From the air, Alexander could see the estate for what it was. Obviously old, the house was in beautiful shape, and the grounds were meticulously cared for. Everywhere he looked were familiar objects, things of which he had knowledge, but now seeing them in a different light, it was more than that. It was so tangible. It was new to him. The sensation of hyper-awareness of everything made him dizzy in a way that every cell in his body thought. It was oddly familiar but weird in a way that ached his mind. He never once dreamed that he would be someone he loathed.But life continued while he lay sleeping under the earth for weeks or years. He didn't care anymore. He had pressing matters to worry about. His woman.He found Miah as he had left her, her skin so white it was nearly translucent. She was tall, so much younger than he was, and slender, with a wealth of ebony hair that framed her face and tumbled around her body, emphasising her lush curves. He picked her up with great gentleness
The next morning, when Miah returned from her walk, Mirabella video called her, her sister’s face flushed with annoyance, hissing on her the moment she answered her expensive phone. “Where the hell have you been, Miah? I've been calling a million times”“Your phone was off when I got up. I had a few things to buy, and then I went for a walk.“A walk? In werewolf territory? Are you out of your mind?” Mirabella wailed in disbelief. ‘You’re flying to London this afternoon, and all you can think to do with yourself is go for a stupid walk?"Miah compressed her lips. “I don’t know how long I’ll be away. I won't miss this place.”Her sister just rolled her eyes. “Mother came home at lunchtime yesterday. She’s guessed where we got the money from!” her sister told her abruptly.Miah studied her twin in dismay. “How could she possibly have guessed?”"Naturally, she doesn’t know about the marriage-as-a-job angle," Mirabella breathed impatiently. ‘But even though I’m the one who gave the money t
Miah’s first experience of travelling in a private jet soothed her fractured emotions. She revelled in the peace and tranquillity and all the space while the cabin crew attended to her every need. She watched a film and skimmed through several glossy magazines before enjoying a very pleasant meal followed by a box of Belgian chocolates, which she found impossible to resist. She had one chocolate and closed the box feeling very virtuous, but was eventually tempted into eating more. Alexander called her during the flight.‘Thanks for the chocolates,’ she murmured, ‘but I shouldn’t be thanking you, I should be complaining. I’ve already eaten half of them.’‘Didn’t I tell you that I’m fattening you up for Christmas?’ Alexander teased.‘That’s not a joke, Alexander. When it comes to chocolate you have to be cruel to be kind,’ she warned him. ‘I’m not great with will power.’‘I have a meeting this evening, so I won’t see you before the ceremony,’ he told her.Stark disappointment flashed th
His mouth closed over hers in a wildly intoxicating kiss. Fireworks of response blazed inside her, sending her temperature rocketing while her hunger climbed. She let her fingers sink into his cropped black hair with a muffled moan of satisfaction. She couldn’t get close enough to him. He felt it was as necessary for her as air to breathe. The fierce intensity of his hard mouth on hers was devastatingly erotic. He slid his hand through the gaping neckline of her robe and captured a pouting rose-tipped breast, skilled fingers stroking the velvety tip into throbbing rigidity. A gasp of response erupted from her as sensation piled on sensation. He kissed her breathless, and her heart was hammering so hard that she felt dizzy and clung to him. By the time Miah kissed Alexander, he was consumed by the moment, engulfed in a swarm of memories that buzzed around him like bees—aching, glinting memories of times past, flooding his mind.Alexander stared down at the woman lying so quietly in the
Miah hurried down the street on foot, avoiding the use of a car like a typical human would and refraining from transforming into mist and gliding through the air like a supernatural being might. As Alexander observed her, she broke into a run, her movements graceful and elegant, almost like poetry in motion.Who was she, truly? What was her identity?These questions lingered in Alexander's mind as he watched his mate fade away.Reaching out with his mind, he merged with hers, becoming a silent presence beside her. Miah harboured a deep fear of him; her earlier words reflected genuine sentiment. She had been engaged in some sort of experiment, enabling her to maintain her human form. But did she truly understand her own identity now?Alexander sighed. All he knew was that she had spent a great deal of time and energy researching, looking for a way to make the change. It had taken several years to get her body to the point that she could do so, undetected by werewolves and the like. She
“Okay, thank you.” Miah went willingly. It would only take minutes to get home by car, and she was exhausted. Settling into the leather seat, she snapped her seat belt in place automatically and smiled up at him. “You do like your luxury, Brice.”“There is nothing wrong with that. I know what I want, and I go after it.” His dark eyes moved over her suggestively.“Don’t start,” she cautioned, a laugh in her voice. “What is it with you, Brice? I’ve told you over and over that we can’t see each other.”“We see each other every day, Miah,” he pointed out with a grin. “We do quite well seeing each other.”“I’m too tired to argue with you. Just take me home and be nice.”“What did you do with the old man? You’ve got to quit picking people up off the street, Miah. That’s why you need me. You’re too nice for your own good. Sooner or later, you’re going to pick up an axe murderer.”“I don’t think there’s much danger in that.” Miah watched out the window as her house loomed large at the end of
Alexander’s return had not changed her mind. Miah could not conceive of another lifestyle. She had no intention of trying to fit into the supernatural world, where she believed she no longer had a place. Alexander couldn’t help admiring her. She lived her life well. And she was every bit as strong-willed as he was. He would tolerate much from her. But another man was too much.“Miah, are things so different from the time I remember?” Alexander asked.“What do you mean?”“I mean, I don't know how long I was buried there. I mean, I know I miss things so bad.”“Well—”“Do our people have all the women they need? I mean, humans hated us before; there are so many—”“Alex, things are different now. We have a treaty. Humans and supernatural folks like us respect that, and they don't fear us anymore.”“Okay, so can we afford for one of our own to become involved with a human male? Has the alpha of this pack solved the problem of shewolf births? Has he been able to cut down on the number of ou
The buzz of a mobile phone proved to be the wake-up call Miah needed. She pushed him away with both hands and tugged the edges of the robe back together. Trembling, she slid back to the floor, shunning the bed and him and the deceptive intimacy that had almost betrayed her. He answered his phone, his dark drawl rough-edged with huskiness.When the dialogue finished, she breathed, “What happened to the meeting you said you had this evening?”“The supernatural tabloid newspaper editor sent me those photos, obviously in the hope that I would dump you and call off the wedding and so give them an even bigger scoop,” he explained with rich cynicism. “I skipped the meeting.”Her body was a riot of nerve-endings, sizzling with a sense of loss and disappointment. He was making her want things she had never wanted before, and he was teaching her to want him with a depth of longing that physically hurt. The atmosphere was explosive, with undertones swirling beneath the uneasy silence that intimi