“Are we there yet?” I asked with a yawn. It felt like we’d been driving for days, only stopping to grab something to snack on and freshen up in the public restrooms.
“If you ask me that one more time, Cassandra…” Agnes snarled at me.
“Mom, seriously! You need to sleep. In an actual bed.” I threw my hands up in exasperation. She refused to stay over at a motel, pulling over at truck stops to rest for the night, fearing that Frank would find us. There was no way Frank would find us in the City of Los Angeles. We’re driving through the buzzing streets, weaving through traffic as if we were being hounded.
Agness glared at me through red-rimmed eyes. “I’ll sleep when we’re safe.”
“At least let me take over. Just tell me where we’re supposed to go.” For the love of Mike, let's go somewhere civilized. It seemed like she was determined to drive us to the end of the world.
“Fine!” she huffed and pulled the car over to the curb. “When you get to Santa Barbara, wake me up.”
“What or who the hell is in Santa Barbara?”
“We’re not going to Santa Barbara,” she said as she alighted from the car.
I got out as well, stretching, hearing my joints pop. The overwhelming smells of the city, exhaust fumes, hot tarmac melting in the summer heat, various smells of food, all blended to assault my senses. It was familiar but also not. I slid in behind the wheel and Agnes made herself comfortable in the back seat.
“Drive carefully, Cassandra. Don’t draw attention to us.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Of course, Mom.” Like I didn’t know.
***
I took the Pacific Coast Highway and made my way out of the city while Agnes snored lightly in the back seat of the old lemon. It amazed me that the car had made it thus far. It wasn’t light on fuel, though. The scenery along the route was breathtaking and almost made me forget the reason we were on our way in the first place. I rolled down the window to let the sea breeze lift my hair from my face, filling my lungs with the salty air. It felt good. It smelled of freedom.
Would Frank really come after us? Yes, of course he would. A man like Frank wouldn’t take humiliation lightly. Agnes seemed pretty sure he was still alive. Although I had hit him damn hard. Wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up with brain damage. One could only hope.
“Nope, he has a thick skull,” a clear voice popped up in my brain, startling me so much that I hit the brakes hard and the car skidded off the road.
“What the fuck...” My hands froze on the steering wheel, my face devoid of color as I stared at my reflection in the rearview. Had I really heard it?
Agnes sat up, dazed. “What happened?”
I didn’t know what to say to her. “I swerved for a… a dog or something.”
“Alright, let me drive.”
I gave over control without argument, rattled by the unknown voice in my head. Maybe that was just lucid dreaming. I’ve heard of things like it before. The alternative was way too upsetting.
***
At dusk we drove through the coastal town of Santa Barbara and a few miles further, Agness turned the car onto a dirt road.
“Mom?” Concern made my voice rise an octave. It was getting dark fast, and the road was deserted.
“Not far now,” she mused.
I suspiciously eyed the black trees on opposite sides of the road. Like sentinels, they guarded the stretch of winding road, casting menacing shadows over our intruding car as we inched our way forward. Clutching the edge of my seat, my overactive imagination made me see glowing eyes peering at us from the dense vegetation.
As we rounded a bend, a huge metal gate came into view. On it a sign read: Private Property. Trespassers will be eaten!
“Mother, are you sure this is the place?” Who in their right mind would want to go there? Who even lives out there in the sticks?
“Yes, this is the place,” she said, a determined set to her mouth. To me, she looked like someone steeling herself for an unpleasant encounter, and my anxiety amplified.
The gate opened, and a tall, brawny man approached the car.
“Holy shit…” I muttered under my breath. He didn’t look friendly at all. And was it my imagination, or did his eyes glow?
“State your name and business.” The man said, his voice sounded like a growl. “This is private property.”
Agnes gave him one of her charming smiles. It did nothing for him. His face remained in a scowl.
“Hi, I’m Agnes Browne, and this is my daughter Cassandra. We’re here to see Beta Joel.”
The bearded guy popped his head in through the window and sniffed in my direction. He frowned, and I frowned back.
Yes, it’s been some time since we’ve had a proper bath, but hell… Rude much?
“You’re human, but she’s not,” he remarked, the frown deepening between his bushy brows. “Is he expecting you?”
Huh? “Agnes!” I hissed at mother. “Let’s go.” There was something wrong with this guy. This was just all wrong.
“Well, if you will just contact Beta Joel and tell him, I need to see him. Please.” She gave another smile to the weird man.
“Mother…” I urged, but she shushed me with an irritated wave of her hand.
“Agnes Browne?” the neanderthal asked again, and Agnes nodded. “One moment.” He turned away and just stood there, looking down.
I pulled at Agnes’ sleeve. “Mom. We need to go. This can’t possibly be the right place.”
She turned to me; an inexplicable look of deep sorrow crossed her face. “Cassie, honey, we are where we’re supposed to be. This is where you must be.”
