Cal found he needed to meet with the entire pack. It made the problems with these changes in their very existence more difficult because they played a game of broken telephone each time someone passed the information along; they changed or left something out of the explanation. For over an hour, he answered questions. They would continue with their businesses right now. The connection between certain businesses that were less legal than others must stay separated from the legal enterprises. Because of the extra eyes watching them from the human population. They must keep any disappearances of humans or others to a bare minimum. The humans would be curious about them for a long time to come. They didn’t want any stumbling upon the evidence of past crimes or current one. As for the shifter only businesses, he would review each one after they assessed the business to see if they could expand to servicing or providing products to interested humans. They had to clean
Cal disliked needing to change his operations so much, but the Ruling Council made things quite clear. No matter what, he must change to protect his pack from the human laws before they pertained to them. They may not need them as a representation of the humans of a healthy relationship. The Ruling Council didn’t allow him to say no. He understood their subtle threats. You’ll do this or we’ll replace you. When an Alpha is replaced, he’s never left alive. They liked the idea of using Tara’s trauma and how he saved her from a dangerous situation. It wasn’t a lie per se, but it wasn’t the truth either. Tara would have to relive her trauma far too soon. She wasn’t ready to face the realities connected with most of it. He knew this because she always deferred to everyone else. He knew she had opinions and thoughts of her own. From what little she’d said to him, he suspected she believed she wasn’t worthy of expressing her thoughts, and no one wanted to hear them. Cal
Tara struggled with memorizing the lies. Because that’s what they were. Lies to appease the humans sensibilities. It wasn’t anything really that a shifter wasn’t taught to do with humans when cornered by a probing question that hit too close to a truth they weren’t supposed to know. Even so, this was her life, and it was out there for everyone to see if she read this right. It didn’t help that her mind kept going off track to wrestle with the problem of how she was supposed to confront the alpha about his withholding the information that Eddie was within the pack. She didn’t want to get Eddie in trouble or herself. If the alpha became angry, what would he do? She couldn’t answer that, and Tara wasn’t stupid. She wouldn’t ask around. Everyone here was too loyal to him. When Cal interrupted her thoughts, it took her a moment or two to figure out what he was saying exactly. Go for a run? Now? Why? What made him think she needed a run?That meant she ne
Tara gasped as her need went up a notch higher, her body begging and demanding she take what he wanted.With her heart and breathing picking up their pace with her anticipation, she did as instructed. His hands went to his pants as he stepped up behind her. She could feel the heat of his body as his belt and pants hit the floor. He yanked her pants and panties down in one go.Tara arched, offering him her eager pussy. He didn’t hesitate; he left a couple of stinging slaps on the fleshy part of her bum, and it sent a fresh wave of desire to her core. Cal could see the glistening evidence of her need for him appear, begging for him to slack his desire in her.He wanted her beyond reason, not just wanting. Cal’s hands parted her lips and caressed her ready flesh. He touched teasingly on her needy nub to hear her cries of response. “Oh, baby girl, that’s it. Feel the need.” As he said this, he thrust three fingers into her entrance and manipulated her by thrusting and stroking inside her.
“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.” “Oh, for crying out loud. The Alpha wants you to wear them and you’ll wear them. I doubt with you wearing this outfit, he’ll let you leave his side at all tonight. He’ll make sure you don’t fall and that’s I’m sure of.” Rachel could see this would be an uphill battle with Tara. You could clean her up and she’d look beautiful in that waif-like way she had. But her nerves were getting the better of her. Tara now knew where they were going. What they were doing and who would be there? It was the who and what that made her a ball of anxiety. This was an event for the most power shifters
Cal entered the bedroom to grab a shower and get ready for the fundraiser. He’d been dealing with pack and club business, trying to stave off the humans from looking too closely at his businesses and pack. They controlled quite a bit of the black market. From art and antiques to equipment, that fell off the back of a truck in a dark alley. They didn’t deal with street walkers, petty thieves, or drug dealers. It really was small potatoes. The reason he dealt in what he did was it made it possible previously to move supernatural concerns. He had a feeling, though, that his business would slow when blood buying became legal for vampires. Certain medicines, supplies, and equipment of medical concerns as well would change. He’d need to find new revenue quickly so his pack would survive, and he’d keep his place within the city’s shifter community. He’d entered when Tara’s dress caught his notice, which led to Tara catching his full attention. She was alone in the room no
Cal disliked leaving his bike at home tonight. He needed to show his wealth and status tonight. Tara couldn’t ride in that dress either. So, he had a driver pick them up, and he was glad he’d satisfied Tara and she’d chosen to change her panties. If her lush scent was this strong while satisfied, he’d be fighting off or killing every unmated male wolf tonight if he hadn’t. It didn’t matter whether those unmated males were allies or enemies. In his estimation, she was his and would remain so. When they finally got through the line of vehicles, an attendant opened the back door and Cal stepped out dressed in his black formal clothes. He wore his insignia of his pack, a crimson full moon embroidered on the handkerchief corner folded neatly into his pocket. Tara’s lay a little more discreetly in the neckline of her dress, after all. She was his mate and Luna. The difference at this fundraiser for Cal was the heavy media. Normally, he’d avoid events like this, opting to ca
Tara watched Cal’s face. He didn’t like what she said and reminded her again, that she was something she wasn’t. How could she be the Luna of the Crimson Nights Pack? She knew nothing about being a Luna. Everything she’d seen within that office was so far out of her understanding. She sucked at reading. How was she supposed to understand budgeting and invoicing? She wasn’t given a chance to accept or deny this. “How do I stand in front of anyone and state that? I can’t, I never asked for it or being your mate. That was your decision.” “You are, and you will. It’s as simple as that. Anyone calls the facts into question will have to deal with me. It’s that uncomplicated. Anything else is just an excuse born from your fears of inadequacy caused by scum and excuses for authority. I see you, not some beaten down failure, who never stood a chance at succeeding. You have the chance now and it’s scaring the crap out of you. However, I am your Alpha and mate. That me