Hunter's povThis scent…The wrist I am holding is small and warm. An echo of remembrance lashes through me but it’s gone as fast as it comes. Wolfsbane works its way into my system and all I can think of is how I held Scarlett’s wrist like this once.How I squeezed it and dragged her by that wrist. She would scream and she would beg andThe wrist in my hold is yanked away in one swift move and when I open my eyes, the ones that meet mine peer at me with open defiance and fury.Roman’s assistant is breathing a bit heavily and though my brain sparks with pain from the mate bond backlash, I smile.No one can resist me for too long.Roman won’t ever give her what she wants. He’s been a prude ever since he was young, believing in being faithful, in waiting for his mate. A mate I banged the hell out of even while she was with him.“Wishing you a speedy recovery, Mr. Tyson.”My wolf whimpers in pleasure at the sound of her voice and for the first time in hours, a trickle of relief surges th
Quinn confirms something I've known for a while now. Hunter is an animal. I don’t think there’s a human side to him. I wanted to believe there was. That deep down something in him curls when he does these things. That something in him protests when he has an old lady shackled and whipped by his guards because she couldn’t give him the results he wanted. The marks were red and furious on her back when Quinn showed them to us and I could see flashes of pity on Danis’s face as he numbed the flesh there. She had been crouching because of them. We’ve promised to get her out, but she has to keep her end of the deal. She’s agreed and now…… now Danis is as silent as a graveyard as we ride back to Ironclaw Corp. My heart pounds softly in my chest and something static resides in my bones. I feel still. I need Roman. At the thought of him, our mate bond pulses softly and I chase that feeling. The feeling of his strong arms and his comfortable heat. The way he can be a rock I lean on and
“Miss Vivienne.” I pull the hem of the turtleneck higher on pure instinct and raise my eyes to meet whoever’s at my door. Cool green eyes meet mine and his name comes back immediately. Oliver. My last-minute personal assistant, who is smiling so wide and radiantly I can definitely see his face on the cover of a magazine. He has that face. “Is something in my hair?” He’s also young. Really young and that naivety that comes with youth still radiates off him. I avert my eyes. “No, nothing’s in your hair. You can come in.” He nods, walks in, and closes the door behind him. His shirt seems to be a few sizes smaller today, or he’s grown a few sizes bigger. It’s nothing major, it’s just that I can see more than I saw the last time. “The meeting went well.” I nod and try not to let him see how nervous I am. Roman has a meeting, or at least had a meeting about thirty minutes ago, and before he left he took some time to give me a number of bright red marks on the skin of my neck. The
Roman is heaving when I get to him.I can tell he’s trying to control himself in the way his chest rises and falls. The call with Hunter has been cut and now I'm at the door to Roman’s office, eyes locked with him because the mate bond has alerted him of my presence, and ….. oh. The lady who’s seated right before him turns to face me and cold surprise seeps into my bones, because she looks very similar to a certain person who caused my mate a lot of pain recently.“Did I do something wrong, Alpha Roman?”She turns to face me fully and I can see the resemblance hit me full on.She looks like Elara.An uncanny lot like her, but there are differences.I haven’t seen much of Roman’s former mate to know exactly what she looks like, but that moment he pushed a vision of her into my mind is still branded heavily into it.I step into the office, my eyes on Roman and I take the seat beside her. She looks from me to Roman and I let the mate bond open up more between the both of us. I pass my m
“Let’s talk here.”Diane nods and sits. The look in her eyes is predatory and I clear my throat as I look around.“I didn’t mean to pry when I asked that question earlier.”“What question?” Her tone is bristling but I do not back down. “The question about Aria and Hunter’s runaway wife. I only asked because I was surprised.”I dislike how true that is but it is. How do I reconcile the fact that someone is staying by Hunter’s side of their own accord?“I’m going to say this once Vivienne, and I hope you listen to me well.” My jaw slackens and my brows furrow in confusion but Diane doesn’t stop fixing me with a cold stare “Stay away from my husband, okay? And before you pull the flustered look, save it for someone who cares. I don’t. I’m here to let you know Hunter is off limits, and also to know I am not like that bitch who ran away, I am not scared to fight for what I want, and what I want, is Hunter Tyson.Even Roman won’t be able to save you if you annoy me.”The vulnerable naive lo
Roman doesn’t speak of the new development,He’s out of his office when I get there. He picks up when I call him, but only to tell me he’s going to be fine and I shouldn't feel too worried. He’s an Alpha, he can take care of himself.I wanted to ask where he was, also if I could come there, not to disturb him but to simply hang around, maybe get us some ice cream and cook some food.Anything to see a smile on his face and see him happy. He asked me to check my desk for a surprise and I found another pencil sketch there.This time he drew it from his viewpoint, not the omniscient technique he used earlier.I see myself etched out in sharp lines, my ebony hair curling slightly at the tips, my glasses perched on my nose and he even captured the fine details of my dress.A smile tugs at my lips as I remember it now and the seriousness on the face of mini-me made me almost not recognize myself. Do I get into character when I'm pretending to be Vivienne? Or is that just how Roman sees me?I
I turn to the direction Danis’s fork is pointed in and find both Alpha and Beta walking towards us.Roman’s face is set in that hard line again and Fen… isn’t looking at me at all. Danis grumbles from where he’s seated but my eyes are on my mate. I watch him for signs of a bad mood.Apart from the fact that our mate bond has grown stronger, I can tell Roman’s mood from several other things.To begin with, clenched and unclenched fists, check. Super protruding jawline, check. That stance he takes where his body seems to get into this position of extra masculinity and super predatory, check.Desire is slowly stoking its flames in me and I find myself staring and swallowing, because who knew Roman could be sexy when he’s moody?“That turtleneck is a limited edition.”Fen sits beside Danis and shoots me a smug smile. This is a two-person bench. Three people aren’t meant to sit on this bench. I vacate immediately because I don't want to sit on it anyways.Roman takes the seat opposite the
Roman kisses the answer away from my lips and even when I opened my mouth to begin he shushes me.“Think about it for a while okay? Make a decision when you’re ready.” I’m ready now, but the look in his eyes tells me he won’t listen to me even if I am ready. At least not right now. He spoke of me wanting time to heal, and I may need that. I may need time to heal fully, but I'm sure I can do it here.The energy in his pack is conducive for healing. Though we’ve run into some trouble, we’ve pulled through together.My smile returned because of him. I can heal perfectly with him.“Why does Scarlett look like she took away some kid’s candy?”I reach to smack Danis’s arm but Fen pulls him away swiftly. “He apologizes.”“I do not.”“Apology accepted. Thanks for being the one with manners, Fen.”Danis rolls his eyes and Lunch passes in peaceful ambiguity. Danis and Fen operate….a friendship type of sunshine feeling.They look comfortable in each other’s company and I recall what Danis sai