“Mom, you’re scaring me.” I could deal with Frank Morelli’s shit, but this… I am freaking out!
The bearded, rude guy popped his head back into the car. “I will take you to him.” He opened the driver’s door and motioned for Agnes to get out. Docilely, she went in the back. He got in, folding himself almost in half, eating up the space.
I shifted, looking back at Agnes with panic filled eyes. She smiled at me reassuringly, which did not ease my anxiety. We were alone with a big, scary dude in the middle of fuck knows. He could murder us and discard our bodies, and no one would be the wiser. No amount of smiling will help us then, Agnes.
The car groaned under the man’s considerable weight. The heavy iron gate opened, and he drove through. At first the road was so dark the lights of the old lemon hardly penetrated it, but as we rounded another bend, twinkling lights ahead gave me a glimmer of hope. Which I quelled immediately, because my mind went back to an old horror film, Wrong Turn. This seemed eerily similar.
“His house is up ahead,” the suddenness of his voice made me jump and I muttered a curse. He looked at me sharply. “He’s waiting.”
“Thank you,” Agnes replied.
We stopped in front of a quaint log home, brightly lit from inside. The door opened and a tall and menacing man stepped out onto the porch. He had fiery red hair and a beard to match, and he looked none too friendly.
“Hello Joel,” Agnes said, her voice held a tenderness I’ve never heard before.
“You’d better come inside,” Red Beard said, moving aside to let us through and closed the door firmly behind us.Inside, it was warm and cozy. Unexpectedly so. Colorful rugs covered the floor, matching the plump cushions on the wicker chairs and couches. It was so different from Frank’s ivory palace, which was cold and gleaming, all white and cream. I didn’t like the way the giant man glared daggers at Agnes. He didn’t invite us to sit. His expression was hard to read. I wondered if he was angry or upset or surprised, or maybe all of it. My mother had terrible taste in men - that we’ve established. But if this was one of her exes, we needed to have a serious talk.“Joel…” Agnes began, but stopped short when Red Beard interrupted her.“Whatever it is, Agnes, I don’t want to hear it.” His huge hands opened and closed at his sides; head lowered. He reminded me of a bear right before the attack. But the next thing he said, “You hurt me.” The accusation in his voice made me study him, no
CONNORI was out on a run, the cool evening breeze brushing over us as I let my wolf run free. We needed the release, the escape from the pressures of the day, when the alert from the gate came through about two women asking to see Beta Joel. It piqued my curiosity instantly, because Joel hardly had any visitors, let alone women. But as I approached, I picked up the irresistible scent and Miles went ballistic in my head.I was about to peek through the window when Cassandra opened the door, saw me in wolf form, and screamed. I just had to see her. The pull was instantaneous. Only, she didn’t feel the same, or she was holding back. I sensed her wolf, but it was clear she hadn’t shifted yet.Her mother was human, and I noticed some tension between Joel and her. Could she be his mate? A human woman? I made a mental note to ask him about it in the morning. It was unusual for us werewolves to mate with humans, but it wasn’t unheard of.But there were some serious downsides. We had to stay
CASSANDRAAfter what happened last night, I’m not sure that I’m sane. Maybe I’ve had some mental break after I hit Frank. It’s quite possible. I’ve read about such things. Temporary insanity. In reality, I might be strapped to a bed in some psych ward, and this was all some hallucination. Because I cannot be a werewolf. It’s ludicrous. Werewolves are fiction. What was this? Was I trapped in the Twilight Saga?But what about the voices in my head? I heard the hot guy’s voice as plain as day in my head. Nope, definitely something horribly wrong with me. Unless…Now we’re on our way to the head honcho of this place-pack, whatever. The Alpha. I snickered to myself. I should just go with this insanity and see where it leads. So long as they don’t cut me into little pieces and offer me to the moon goddess or some shit. Yeah, moon goddess. Red Beard or Joel, my supposed father, tried to explain things to me. My head was still reeling. Didn’t understand a word. I’m not speaking to Agnes. Peri
CONNOR"I apologize for Cassie's rude behavior, Connor," Agnes started off as soon as we stepped into my sun-filled office. Agnes touched her forehead slightly, revealing that Cassandra’s behavior had embarrassed her."She's certainly feisty," I said, directing them to be seated on the plush leather chairs. "I understand she doesn't know how to behave in a pack dynamic. You've been living in the city?" It would certainly be a challenge to train Cassandra in all things pack related. Something I looked forward to immensely.Agnes was a beautiful woman, the resemblance to Cassandra obvious. But Cassandra had inherited her father's temperament, unmistakably Joel's daughter. Agnes’ big brown eyes held many secrets, and as she sat with her arms folded across her chest, it was clear she wasn't about to give them up easily. A tight smile forced its way onto her lips.“Yes,” she said. “Cassandra grew up in Miami.”Joel glanced at Agnes from time to time, the tension radiating off him in palpab
