"You think this meeting will give us answers?" Jake asked, his voice cutting through the tension as we walked toward the conference room. "It has to," I replied, my tone sharper than I intended. "We can’t keep chasing shadows." Jake smirked, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. "You know shadows are kind of Lawrence’s specialty, right? That guy thrives on being invisible." "Not for long," I growled, my wolf stirring at the thought of Lawrence—or anyone—manipulating us. "Easy, big brother," Jake said with mock caution. "We’ll get to him. But let’s focus on the cyber team first. They might already have a lead." ---The tension between us simmered as we entered the conference room. Loren and her team were already there, their screens glowing with lines of code and analytical data. Fidel sat in the corner, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable. "Let’s get started," I said, taking a seat at the head of the table. Loren didn’t waste time. "We’ve managed to trace
Jake POV "You think she’s laughing at us right now?" Lucas muttered, slamming the car door shut as we stepped out into the crisp night air. "Oh, she’s not just laughing," I replied, tightening my jacket against the cold. "She’s probably pouring champagne and toasting her genius." Lucas shot me a glare. "Not helpful, Jake." "Hey, you asked," I said, holding up my hands in mock surrender. "But seriously, Lawrence isn’t just playing games anymore. Freezing our offshore account? That’s a power move. She wants us cornered." "Well, it’s working," Lucas growled. I glanced at him as we walked into the hotel lobby. His usual composed demeanor had been slipping ever since Lila vanished, and now, with Lawrence upping the stakes, he looked ready to snap. ---Back in our suite, Loren was already set up at her makeshift command center, her fingers flying over the keyboard. "Good timing," she said without looking up. "I just finished decrypting the federal reports." "And?" Lucas dem
"What do you mean that’s all you know?" I leaned against the edge of the conference table, arms crossed as I stared down Fidel. He shifted in his chair, looking uncomfortable. "I already told you, Jake. I didn’t know her that well. We only met a couple of times." "And that didn’t raise any red flags?" I pressed, my voice sharpening. "A woman you barely know just happens to waltz into our lives, only for everything to blow up?" "I didn’t think it was my place to question her," Fidel shot back, his tone defensive. "She was charming, and honestly, I thought she was harmless. If I’d known this would happen, I—" "Save it," I snapped, cutting him off. "You should’ve been more cautious. Now we’re in the middle of a mess, and you’re telling me you don’t have anything useful?" Fidel sighed, running a hand over his face. "I didn’t say that. I still have her phone number. Maybe that’ll help." ---I straightened, the tension in my chest easing slightly. "You still have her number?"
"Are you seriously going to keep pacing all night?" Lucas’s voice cut through the silence, his tone laced with equal parts irritation and exhaustion. "You act like you don’t know me by now," I shot back, not breaking stride. The worn carpet beneath my boots had probably seen better days, but it was a casualty I was willing to accept. Lucas sighed, leaning back against the couch in our hotel room. "Jake, we’ve done all we can for now. Let it go." "Let it go?" I stopped mid-stride and turned to face him. "How can you sit there so calm when the one person who might have all the answers is still out there, and we’re just waiting?" "Because driving myself insane won’t bring her closer," he replied, his voice heavy with resignation. "You think I don’t know that?" I snapped, rubbing a hand over my face. "But waiting feels like a death sentence. Every second we waste, she could be slipping further away." "And calling her will fix everything?" Lucas’s eyebrows rose, his voice sharp
"This is the last of it," I muttered to myself, shoving a worn leather bag into the trunk of the car. The weight of my decision hung heavy in the air, a mix of triumph and exhaustion settling in my bones. The dimly lit room behind me bore the remnants of my chaotic escape—papers scattered across the desk, a half-empty bottle of wine teetering on the edge, and the faint scent of burnt wood lingering from the fireplace. My hands trembled as I reached for the bottle, taking one last sip before collapsing into the chair. "Was it worth it?" The question echoed in my mind, but I pushed it aside. There was no room for doubt. Not now. I leaned back, my head lolling against the chair as the alcohol dulled my senses. The sound of the wind outside whispered promises of freedom, but even that couldn’t silence the restless thoughts clawing at my mind. The room blurred, the edges of reality softening as exhaustion pulled me under. ---In my dream, I was back on the dirt road. The air was
The darkness of the room seemed heavier as the echo of Lucas's voice faded from Lila's mind. She jolted awake, gasping for breath as though she had been pulled from the depths of a raging sea. Her body trembled, drenched in cold sweat, the dream's intensity lingering like a brand seared onto her skin. "What is wrong with me?" she muttered, running a shaky hand through her tangled hair. The emotions coursing through her were raw—fear, longing, guilt—and something deeper, something primal. Her wolf stirred restlessly, clawing at the edges of her consciousness. The connection she had tried so desperately to sever refused to break, tethering her to Lucas with an unyielding force. The memory of his touch in that dream, his voice, haunted her, igniting a heat that burned through her resolve. She pressed a hand to her chest, her heartbeat erratic. The ache was more than emotional; it was physical, a deep yearning that left her hollow and wanting. ---The frustration grew unbearable,
