the bag with his coat, that I stopped on the way to get dry-cleaned, “I got it cleaned. Once again, thank you for lending it to me.” Did I see a frown on his gorgeous face? Was he disappointed at my words? The expression had shifted so quickly, it could just be a figment of my imagination.Maybe I wanted him to feel more.But his smirk was back instantly as he took the bag from me, “So, you just came to return my coat?” I nodded. Of course, I had more to say. I just needed to build up my courage and was waiting for him to invite me to his office to talk properly, instead of here near the reception. The receptionist had been giving me jealous eye since Xavier had walked toward me.“Well, Thanks.” He said a
>The meeting had been a success.It was expected.I never failed.Alpha Daniels ran a tough bargain. But I found a common ground to make everything work.Spike had howled at me throughout the meeting, despite the mental block I had to put up for him. It had only dimmed his voice in my head.He wanted to me drop everything and go to Zoe. He craved contact with her wolf, which was only possible to begin if we were close, as close as sex.I walked towards my car, exhausted, “Jacob, clear my schedule for the rest of the day. I am going to my loft. And make sure no one disturbs me.”“Yes, sir.” That’s what I like to hear.I got into my car and nodded at the driver to take me home.On the way, I scoured the social media for Zoe.I knew if I didn’t Spike won’t even let me sleep in peace. Plus, I was curious to know about whom the Moon Goddess had chosen for me.I found her socials. She did not have a loud online personality.I liked that about her for some reason.In most of
>I had walked back to my car numb and hopeless.I did not know where to go or what to do anymore. I did not want to go home and face Aunt Julie yet. I did not have the courage to face her with my failure.I hadn’t been to see my father since he was imprisoned in the pack house jail. I knew John would never allow me to meet him anyway.My brain only realized when I was parking my car that my body had taken me to my best friend’s home. I hadn’t seen Maisie since she told me about this whole debacle with my dad. She didn’t even know how awfully John had broken up with me and what an A-class douchebag he was.I had been so consumed with my pity party, that I had missed her even during John’s engagement. She wouldn’t been so worried.I knocked on her door, so exhausted, I didn’t even have the energy to cry anymore.She opened the door and immediately crushed me in a hug the moment she realized it was me.“Oh, Zoe! I am so so so so sorry, girl.” She kept saying in my ear. I hu
>Maisie had spent the whole day before the race to go shopping and get me a full parlor treatment because apparently, I had been neglecting myself of late.The Races started early in the morning so we had to wake up even earlier.I groaned as I felt Maisie pull the covers off of me and I rolled over.“Come on! It’s the big day! Let’s go save Uncle Simmons, girl!” She said, when I didn’t move she threatened, “Don’t make me use the tried and true method of water spray. I don’t want to dry my pillows.” Yes, I had stayed over at her place.Everything back home reminded me of John, his cheating and shameless ways, his frauds, and his stupid offers and deals. Maisie had informed Aunt Julie to not wait for me and I was grateful to still have some people in my life who still cared.“Okay, Okay! I’m up! No need for the big guns!” I groaned again but stayed up stretching anyway.Once we were both showered, she showed me what she had picked for me.It was an elegant white backless
>All I wanted was peace. All I wanted was to be away to clear my mind.Was that too much to ask?Apparently, yes, it was.Because, as I walked away from the crowd, I noticed riders getting ready for the races with their horses.Lo and behold, Xavier Shaw was there, supporting a mouthwatering rider’s outfit, in his Pack colors. His pack’s Blood Crescent sigil was sewn on his shoulder pads and the front of the jacket, with the number 004 sewn on the back in a large black number.I stopped in my tracks and almost stumbled at the sight. He had not noticed me, I think.He had a huge Black stallion by his side, whose saddle was getting checked by another professional.Xavier’s hair was a mess, even before riding, giving him a bad-boy persona as he wore and tightened his gloves.My dirty creative mind immediately drew a scene with him wearing those gloves for me and tightening something around my wrists instead of his.I shook my head as he was about to turn and I turned my bac
>I won, but at what cost?The moment I had picked her scent Spike had been going insane in my head. For once, I had expected to be free on my horse but no, she had to follow me here too. Was she really following me? Or was I wanting her to?I wanted to focus on the race. I had never lost one. But I felt surprisingly jumpy this time. My second chance mate was in the audience.Spike howled. He wanted us to win, not for the pride of it, but for her. He wanted to put on a show. I had to take special care to keep him in check.And still, I lost control. The moment I saw her watching me from the stands, Spike took over. He did the unthinkable. Blowing her a kiss in front of so many packs. It was a momentary lapse of control that I did not know how to fix. I was unsure if I wanted to.My heart was stuck on Claire. But, my head and Spike, knew Zoe was the one for us. How was supposed to make a decision?I walked back to my magnificent horse after taking a work call from my se
