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Viktor's pov Grease smeared my hands, even after I scrubbed them with a grimy rag. Pulling down the hood of my beat-up truck, I tossed the filthy cloth into the overflowing garage bin. "Filter's changed, Ben. Anything else?" Ben Miller glanced up from the counter, his gaze lingering on me a beat too long. "Nope, that's it for today. Thanks for coming in, Viktor. You're a lifesaver." "No sweat," I shrugged, shoving the greasy rag deeper into my pocket. "Extra cash is always good. My new house is a bottomless pit, apparently. Needs new plumbing already." Ben scratched his neck, studying me with a furrowed brow. It wasn't the first time I caught him doing that. Why a young guy like me, Viktor, would choose to settle in a one-horse town like Stump River was a mystery to him. Not that I hated the place, but its limitations were glaring. Zero nightlife, just the dusty saloon and Wednesday night bingo at the church. The closest city was a two-hour drive away. Young people fled Stump Ri
Relief flooded me as Edward, the distinguished gentleman at the B&B, ushered me inside. "We're glad you made it safely, Ms. Watson. Follow me, and I'll show you to your room.""Adriana, please," I chirped, flashing my most winning smile. A hint of a smile played on his lips in response. "Adriana" wasn't exactly my jam, Ria was more my speed, but men seemed to fall for the whole "Adriana" thing, and a wannabe hard-nosed journalist like me wasn't above using that to her advantage."Melody, then," he chuckled. "And you can call me Edward. Follow this way." Score one for Ria, I thought smugly as I trailed behind him. My professors had drilled it into our heads: getting on a first-name basis with interview subjects was key to unlocking their secrets. Edward might not be a formal interview, but I wouldn't mind gleaning a tidbit or two.He led me to a cozy room, and as I thanked him, I caught him stealing a glance. I knew exactly what he saw: a five-foot-four frame that defied the "short" l
"For the past four months, I'd been working mostly in the tea room at the Grey Goose. This weekend, though, Mr. Mancini was short-handed because of a flu bug going around and asked me to help out upstairs,"Taking a seat at a table, I forced myself to focus on my meal instead of scoping out the place for another local contact. Four months was a long time, and Hailey, the waitress who brought my food, might have come across the elusive photographer I was here to find."This seems like a lovely place," I said, striking up a conversation. "Do you get a lot of business?""It's steady," she replied with a smile. "Lots of locals come downstairs for lunch, and some rent rooms upstairs for weekend getaways or for guests. We also get a few travelers like yourself. Where are you headed?""Actually, I'm a freelance journalist researching local artists for an article," I lied, using the cover story Mr. Aldrich, the lawyer, had given me. Mr. Greyson, the real reason I was here, preferred to keep h
I shoved another breadstick into my mouth, chomping down on it with frustration. I pictured Mr. Bastian right now, probably grilling his employees about what I wanted to know. Most likely, he'd tell them to shut their mouths and not breathe a word to me. Bastian's Gallery was a dead end, that much was clear.My call to the lawyer, Leon Aldrich, half an hour ago hadn't exactly been a ray of sunshine. He'd been grumpy that I hadn't checked in last night, claiming concern for my safety. Sure, I explained about being tired and the bad roads, but deep down I knew the real reason for his bad mood.Aldrich seemed to be waiting for me to vanish with the hefty cash advance he'd given me and never be seen again. He clearly wasn't a fan of me or my assignment to investigate Viktor Donovan. I could practically feel his judgment radiating through the phone. He probably thought I was unqualified for the job, but Mr. Greyson, the one paying the bills, had chosen me. The sour look Aldrich sported wh
"I can't believe you're still hung up on him, Killian. You know there's nothing going on between us. We're having your baby, and I love you." He leaned down and kissed Hailey's cheek. "I know, sweetheart, and I love you too. It's never been about your feelings for me. It's Viktor interest in you that gets under my skin." "He was just kidding, Killian." "Maybe, but like I always say, once he finds his own..." The conversation died as the postal worker chimed in with the cost of mailing the package. Killian paid, and the oversized box was set aside. I watched them go, fiddling with my ear, trying to clear it. I could've sworn Killian said 'mate.' Pushing the strange word out of my head, I approached the counter and smiled at the flustered woman behind it. "Hi! I was hoping you could help me..." I trailed off, my gaze landing on the package just a foot away. Viktor's address was printed boldly on the front. Jackpot! Now, all I had to do was distract the woman for a closer look.
