"Boss?" One of Charles's staff is bobbing outside his open office door, hovering like he isn't sure he's supposed to knock or not. Charles refrains from rolling his eyes."Yes, Mickle, what is it?" Charles is tense. He had to pull a couple of big strings to get the police to jump on chasing Nicole's car, and he's nervous about the outcome. So much for the war on drugs; if Charles hadn't offered a substantial bribe, the Chief of Police couldn't have cared less."We have news," Mickle says, still hovering. Charles perks up at that."Well, for god's sake, get in here and close the door, then," he snaps, sitting upright behind his desk and reaching for the decanter of whisky on the bar cart behind him. He pours himself a healthy glug and drinks half of it in one go, not bothering to offer any to Mickle.Mickle scuttles inside and shuts the door behind him."I just got a call from our officer inside," he says, sounding breathless. "It's over. It's done. Nicole is dead."Charles chokes on h
It's Monday, which means it's an Alpha Meeting day. Marcus sighs to himself. These meetings are important, and he'd never miss one, but he's not particularly looking forward to this one.It's the first Alpha Meeting after Daisy's wedding, which makes Marcus the only unmarried Alpha child. It weakens his position – an Alpha must be part of a mated pair bond, someone who can offer the strong promise of heirs.Daisy is already pregnant, which strengthens her position quite a lot when paired with Charles's substantial role within the pack. Joel has been married for three years already, with one small son.Marcus is the youngest, and he's the only one without even the hint of a mate on the horizon. In fact, he has a reputation as a bit of a playboy, which works against him. He's put off sorting out that side of his life for far too long, and he knows it.He knows that his family thinks he's cavalier about it, that he's neglecting that side of his responsibilities, but nothing could be furt
Daisy, Joel, and Charles can barely contain their excitement, Marcus notes with distaste. It's tactless, the way their eyes gleam and they practically bounce in their seats.Yes, this is a moment that all three Alpha children have been anticipating for some time, but it's hardly graceful to be so obvious in their eagerness. Father retiring means that he no longer feels that he can keep up with the duties of his role.Marcus is firm on how he feels about this: he wants to be Alpha as much as either of his siblings, but he cares deeply for his father as well. Family politics can be messy, but at its core, an Alpha's family is supposed to be a pack all in itself. They're meant to lead by example.A werewolf pack functions best when its members are loyal to one another, genuinely care for one another, and have each other's backs. There will always be some competition, of course; that's only natural. But at its center, a pack is meant to be a family.Strong, unbroken family bonds are the t
I stare around me at the villa that Kent has brought me to under the cover of night. It's beautiful: an airy, spacious house nestled in the countryside outside the city. The furnishings are modern, clean, and bright, and the large windows will surely light up the entire place during the day.It's gorgeous, and I don't want any of it.Kent takes me on the tour anyway, leading me through the expansive kitchen and dining room toward the staircase that leads to the upstairs bedrooms.There are four bedrooms, the largest of which has been turned into a sort of detective office. Photos of Charles and his associates, the Alpha family, and various copies of documents are pinned to all the walls."Sorry to take over the master bedroom," Kent says. "But we need all the space we can get if we're going to bring these assholes down. The other bedrooms are just as nice, I promise.""It's fine," I say dismissively. "I don't need a fancy bedroom. I'm going to sleep in that little servant's room.""Wh
Marcus paces around the meeting room behind the library, feeling uneasy. There is still no word of Nicole, despite his staff's best searching. Everything they investigate turns up only the news that Nicole is dead, plain and simple. She isn't, Marcus can almost swear to it. He doesn't know how he knows – despite their other supernatural gifts, werewolves aren't psychic – but he just knows. Or, more accurately, his wolf knows. Marcus still isn't sure what to make of that.
"Are you ready?" Kent asks me. He's sitting at the kitchen table in my villa, drinking a cup of coffee from the fancy espresso machine on the countertop and scrolling through his phone. He hasn't even looked up, and I clear my throat impatiently. "What?" he asks, finally raising his head. "You look great. I told you that you would – you don't need me to approve your outfits." "Well, excuse me for being a little nervous on my first day a
Nine o'clock in the morning was nothing compared to the early shifts I had when I was an intern at the hospital, and I've always been an early bird, so I'm feeling bright and cheerful when I pull up in front of the Alpha's mansion the next morning. It's a truly beautiful building, I can't deny that. A little ridiculous for one family, but then again, I guess a lot of the staff do live and work here, too. It's a three-story brick home with a circular drive, a marble statue of a wolf standing in the middle of a fountain out front.