>I was rethinking my life choices.What had gotten me into this position?One moment, I was alone with my worries, and now, I was sitting on a horse in front of the one man who had started to haunt my not-so-innocent dreams.He brought his hands around me and held the horse’s reigns, even though it was tied.His face leaned closer to my back as I felt his hot breath send tingles down my spine, “First step, get on it.” He said in a slow voice.“Already here.” I replied, reciprocating the tone.“Good girl.” His words did something. It was an exciting something. I liked it.“Next, you get the feel of the saddle.” He placed a hand on my naked thigh as the short dress had moved scandalously up when I had spread my legs wide to sit on the horse. And that is why you don’t ride horses in dresses.He moved his hips behind me, allowing me to follow the pattern and begin moving my hips too.I heard him swallow behind me.Was riding a horse as easy as this? I was confused, why did pe
>It took an hour and a lot of emotional blackmail on behalf of Aunt Julie to convince Zoe to let Xavier go with her to Kansas City. And that too only on the condition that nothing would be expected of her and it was only a test for Xavier to see if he can keep to his word.After a lot of persuasion and tales of mates, second chances, belief in the Moon Goddess, and the fact that technically Xavier was the only one left in the world who was hers and on her side for good, Aunt Julie smiled and patted Zoe's back, "I'll go up and tell him that you need to talk. Be nice, okay?"Zoe didn't dare roll her eyes at Aunt Julie, she respected her way too much for that. But she did shake her head slightly knowing how Aunt Julie managed to convince her but she let her do it. If anyone had any right to Zoe, it was Aunt Julie after everything she had done for the Simmons family and how she had been so much more than just a distinct cousin of her Dad and their housekeeper. She was family a
>Zoe climbed up the stairs decisively while Xavier stayed in the garage trying to calm down and make peace with the fact that his forgiveness was going to take some time. He was hopeful that it would come eventually, just a bit late.He wanted to tell Zoe about Claire so she would stop worrying about him going back to her. But, Zoe already had so much on her plate, that she didn't need to be pulled into everything Claire was a part of. Xavier felt like it was pointless to make his worries hers when she hadn't even forgiven him yet.The more important thing was staying by her side. Which meant, he had to persuade her to let him come with her. The world was a much darker place than she knew and he wanted to protect her from it even though physically she didn't need protecting.Plus, he had no idea how idea what awaited them at those coordinates. Since it had been more than a decade since those numbers had been put down on that letter, there was a possibility that they would f
>"Zoe, I cannot relate to your pain or anything you are going through. So, I will not even try to say that I understand. I don't. And I know how many times I have let you down," He started the speech he had been working for hours as they drove to Silver Moon two days ago."Don't, please," Zoe tried to turn away. She wanted the apology. She had spent nights dreaming of the moment Xavier realized what a huge mistake he had made to let her go. But, that was not the moment for it. She was already an emotional mess."Let me, please. You need to hear this and I need to say this." He cautiously stepped closer and held her arms gently to ensure she didn't leave without hearing but could if she wanted to."Why? You didn't care about saying or being heard a few months ago." Zoe looked up at him bitterly, his touch igniting sensations stronger than she had ever felt because of her heightened senses."Believe me or not but I really thought that letting you go to have a new life was th
>"What are you so happy about?" I asked Aunt Julie whose excitement was confusing me.Instead of answering me straight away she sat me down on a couch with a nostalgic look and held my hands motherly before finally speaking."Did your Dad ever tell you that you have your mother's eyes?" She asked with a soft sad smile.She didn't wait for me to answer, probably because she knew the answer to her question. She resumed, "Of course not. He did his best to remove any mention of her from his life. That was his way of dealing with his grief."What about my grief? I wanted to ask but I chose to listen.She was right, no one was allowed to talk about Mom in our house. I was never allowed to ask any questions. Aunt Julie tried her best to fill that hole in my life but for a ten-year-old girl, no one could replace her mother. I barely had any memories of her either. The psychiatrist had told Dad that it was a form of PTSD. I don't remember what the trauma exactly was, but apparentl
