Maya turns to cock an eyebrow up.“Why are you following me?”“I want to see what morning training is like.”“But it’s for children, mummy. You aren’t a child.”I put my hands on my waist and stand Akimbo.“I could manage against four of you if I wanted to.”“There won’t be any need for that.”I’m sure Maya stills at the same time I do but instead of her face retaining its frown, a glare settles in her eyes.Roman approaches us from the hallway Maya is backing and she turns when he gets five paces to her. There is a formidable fierceness in Roman’s gaze and it makes me feel a chill spread in my bones.Fear seeps into them again and this time, I don’t know why, but I feel he’s annoyed at something.He stops in front of us and with a nod of his head, gives me the coldest greeting I've received since I got here.“Scarlett.” I don’t know if my confusion shows on my face, but some flickers ever so subtly behind his cold blue eyes.I nod and clear the bitter taste at the back of my throat.
I feel like backing out.(Wipes fake tears from corner of eyes.)If anyone told me jogging would cause such a strain on my calves and waist, I would have told them I wasn't that rusty and I could still handle myself.That would have been a lie. That would have been such a huge lie.“How about we go for one more lap?”The humor in Roman’s tone makes me feel like killing him.“We’ve been running laps for an hour and a half, Alpha Roman. That’s ninety minutes!”“And you’ve stopped about twenty-eight times in the span of ninety minutes. Even Maya wouldn’t have stopped that much and she’s eight.”I frown.“Are you mocking me right now Alpha?”Roman moves ahead of me and again my eyes are glued to his form. His sweatpants don’t help in making me any more focused than I already am, which is very little and it’s appalling.My eyes track up from well-built calves to powerfully formed thighs and then to a compact waist. Roman is in a gray sweatshirt and with every move he makes, the fabric str
We do a three-hour workout routine in which Roman has me do nothing more than run from one end of the field to the other. It might sound easy, until you’re running the same path for what might be the sixtieth time in thirty minutes. My mind travels between the pain I am feeling and the controlled outburst Roman just had. I could always just rule it off as something that has been on his heart, or rather something that he says to everyone. “I am not a good man.” I could always rule it off as something normal………… but I don’t and I won’t. Something tells me the Alpha of the Ironclaw pack hasn’t fully recovered from the trauma of his pack’s attack. He might be hiding a lot of pain underneath that handsome face and cold eyes. My body screams in protest when I get up and I can swear I hear my bones crack slightly Roman opens the door to the room the next moment and we both engage in a staring contest. I win because he looks really good in his tuxedo and his eyes pop in this sky bl
Last night, Roman and I devised a small plan.I think I fell asleep conceiving the idea but after the workout session, Roman gave me the full rundown of what he had drawn up from my vague idea of last night, and we agreed to carry out the plan this morning after the workout. though I don’t remember ever having agreed to jog for three hours.My calves send a slight ache through my body but I ignore it and look ahead instead.Hunter Tyson of the Nightshade pack is one of the most enigmatic men you’ll ever meet.He’s manly. He carries that certain aura that allows anyone who looks at him to become unsure of themselves, and overly sure of him.They see him and they nod, thinking “Yes, this is the kind of man I need”, or “This is what a really confident man looks like.”In public, he walks with a smile on his face, a twinkle in his purple eyes, and the charisma of someone who’s seen the playing field of the world and knows the game plan to win.On the inside, he’s a dick. He will lie, chea
The car moves smooth and steadily on the tarred road and Roman explains some inner workings of the Alpha conference to me.To begin with, the conference is as much a physical event as it was a spiritual one. It can only take place during the season of a silver moon, and that surprises me because I thought the moon was always silver.Roman says we are in that period right now and in the next two months, a silver moon will hang in the sky. It will be bigger than a normal moon, and it will shine brighter tooThe Lykos fundraiser is happening in the mansion of a former Alpha in the Lykanos pack.My knowledge of pack history makes me tell Roman to get us hyacinths on the way, or any purple flower at least. The members of the Lykos pack are… superstitious would not be the word for it, but they believe in omens.And a good omen to them, is a purple flower. When purple flowers bloom in the pack, they thank the moon goddess and take it as a sign of fortune and goodwill.Roman says he doesn’t
My heart slams in my chest and my world comes crashing down.This is it. This is how I get caught not a month after my escape. If Roman tries to protect me, the other Alphas here will support Hunter. Another Alpha keeping an Alpha’s mate away from him won’t make any sense to them no matter what the circumstances are.I wait for the mate bond to pulse and alert him of my presence but it doesn’t happen.I wait for a minute, two minutes, I stand on the spot for five minutes and wait for my mate to recognize me, to feel the bond between us, but nothing happens. I look at Roman and he’s trying to conceal the anger on his face but he can’t. I hear his words through gritted teeth. “What do you think you’re doing?”I frown and open my mouth to deny doing anything but a voice behind me stops me.“Wine Miss Vivienne?”I grit my teeth realizing I've just been played. I turn to find Danis standing there, his body looking elegant in his clean-cut suit and his form better outlined. He’s slimmer
Roman sticks to me like bees to honey.I appreciate the gesture at first. Fear still courses through my bones at the fact that Hunter is in this room but when thirty minutes pass after our arrival and I am not approached by him or even glanced at twice, I begin to relax and get angry.Hunter Tyson, Alpha of the Nightshade pack seems happy at this event.He sips champagne, looking immaculate in his metallic gray suit and elegantly coiffed hair. Females crowd him and goddess forbid he lets them go without making his intention to sleep with them known.I notice some of them exchange pitiful glances or hurt looks, but they look sorry for him and it makes me suspect some foul play. Danis comes back with the information I need wearing a sneer on his face.He plops into the last chair around our table and Roman looks up from his phone to glare at him. I don’t know what to feel so I just look eagerly. A smirk lines Danis’s face and his green eyes glow a sinister color for the briefest mome
“I’ll have to beg for my leave. It was nice meeting you, Alpha Hunter.” Hunter nods and smiles brightly. “You too Vivienne, though you didn’t introduce yourself.” He chuckles and quirks an eyebrow up at me “Are you scared of your boss or something?” I smile and ensure it reaches my eyes. “Alpha Roman is the best boss I could ever ask for. My apologies.” Danis stands too and drops his glass flute on the table. “I’ll be taking my leave too. Come on Vivienne, let’s leave the Alphas alone.” I ignore the obvious undercurrent of spite in Danis’s words and nod to Roman before taking steady steps away from the situation. Danis walks beside me and the number of glances he gets surprises me. I get a few stares myself but when we pass, I can see the eyes of males and females having conversations stop and focus on him. The farther we get from Hunter the more the necklace around my neck feels light, almost nonexistent. We take a flight of stairs up and when we’re relatively alone, I stop a