Cal woke up around mid-day which wasn’t unusual, nor was his phone ringing on the nightstand beside him. What was unusual was the warm body beside him. This was the second time he’d fallen asleep with Tara beside him. Which did good things for his mood. What killed his mood was the call from Jaxon. There were developments, and they needed Cal in the club’s office to deal with it. The issues were piling up, and Jaxon needed him. “Hey, it’s time to get up. I need to get into the club’s office. You’re coming with me.” Tara moaned as she tried to resist him and continue sleeping. “Nope, you’re getting up. It’s bad enough that we missed training this morning. That will be corrected tomorrow. Come on, there’s no rest for the wicked.” “I’m not wicked.” Tara’s muffled voice came from deep within the pillow she had her face buried in. “You’re getting up and that’s that.” Cal left the bed and took the covers with him. More because he wanted
Cal led them to his club office to find Jaxon and Rachel pacing within. The club was busy with the cleaning crew. That was a necessary job in this line of work and it took a lot of hands and time. “Alright, what couldn’t wait a couple of hours before I got down here?” “Well, right now we have a human detective wanting to have a meeting with you about issues in the neighbourhood. Before you ask, he won’t tell me anything when I asked. He’ll only speak to you. Then we have a surprise meeting of the council and they expressed the need that everyone make an appearance.” “Alright, great. Now where’s the urgent issue that has you dragging me from my bed early?” “I’ve not got that far yet. We have a team of NARC enforcers sitting in the neutral zone demanding that they get permission to enter our territory and meet with you about several issues. Or and this is a quote, don’t shoot the messenger. They come in and clean up without your permission.”
Their meeting went on and Tara was now firmly entrenched in her belief that her silence equalled her survival. Cal wasn’t as sure about, the things happening around him. He wasn’t questioning his decisions, but he was questioning the information his people were receiving. He got back to the NARC enforcers on his border. He’d meet with them before Tara’s appointments. Whatever had them knocking on his door without a word of warning from their superiors had Cal concerned. In today’s climate, he needed to know as much as he could. Since biting Tara, Cal found he was feeling something off. It was like he could feel her emotions, and they weren’t what Cal expected them to be. They weren’t as simple as he’d expected. As soon as he thought he grasped her mood, it shifted, or he’d misread her mood. He was struggling with this concept of feeling her emotions. It wasn’t something he’d ever heard of happening. Which led him to question if he was imagining the e
They set the front bar room up to receive the NARC enforcer team. They’d be here within the next ten to fifteen minutes. Cal was on his fourth cup of coffee today and he knew he needed to change to something else to drink, but his mood wouldn’t let him. Jaxon came over to him with his cellphone in hand. “It’s the human detective. Do you want me to transfer the call to your phone?” “Yes, go ahead. Send it through. I’ll take it in the back room.” Cal got up from his seat. “Tara, you’re to stay here. This should take long. If the NARC Enforcers enter, I want you to make sure they sit down and have drinks if they want them. Act like a gracious host. Can you do that?” “Yes, sir.” “Good girl.” He left a lingering kiss on top of her head before he left to take the call. Once he was sitting on a box of supplies in the back room, Jaxon forwarded the call. “Calvin Nichols.” That was his greeting to the human detective. “Good afterno
He needed to make sure everything added up. With the NARC Enforcers in his territory, he had to ensure everything was covered. Every line of investigation, every suspect, and every detail, no matter how absurd it was. Cal sat in a chair with Tara seated on a stool within reach of him. Touching her helped him calm down and think straight. When the invading visitors entered the darkened space. They were on edge in an unfamiliar location. Cal and his people were relaxed and had the home ground advantage. “Good afternoon. Please have a seat and we’ll get down to business. I’m sure you are very busy.” Cal directed the three shifters to the unoccupied seats on the other side of a large table. Cal had several of his enforcers spread out behind him and on each side. “Thank you, Alpha Nichols, for your prompt response and interest in this situation. My name is Al Barnes and I currently head a team who is tracking several issues. One of those issues is the issues
Tara was frozen for most of the meeting. Was he going to give her up to them? She’d almost convinced herself that he’d told her one thing and then tell them another. Tara assumed he’d hand her over to them and claim he’d had hopes she’d be a breeder. But he didn’t, though he changed the story he told them. In the end, they took some rogues with them but left her there. No questions asked. The enforcers didn’t question the collar, chains, or any of it. Not once had they asked her if she was there against her will. His hand never left her hair or neck. All he had to do was squeeze, and she’d be silence permanently. But instead he’d made it clear, he wouldn’t let her go. What parallel world had she fallen into? This wasn’t the world she knew. Ever since Eddie ran away from her, the world felt off kilter. Like it was a twisted version of home. The thing is, other than losing her freedom and an attempt on her life, that almost worked. The alpha had treated h
Tara returned from changing into the first outfit. She wasn’t used to dresses and definitely the heels she was given. Her life was second hand jeans and t-shirts. Tara could walk in the heels, she just wasn’t used to wearing them for so long. Or having so much bare skin between the mini dress and the shoes. “No, too short. This isn’t for the club here. It’s supposed to be for when I take her out for a day event. I don’t want her being seen as a hooker. All skirts must be above the knee or longer.” “But she’s so short this makes her look like she’s got longer legs and therefore taller.” “I said no. Am I not being clear? I’m the client and alpha here. I know what I am saying. I won’t have her showing off herself at inappropriate times and causing trouble. You can’t be trying to start wars, are you?” “Start wars?” The tailor looked confused for a moment and then she clued in on what the alpha was talking about. “Oh! Oh, no, of course not. I’ll ma
Tara’s brother has arrived, and they have him tucked away. Cal didn’t want Tara to know he was here right away. He wanted to know exactly what was going on from the brother. He hated the narrow viewpoint he had right now, and he was determined not to go this way. Her brother was in the thick of it. He’d get what he could from him and take that to the Council of Alphas meeting tomorrow. He had a day to get information from the brother. He had to remember this was his mate’s brother and now, technically, his family. But the brother doesn’t know this, and Cal wouldn’t be telling him until he gave Cal the information he needed. When he got to the interrogation room, he watched the pup from a one-way viewing window. He was in an awful state. Of course he was. His pack had abandoned him and now was trying to kill him. He had nowhere to go, and hiding must have been difficult for him. Now everything hinged on how far was he corrupted and how redeemable he was. Cal did