Murdered? I was caught off-guard, but it started to add up. The lack of photographs could be explained by such a traumatic event. "I'm so sorry for your loss," I began, unsure how else to console him."I appreciate that, but it's okay." I could tell by his face that it wasn't. I thought maybe I should change the subject, but he continued before I could interrupt. "It was many years ago, but I've never truly gotten over it."Which seemed weird because, from his exterior, you'd think he was some carefree billionaire who raced sports cars and had personal shoppers. He maintained a good mask."I can't even imagine," I sighed, heartbroken for him. I shifted my position on the loveseat towards him, both of our legs now under the cashmere blanket."They say one won't live much longer than their mate, but here I am, many years later." His tone was slightly regretful.I paused. "So you've already met your fated mate, then?" It wasn't a question as much as it was a
**Efrain"I can't believe we're paying this much for some b*tch," I grumbled as my father and I stood in the abandoned parking ramp in front of a sleek, black BMW. Six bodyguards were fanned out around them, looking rather out of place wearing suits and sunglasses on a hot Miami night."Shut up," my thrice-cursed father said. "She's not 'some b*tch. She's Mateo Castilas's daughter. That alone makes her worth every penny."I huffed in frustration. "So you want me to mate with her, then?"Agustin stroked his chin. "Maybe. Maybe we don't need that Catalina Zuleta, anyway. It'd be much more advantageous to have an alliance with Mateo than with Rodri Zuleta. But we can't forget the fact that she's your Moon Goddess given mate."I rolled my eyes. "You know I don't believe in that crap.""Crap or not, facts are facts." My father checked his watch again and frowned. "Half an hour late. This is coming out of his payment.""Whatever," I sighed.The drunken a** frowned at me, then
**ArenaMateo fell asleep with his c*ck inside me. I let his heavy weight press on me like a warm blanket. After all, before long, I wouldn't have him. I'd have to treasure moments like this.He'd been an animal, waking me up several times during the evening and night. I knew I was sore and achy all over, but the slight sting just reminded me of him. I prayed it never went away.I combed my fingers through his hair while he slept, breathing in his scent as the sun climbed above the horizon.Mateo started nuzzling me, and I knew he was waking up. I smiled, and it made my eyes sting."Hey, baby," Mateo murmured, rocking his hips slowly so he moved gently in my sore passage. He kissed along my jaw lazily, skimming his hands along my sides. "You should have woken me up. I probably crushed you all night.""It was just an hour or three," I said, seeking his lips with mine. "I wanted to stay close with you.""Well, you certainly did that," Mateo chuckled. I felt the vibration to
**MateoMy men had ascertained days ago that Agustin Rodriguez did not have my Lucia, as he'd claimed on the phone. Apparently, he'd wanted Arena—no, Catalina—back and had come up with the cruel ruse. I was prepared to rip his drunken head off, but if Catalina was Efrain's true mate, well, that did put a crimp in things.Though, I suppose I should have been thanking the bastard. Because of his slurred threats, I at least found out that Lucia had indeed been found. That, and El Lobo was finally dead. I didn't believe in coincidences.The slimy rat had my Lucia in his custody all these years. All these years, he was laughing his ass off as I came again and again to find my daughter.If he weren't already dead, I'd have killed him.This, of course, left a new problem: Marco del Rio.True, back in the day, I'd slaughtered his parents. But that was only because they'd conspired to kill my wife. If I hadn't needed his connections so desperately to find Lucia, Oscar "el Lobo" woul
**MarcoI'd given Lucia a cell in the basement, somewhere my little Serena had never been and would never be. My staff took care of her, which was a good thing because Lucia refused to take care of herself. Bathing, changing clothes, even force-feeding her had all become necessary.I stood in front of her cell door, looking at the huddled shape. A maid had dyed her hair back to dark brown, but there was no getting the skeletal girl to put on any weight. If anything, she was still losing it, despite the staff's and the doctor's best efforts."You really planning to die on me?" I asked through the small, grated window. This place had been designed by my grandfather who favored the old dungeon style. I, myself, would have preferred a more Hannibal Lecter approach–with modern glass. But it wasn't like I had the money or the desire to renovate.Lucia shrugged her emaciated shoulders. "Why not? What's the upside of staying alive?""Oh… I don't know… living," I said."To live here
**MateoIt was the dark of the night, and the men and I were all assembled at the outskirts of Marco's territory. He didn't have a lot of it, so surrounding the area closest to the mansion was easy.Too easy."Watch your back," Armando said as though reading my mind.Truer words were never spoken. As we approached the mansion slowly under cover of darkness, we could all see that there were no guards. Not one."They're behind us," I murmured to Armando, who nodded."They've used something to mask their scent," Armando added."Damn." I stood very still and listened. Sure enough, there was a faint rustling behind our circle."I don't suppose we have any idea on numbers?" I asked casually. There was really nothing we could do about it now. We'd expected a trap, anyway. This was a mere inconvenience. I was just rather hoping…Armando turned slightly, listened a bit, then sighed. "I think he's pulled them as young as they can shift."I'd hoped Armando would allay my suspi
**MateoAside from that one "Dad" and the slap across the face, Lucia had not communicated with me at all. For days. The moment we arrived back at our mansion, Lucia had gone to her room and refused to come out."Lucia," I said outside her door for what must have been the hundredth time, "please come out so we can talk about what's bothering you."Silence."Did he hurt you?" I asked, my gut clenching. It hadn't really unclenched since I'd seen the condition her body was in. I had a doctor who was seeing to a healthy diet plan to bulk her back up, but that didn't mitigate what I'd seen.More silence.I sighed and put her tray down in front of the door. "I'm going to my office."I knew there was no point in waiting for her to come out. She was using her wolf senses to see if I actually left, so I wasn't tricking her.In my office, the desk was stacked high with requests. Now that Mateo Castillas was back from the dead, everyone and their brother was petitioning to join my
**MateoAt the end of the day, I'd had enough. I was neck deep in women who'd had it even worse than my daughter, some Armando even brought to the office himself because he was at a loss at what to do. Getting the shifters out, he'd also found humans in trouble. It wasn't as though we could leave them there."Get more doctors," I finally advised. "Some that specialize in human medicine.""Yes, Alpha," Armando said. He looked haggard compared to this morning. I didn't blame him. For all the awful cases he'd brought for me to see, I knew he'd seen many, many more."Then get them set up like the others. They will remain in our territory and enjoy the protection of our pack," I instructed him.Armando smiled tiredly. "You are a good man, Alpha.""Sometimes," I mumbled. I looked towards my daughter's door. "I try, at least."Armando went to make arrangements, and I went to confront my daughter."Let me in," I demanded as I stood outside her door."No," came Lucia's petulan