“Lila,” a deep, velvety voice cut through the stillness, catching her off guard. Her fingers froze midair, hovering above her laptop’s keys. “Who is this?” she demanded, her tone sharp, though a faint tremor betrayed her unease. The man on the other end chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers cascading down her spine. “You don’t recognize me? I’m hurt. After all, we’ve been circling each other for weeks, haven’t we?” She gritted her teeth, frustration and wariness flaring. “Stop playing games. Who are you, and what do you want?” There was a pause, long enough for her wolf to stir, its restlessness mirroring her own. Then, with maddening calm, he said, “Let’s just say I’m someone who knows you better than you think.” Her blood ran cold. She glanced at her laptop screen, her instincts screaming at her to move, to act, but curiosity pinned her in place. ---Her fingers resumed their movement, rapidly pulling up the caller ID tracker embedded in her system. Whoever this man
Jake POV “You’re telling me you found her?” Lucas’s voice was a mix of disbelief and hope, cutting through the quiet hum of the car engine.I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on the road. “The cyber team tracked her last call. It wasn’t easy, but they managed to bypass her blockers for a brief moment before she disappeared again.”Lucas leaned forward, his hands gripping the dashboard. “Where?”I hesitated, knowing how much was riding on this information. “A small cabin on the outskirts of the city. But it’s not just about the location—it’s the fact that she slipped. She’s usually more careful than this.”“That means she’s distracted,” Loren chimed in from the backseat. Her tone was analytical, her fingers flying across her laptop. “It could be the bond messing with her focus. If she’s anything like Lucas was after he left, she’s barely holding it together.”Lucas shot her a sharp look but didn’t argue. “What’s the plan when we get there?”My grip on the wheel tightened. “We observe firs
Lila’s words lingered in the air like a challenge.“Let’s make a new plan. Because something tells me Rikkard isn’t the only ghost who’ll be showing up.”Jake gave her a cautious look, sensing something unspoken underneath her defiance. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she walked back toward the small table near the window where her satchel lay. She reached inside slowly, fingers brushing past the notebook she’d been scribbling in since they arrived in Venut. But it wasn’t the notebook she was after.It was the small, battered silver device hidden beneath it—no bigger than a deck of cards. It hummed faintly in her palm, the casing warm to the touch.Jake’s brow furrowed the moment he saw it. “What is that?”Lila looked at him, then at Lucas, her eyes steady. “I wasn’t just sitting here waiting for you two to come back. While you were keeping Rikkard busy, I was busy too.”Jake crossed the room in two strides. “Lila—what
Jake didn’t move until the elevator doors slid closed behind Rikkard.Lucas let out a breath that was more of a growl. “He’s gone. For now.”Jake ran a hand down his face. “That was too close.”Lucas turned to him, voice sharp. “We need a plan, Jake. If he gets even a hint of the truth—about her—he won’t stop until he finds her.”“I know,” Jake muttered. “That’s why we’re going to give him something else to chase.”Lucas raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”“A misdirection,” Jake said, already walking toward the lounge bar where a bottle of aged scotch was quietly calling his name. “He’s desperate. He wants answers. We give him just enough to feel like he’s getting somewhere, but not enough to lead him to Lila.”Lucas followed him warily. “You want to lie to him.”Jake poured a finger of scotch and downed it. “Yes. I want to lie so well that he doesn’t think to look any closer.”Ten minutes later, they found Rikkard leaning against a column in the hotel lobby, like a man half-expect
“You’re joking, right? Please tell me this is some twisted prank,” Lucas muttered under his breath, his eyes never leaving the figure lounging by the fireplace.“I wish it were,” Jake replied quietly, jaw clenched. “But that’s him. That’s Rikkard.”Lucas swore under his breath. “Of all the days… why the hell would he show up in Venut?”“I don’t know,” Jake admitted, hands fisted in his jacket pockets. “But we need to play this smart. We can’t let him know about Lila.”Lucas inhaled sharply and nodded. “You sure he hasn’t seen her?”“Positive. He only saw us. Let’s keep it that way.”The plush lounge of the hotel was dimly lit, scented with expensive cologne, polished leather, and cigar smoke. Rikkard was seated casually on a velvet couch, legs crossed, swirling amber liquid in a crystal tumbler. His demeanor was relaxed, almost amused—but Jake could see it. The glint of calculated menace in his eyes.Jake took a breath and approached with Lucas, every step deliberate. They stopped jus