Lucy's nails dug into my back as she moaned on my shoulder, on the verge of coming. I pistoned my hips faster, her bleached blonde hair bouncing with the rhythm. She screamed as her climax hit, and I kept going until she was spent. Three more hard thrusts, and I found my release too, a guttural groan escaping my lips as I emptied myself. With a sigh, I pulled out and Lucy planted a kiss on me, gushing about how amazing it was. I mumbled some generic response and hurried to the bathroom, tossing the used condom in the trash and cleaning up. Glancing in the mirror, I saw Lucy primping herself. Dressed and somewhat composed, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and a breathy whisper. "Happy birthday, Viktor. Stephan and Daniel spilled the beans, so I figured I'd give you a little somethin' somethin'." "Thanks, Lucy. Best present a guy could ask for, right?" I flashed my usual grin, patting her ass and leaning in for a kiss before she sashayed out. She left with a satisfied smile, w
"Adriana Watson. Looking for Viktor are we?" the woman said with a soft laugh, shaking her head. "You and about half the town, honey."My head snapped up, confused. Were other women after Viktor too? "Excuse me?""Every woman under seventy, and a few who might be pushing it, have tried to snag Viktor's attention," she explained with a mischievous grin. "He's a looker, I'll give him that. Knows how to charm the ladies.""Beth," Josh said, a warning in his voice. The woman playfully swatted his arm."Oh hush, Josh, you know I'm still smitten after twenty-five years. Just admiring the scenery, strictly hands off." A smile played on her lips as they exchanged a quick look. Josh pulled her into a one-armed hug, making me feel like a third wheel intruding on a private moment. I cleared my throat and looked away, pretending to study a poster on the wall.When I finally felt comfortable turning back, Beth, who I assumed was Josh's wife or long-term partner, was returning to her desk with a s
I'm settling in, the cold seeping up from the log and the damp air soaking through my clothes. I rub my hands together briskly, glancing around to catch my breath. Deeper in the forest, the snow lingers more, though patches of bare ground peek through. Tiny animal tracks crisscross the path nothing too big, based on their size.Silence stretches everywhere, broken only by the occasional bird chirp. I inhale deeply, savoring the crisp pine scent and the earthy dampness. Peace washes over me, dissolving the tension from earlier. Maybe Viktor wasn't entirely off-base. There's a serenity, a feeling of oneness with nature, that settles over you in a place like this. I wonder if he's gotten many photos yet, if this is where that wolf picture came from.The thought spurs me on, and I heave myself up from the log. My feet complain, but I promise them a hot tub soak if they just cooperate a little longer. I haven't walked far when a strange feeling washes over me a prickling unease, a sense t
A week later, the world felt a little flatter. The police had finally wrapped up their investigation. It was a random act of violence, they said. Lucy, just in the wrong place at the wrong time. A stupid, pointless loss. The idea that Aldrich wouldn’t be blamed for anything grated on me, but I knew involving him would open a can of worms I wasn’t ready to deal with. It wouldn’t bring Lucy back anyway.We brought her home, to Stump River. The town was in mourning. Armand was a shadow of himself, the twinkle gone from his eyes. He disappeared for days after the service and I wondered if he’d turned into a bear and wandered off to grieve in the woods. Were his emotions as raw when he was in animal form? Or did he spend his time scratching at trees, trying to claw the pain away? When he finally reappeared, he looked haggard, but there was a strange kind of peace in his eyes.Beth and Josh went all out with the newspaper article. Pictures of Lucy, smiling and laughing, filled the pages.
Morning. I reclined in the seat as Viktor slowly drove the car out of the parking garage. We’d talked on and off throughout the night and I’d finally accepted the truth of what he’d been telling me. I was becoming a werewolf. There’d been anger and tears; he’d apologized, even though forcing my transformation hadn’t been intentional. Eventually, I’d come to a sort of numb acceptance of the fact.However, my whole life was changing now. I wasn’t just Adriana Watson, waitress and journalism student. Now I was Adriana Watson, secret werewolf. From what I could gather from Viktor's ‘crash course in wolves,’ they were social creatures and lived in packs. There was an Alpha who kept everyone in line and made the important decisions, though pack meetings were held to discuss options. Full moons were a time to party and, if you were new to the whole werewolf thing like me, you had no control and transformed once a month. Older wolves could fight the effects if they wished, though most didn’
My heart pounded like a trapped animal as the lycans closed in, their red eyes burning into me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. These creatures were straight out of a nightmare."Adriana, get behind me," my voice was frantic as I shoved her aside, preparing to shift."Vik..." she whispered, clinging to my arm."Don't worry, Everything will be alright, just need to handle a few stray dogs that's all" I managed a reassuring smile, and then I charged. A towering black wolf replaced me, my fur bristling with tension.The air was thick with the metallic taste of blood and the sharp scent of fear. My senses were on high alert, every hair on my body standing on end. Dozens of pairs of eyes, glowing like embers, focused on me. A massive red lycan charged, but I was faster, slipping beneath its snapping jaws. I countered with a swift attack, his teeth sinking into the lycan's flesh.A deafening howl filled the cavern as the red lycan bucked me off, sending me crashing into the cold, damp