A week later, I'm woken up in the middle of the night by someone roughly shaking my shoulder. "Nicole, get up," Kent says frantically, shaking me relentlessly. "Hurry. It's Ty." I snap to attention immediately, throwing off my covers and scrambling for my robe, years of medical training having honed me to be instantly alert under these circumstances.  
"Marcus!" I shout, tripping over the last step at the bottom of the staircase. "Ouch! Damn it, we need to get that fixed. Marcus, where are you?""I'm in here, carina," Marcus calls back. He comes out of the kitchen with a raised eyebrow. "Just making your coffee. I think I've almost got this machine figured out, I swear."I burst out laughing. "It's been five years, honey. I think if you were going to get along with that machine, it would've happened by now."
"I'm so glad you chose a December wedding, darling girl," Jeanette says to me, looking a bit misty-eyed. She steps back from the mirror we're both looking in after adjusting my veil and clasps her hands in front of her."Me, too," I breathe, lifting a hand to touch my face. Jeanette slaps it away, playfully."What are you doing?" she exclaims. "You're going to ruin all of Maya's hard work. You look stunning, my dearest. Don't smudge your foundation, I beg of you. Are you nervous? A mimos
The biggest problem with waitressing is that Becki really freaking hates it, okay?It's miserable. People are so rude to you, all the time, and your arms ache after each shift from carrying around everybody's hot plates and their stupid trays of cocktails and wine and soda and god knows what else.And nobody is ever happy, either. They ordered a Cabernet Sauvignon, but all your restaurant sells is Merlot. Well. You'd think the entire sky was falling down, the way some people car
The dinner is sumptuous, one of the most elegant dinners I've ever had, even by Alpha-family standards. It's an old-school seven course dinner, with hors d'oeuvres circulating on silver trays along with trays of champagne while the servers set up for dinner.Then comes the soup, which is a crab bisque that I could eat all night long, even if there were no other courses. I make a mental note to tell Marcus that I definitely want it served at our wedding.Next are the appetizers - a sort o
A few weeks later, I'm at the villa, poring over paint samples. Jeanette has been very generous in helping me with ideas for a massive makeover for the villa, and I'm excited to make the place really my own.Well, mine and Marcus's, of course. He comes home in the evenings from his business duties at the hotel to have a glass of wine with me and talk over options. We've discussed decorators, but for now, I think I'd like to handle most of the decisions myself."You surely don't expect to
The next morning, Marcus and I are having coffee in the villa kitchen when my phone rings again. I tense up and check the caller ID to make sure it's not my father again, and I heave a sigh of relief when I see that it's Jack Darlington."Hey, Jack," I say when I answer the phone. Marcus raises his eyebrows at me in question, and I shrug. "What's up?""What's up is that I have some fantastic news for you," Jack says at the other end of the line. There's a rush of traffic and voices in th
A week later, I'm starting to feel like I've really settled into my new life full of possibility and hope. Things are so much easier now, and not just because I don't have to hide who I am anymore.As soon as Charles was taken away by police and chucked into jail where he belongs, awaiting his trial in the human court system, it was like a black cloud of despair and tension finally lifted from over my head.It's time for me to move on, into my new life, with my new family and friends.
"Do I look all right?" I ask Marcus in our bedroom at the villa. I'm staring at myself in the mirror, smoothing my navy blue dress over my hips. "I've never been to a Werewolf Council before; I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to wear.""You look fantastic," Marcus says, coming up behind me to tug my zipper all the way to the top of my dress. "Very professional. A real Alpha's Heir wife.""Fiancee," I say with a smile. I tuck a curl - now back to its original brown - behind my ear. M
"It's terribly convenient for you, Marcus, that your paramour owns an entire villa for you to move into at the drop of a hat," Liam grumbles the next day as he helps us wheel our suitcases to the elevators. "Some of us are going to be in this bloody hotel for the next decade, if the fire department has anything to say about it.""It's not the fire department's fault that Nicole's ex-boyfriend is a psychotic arsonist," Marcus responds, shooting me a wicked little grin. I whack his arm playfully.