“Tell me you’re joking,” Lucas muttered, his voice low and edged with tension.“I wish I were,” Jake replied, running a hand through his damp hair. “But he’s here. In Venut. I saw his convoy near the North Quarter twenty minutes ago.”Lila blinked. “Wait, Rikkard? As in—the Rikkard?”Jake gave a grim nod. “The Mad Alpha himself.”Lucas straightened from where he sat beside Lila on the hotel bed, his entire body going rigid. “How the hell did he find out we were here?”“Doesn’t matter,” Jake said. “What matters is that he’s here. And if he’s sniffing around, it’s not just to catch up over drinks.”Lila’s face lost all color. “You told me he wasn’t a threat anymore.”“I told you what I needed to so you’d sleep,” Jake said quietly, shame flickering across his expression. “But clearly, I was wrong.”“Perfect,” Lucas growled. “Just what we need—another lunatic Alpha throwing his weight around.”“Not just another lunatic,” Jake said, voice clipped. “He’s the lunatic. The one who ripped out
“…She’s alive,” Lila repeated, quieter now. “I just don’t know where.”Lucas’s hand tightened briefly on her shoulder before he let go, stepping back to give her space even as his eyes lingered with worry. Jake returned to the window, gaze hard and focused.The silence that followed was the kind that spoke louder than words.Then—Knock. Knock. Knock.Not soft. Not tentative.The kind of knock that didn’t ask permission.Jake’s head snapped toward the door. Lucas was already moving—one hand reaching into the drawer beneath the minibar, where he’d hidden a blade and compact gun. Lila rose too, pulse leaping as the door handle turned despite the locks still being in place.Click.“Jake,” Lucas said, tone sharp.Jake strode toward the door and yanked it open an inch just as the locks disengaged, bypassed from the outside.The man who stepped in didn’t belong in any polished hotel suite. His mere presence dimmed the luxurious lighting, as if shadows followed him in.Rikkard.He was as unm
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Lucas murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.“You didn’t,” Lila whispered back, her voice still drowsy. “I was already half-awake. I just didn’t want to move.”“You were sore,” he said gently, guilt flickering across his features. “I can feel it in your muscles.”“I’m fine,” she said, but he was already moving, sliding from the bed with careful grace.Jake’s voice floated in from the other room. “She’s not fine if she’s wincing in her sleep.”“I wasn’t wincing,” Lila muttered, rolling her eyes even as her cheeks flushed. She tried to sit up, only to wince slightly at the sting between her thighs. Damn it.Lucas was already wetting a towel from the tiny sink across the room. “Don’t lie to me, little wolf,” he said with an affectionate smile that didn’t quite mask his concern. “You’re strong, but you’re not indestructible.”Jake appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, his eyes scanning her with that piercing protectiveness that made her squirm mor
A Morning of Warmth and Wariness:“Lucas… your knot’s still in,” Lila mumbled, voice raspy with sleep.“I know,” he murmured against her shoulder, lips brushing her skin. “Didn’t want to wake you. You were peaceful.”“I’m not now,” she grumbled, stretching slightly and wincing at the soreness spreading through her hips.His arm tightened around her waist. “Sorry. I lost control.”“You didn’t.” She turned in his arms to face him. “I gave it willingly. Don’t take that away from me.”He searched her face, his eyes dark with concern. “You’re sore.”“I’m alive,” she said with a soft smile. “And I’m with you. That’s enough.”Lucas exhaled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Still… I should’ve been gentler.”“You’ll make up for it,” she teased, and for a moment, the heaviness in the room eased.The cabin bedroom was dim, the blinds half-drawn against the gray light of morning. Somewhere beyond the walls of this quiet space, the engines hummed low and steady. But here, wrapped in warm
“You’re safe now,” Lucas whispered, his knot still pulsing deep inside her.But safety was only one part of it.Lila trembled, her body molded against his, the fullness of his knot keeping her grounded and overwhelmed in equal measure. Her breath hitched, shallow and stuttered, as her inner muscles clenched around him again—an aftershock, or maybe the prelude to something more.Lucas didn’t move.Didn’t demand.He simply waited.And that, more than anything, unraveled her.“I can’t move,” she breathed, eyes clenched shut.“Yes, you can,” he murmured, brushing hair from her face. “You’re not broken, Lila. You’re not fragile. Not anymore.”Her fingers dug into the armrest, breath catching.Lucas leaned forward, his lips at her ear. “I want you to move. I want you to ride it. Take what you need from me.”Her heart stuttered.This wasn’t a command.It was a gift.Her legs ached. Her body throbbed. But still, she shifted—slowly, hesitantly—testing the taut pressure where their bodies remai
Lila’s breathing had slowed, her body molded to Lucas’s as though it belonged there—because it did. But the storm inside him hadn’t yet passed.Not even close.The feel of her, bare and vulnerable in his arms, only fueled his craving. His wolf still paced beneath his skin, restless and territorial, demanding more—demanding all of her. Every breath. Every sound. Every submissive gasp she hadn’t dared give anyone else.Lucas’s voice was low against her ear. “Up. On your knees.”She blinked in surprise.Still curled in his lap, wrapped in the thin barrier of his jacket, Lila hesitated.Lucas didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.His fingers skimmed under the fabric, trailing down her spine. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”Her heartbeat kicked harder, not out of fear—but recognition.She moved. Slowly. Carefully. She slid from his lap and turned, positioning herself between his legs, kneeling. The soft carpet beneath her knees contrasted with the burn in her chest. The jacket slipped