Adriana's povThe metallic tang of blood filled the air, thick and suffocating. Viktor and I stood frozen, our gazes glued to Aldrich's lifeless body slumped on the floor. A single, neat bullet hole marred his forehead. What the hell just happened?The echo of Mr. Greyson's voice shattered the stunned silence. "A pleasure to finally meet you both, Miss Watson and Viktor Donovan... or should I say Viktor Dominique?"My head snapped towards Viktor, relief flooding my chest at his presence. According to him, he was some kind of werewolf. Maybe, just maybe, with him by my side, I had a fighting chance.A nagging worry gnawed at me. If what Viktor said was true, then did that mean I wasn't entirely human? I shoved the thought aside. This wasn't the time to unravel my existential crisis. Getting out of this place alive was priority number one. Viktor could explain everything later.Viktor narrowed his eyes at Greyson, his voice laced with suspicion. "How'd you figure out my real name?"Grey
Viktor's povFollowing a hunch, I hailed a cab and rattled off the address for Greyson's estate. The city was a chaotic mess, a constant symphony of honking horns and shouted insults. I tuned it out, my gut churning with worry. My wolf whined its primal need to find Adriana, to know she was safe.The thought of her alone, grappling with the Change with no guidance, tore at me. Would her body and mind accept this forced transformation? Or would she fight it, a resistance that could be fatal according to Nadia? The icy grip of fear tightened around my heart.But then, a chilling logic surfaced. If she'd spilled the secret, if the wolves knew, she was already a dead woman walking. Was a swift death from the Change preferable to one at my hand? Could I even look her in the eye, deliver the killing blow?Alpha. Duty. The words echoed in my head, hollow and meaningless. Images of Adriana flooded my mind her warm brown eyes, the defiant lift of her chin, the way she'd make me laugh with her
Panic clawed at my throat as Lucy's ragged breaths became uneven. Her pale face, framed by blood-soaked blonde hair, sent a jolt of fear through me. My fingers trembled as I brushed her cheek, whispering her name, but there was no response. A string of curses ripped from my lips. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be hurt, possibly dying. This wasn't her mess. Lucy was pure sunshine, always radiating warmth and kindness. Guilt gnawed at me, reminding me of her playful teasing, the way she'd sashay around with a tray of drinks and a witty comment on her lips. I blinked back the moisture stinging my eyes. Steeling myself, I rose. Moving to the sofa, I sniffed where the unknown male's scent lingered. A scent and a maybe-name –l meager scraps of evidence in a city this size. The scent would be impossible to track, and "Greyson" meant nothing to me. What the hell was I supposed to do? Sirens wailed in the distance, a sharp reminder of the need to leave. Being caught at a crime scene would
The door suddenly opened and I was forced to abandon my conflicted thoughts. Jumping to my feet, I turned to face an obviously surprised Lucy. “Viktor, what are you doing here?” “Hi, Lucy. I… um… ” She walked up to me and kissed my cheek, before moving to take her coat off. “Never mind. I know the truth." “You do?” He stiffened, assuming the worst. “Of course. You’re sorry for your fight with Ria and came here to make up.” “Uh… Right. That’s it.” I latched onto the lifeline she’d unknowingly handed to me. “I’m here to make things right.” Lucy nodded, glancing at Adriana lying on the sofa, her face quickly changing from a happy to grin to real concern. “Oh, is she sick again?” “Yeah. She fainted coming into the building and I carried her up here. She has a fever. I was just going to give her an aspirin." “I’ll get some from the medicine cabinet.” Lucy turned to go. “No. I already checked. There isn’t any. Um… why don’t you sit with her and I’ll go to the store.” I f
I didn't know where she was. Just be quiet, I ordered myself, clenching my jaw. Creeping past the doorway, I peeked into the first room the bedroom. Clothes were strewn everywhere, a mishmash of Lucy's floral patterns and my own dark t-shirts. Her scent lingered, a familiar mix of lavender and something distinctly... her. The bathroom was empty, the towels abandoned in a heap. Back in the living area, a few papers lay scattered on the counter. Junk mail, bills, nothing interesting. But then aha! On a nearby table, Adriana laptop glowed, left open. Sitting down, I scanned the screen, my stomach tightening. My name stared back at me, bold and accusing, next to a picture file I knew for a fact I'd deleted. That little...! Somehow, she'd gotten more copies. Fury surged through me as I clicked on the document titled with my name. The more I read, the deeper my scowl became. By the time I reached the final paragraphs, I wanted to hurl the damn machine across the room. There it was, in bl
“Are you sure you’ll be all right?” Lucy stared at me with a frown. “You still don’t look so good.” We were leaning against the kitchen counter sipping coffee and preparing to start our day. I, however reluctantly, had to head off to meet with Aldrich, while Lucy was going to spend the morning taking a bus tour of the city that I had recommended. Rolling my eyes, I reassured Lucy, yet again. "Honestly, I'm fine. The fever broke last night. My arm's not as sore. It's just a lack of sleep and nerves over this meeting that are making me look less than prime. I'll go see Aldrich and give him this report while you take a tour of the city. Then we'll meet back here for lunch and go shopping." "Why don't you just e-mail the report and come with me?" I sighed. "I wish, but Aldrich hates e-mail. He wants face to face contact. I think he likes to watch people squirm." Seeing Lucy's concerned expression, I added a light laugh. "Don't worry. I'll be fine." "Well… if you're sure." "Go." I