>Zoe ran to her room and gathered the contents of the box. She got her old laptop and searched up the location. She rushed back down and went outside to the broken car.Xavier and Aunt Julie followed her as Zoe opened the backseat door."You can't go in that. I doubt it's even going to start." Xavier commented."It better. The coordinates are a two-day drive away." Zoe replied without looking at him. Then, she suddenly turned to him, "Key?" She brought her hand forward expectantly."Zoe," He started but she was getting impatient, "Key, now."He sighed, fetched the key from his pants pocket, and placed it on her open palm. She grabbed it and turned without a thank you. Aunt Julie tried to protest, "You can't let her go alone,""I'm not. Don't worry, " he said and waited for Zoe to try starting the car. He crossed his arms and waited as she turned the key in the ignition, but the car didn't start. Zoe stubbornly tried to keep trying instead of admitting that he was right. T
>"What are these?" Zoe put the envelope on the coffee table between herself and Xavier.Glad that she was finally talking to him, he leaned, his brows furrowed in confusion and concentration, "Letter to you?" He said."The number, what are those?" Zoe resisted the urge to roll her eyes or go over and kiss his confused expression. She knew he was trying not to upset her further. She didn't know why he suddenly cared but a small part of her was relieved that he hadn't mentioned his chosen mate yet or gone back to her. By the looks of it, he was only worried about Zoe. She didn't want to let him in her heart and get it broken again but she wasn't sure if he had left entirely the first time either."Looks like coordinates." He thought out loud."I knew it." Zoe snatched the envelope back, their fingers brushing for a moment and both tried to not show how the touch affected them."I can get the location checked. That is, if you want.." Xavier offered softly.Zoe didn't answer b
>"Weren't you informed not to call? The lines can be intercepted!" I whisper-yelled into the phone as soon as I was sure neither Aunt Julie nor Zoe could overhear."This one's fine, Sir. I made sure. And this is urgent." Jacob spoke in a hushed tone like he was afraid."Well?" I said expectantly, urging Jacob to resume."We were found. Some of our men work for your father and call him Alpha. I don't know how they found out." Jacob informed."Did they take Claire?" I asked expecting the worst."No. They tripped off an alarm I had planted around the area and I got a fifteen-minute headstart. I drugged Claire and took her before they could get us. They knew about the underground room." He told."Where are you now?""At the Shaw Safehouse. I cleaned up any evidence of the underground room being in use before we left. They won't know Claire was there." Jacob reassured me and then said, "But the bad news is, the cleanup team at Golden Eclipse didn't do as great of a job.""W
>The next morning, Zoe was up and out of the house just as the dawn broke through the sky.She had a restless night, the same nightmare burning her mind whenever she closed her eyes. She had waited for her wolf for so long. And then, she had taken even longer to accept that, unlike her fellows, she would never be able to transform into one because she was wolfless.Now, she had a beast. Granted it was not a regular wolf but an animal nonetheless and she wanted to transform. Her mind focused on her need to feel herself shift consciously just to be sure that it had actually happened. Also, this newfound focus helped distract her from the grief of her father.She called out to Dahlia and fell to her knees, trying to force her bones to move, for her skin to get covered with thin grey fur and for her canines to elongate and sharpen. Nothing happened.Dahlia did her best to aid her human but it proved futile as no matter how hard either of them tried, Zoe's body refused to trans
[WARNING: This chapter contains details of gore and death. Proceed with caution.]>That night Zoe slept in her old bed. Apparently, no one had known about their departure from Golden Ecplise or their arrival at the Silver Moon.Xavier chose to stay and Aunt Julie asked him to stay in Joe Simmons room but he refused knowing that when Zoe found out, she would be furious. She blamed Xavier for her father's death, and truthfully, so did he.Aunt Julie wanted to ask about Xavier about his pack but he had been so quiet that she decided otherwise.Zoe sat on her bed looking at the contents of the wooden box. She stared at the pictures. This time with more attention to detail than she had earlier in the day. She read the notes behind each. Some were normal comments about the picture while some were in the same language as the bundle of paper and needed to be decipered. It was just all too much information to be digested at once. The only good thing that came out of opening that