CASSANDRAWith the alpha guy yakking to Agnes and Joel, I browsed the books to keep myself busy. I saw some of my favorite authors there, much to my pleasant surprise. Seems like we had something in common. I loved reading. Yeah, I was a nerd. But no one had to know, right? A werewolf nerd. I couldn’t help the insane laughter bubbling up in my throat.“What’s so funny?” a deep, sexy voice asked right behind me.I wheeled around right into the circle of hard, muscled arms. Holy shit! Why was he so close?“Are you creeping up on me, Connor?” I let mild irritation sharpen my tone. I felt flustered, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how flustered he made me feel. Like panty-damping flustered.The damn man smiled, and two dimples appeared on both cheeks. Of course, there would be dimples! As if he wasn’t sexy enough, damn him. And that made him dangerous in my book.“No, I wouldn’t do such a thing. I see you’re admiring my book collection. You like to read?” He wasn’t let
AGNESJoel and I walked to his house in uncomfortable silence. Passersby glanced at us with open curiosity. A human woman at Wolf Creek, unbelievable! I could almost hear their thoughts.It’s not that I expected Joel to welcome me back with open arms, but this—this coldness—it really stung. He had changed from the passionate man who declared his love for me in a whirlwind romance had become this hardened, closed off man. He could hardly look at me and when he did, I couldn’t bear to see the swirling hurt and distrust in his eyes. I did this. I made him this way.I wanted so desperately to fix it. For all our sakes.He held the door open for me, but didn't step inside himself. I called out his name, my voice trembling with hope and uncertainty. "Joel...""I have work to do," he replied, his voice devoid of warmth. He turned to leave, but I couldn't let him go so easily. I reached out and grabbed his arm, pleading with him. "Please, can we talk about it?" There was so much I needed him
Cassandra“I must go back. Agnes would be worried,” I tried to convince Connor. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get rid of me. Don’t know what his deal was. The way he looked at me… like I was his favorite dessert or something. It made me uncomfortable. But I also felt something else. Lust. At least I think that’s what it was. He sat close to me on the couch, his knee touching mine. I twirled the empty glass in my hands, just to do something. If I leaned closer to him…No, hell no! This kind of thinking is a sure-fire way of getting into shit. He’s a goddamn werewolf, for fuck’s sake! Oh, but apparently, I was one as well. Yes, there is that.“They know you’re with me.” he stood suddenly. “Come,” he held out his hand. “Let me show you the training grounds.”My body seemed to have a mind of its own where Connor was concerned. I let him lead me out of the lounge. “Training grounds?” I asked, perplexed. Was this some kind of military center?“Yes. All members of the pack need to train
CONNORMy mind went crazy when I saw Cassandra checking out my guys and Ray flirting back. I was so possessive and jealous; it was intense. It was super unsettling and embarrassing, like a crazy storm of emotions going on.My heart pounded in my ears as I tried to regain my composure. These men, my friends, my brothers, had always been there for me. They were my best fighters, loyal and dedicated. But at that moment, I had this intense urge to rip their throats out for trying to steal Cassandra's attention.‘It's the mate bond, Connor. It can't be helped,’ Miles said. He felt the same surge of possessiveness because of the mate bond. ‘You are their Alpha first.’ Miles continued.I ran my hand over my face, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. I was their alpha first, and they should respect that. But the way Cassandra had looked at me, it had ignited something wild within me, something I couldn't fully control.With a heavy sigh, I made my way down the hallway towards the men's
CassandraConnor left me behind with Stacey to look for some kind of intruder, which I called bullshit on. There was no one there. The blonde bimbo just used an excuse to get him there. What she didn’t expect was that I would accompany him. Fine, she was pretty with bigger boobs than mine and long legs, which I would kill to have. She was also a head taller than me.“It must be difficult for you. Umm, Cassandra, is it?” She looked down her perfect nose at me and all I could think of was how I would love to punch her in her make-up caked face.As if she doesn’t know my name. “What do you mean, it’s difficult for me?”“Oh, with everything, I guess.” She waved a manicured hand in my direction. “I can’t imagine growing up not knowing what you are. Then having to adjust to living in a pack. Must be why Connor feels sorry for you.”“Excuse you? Sorry for me?” Bitch please. I glared at her, my hands on my hips. “I am his mate. He made that clear that I will be his luna.”She gave me a condes
CassandraConnor left me behind with Stacey to look for some kind of intruder, which I called bullshit on. There was no one there. The blonde bimbo just used an excuse to get him there. What she didn’t expect was that I would accompany him. Fine, she was pretty with bigger boobs than mine and long legs, which I would kill to have. She was also a head taller than me.“It must be difficult for you. Umm, Cassandra, is it?” She looked down her perfect nose at me and all I could think of was how I would love to punch her in her make-up caked face.As if she doesn’t know my name. “What do you mean, it’s difficult for me?”“Oh, with everything, I guess.” She waved a manicured hand in my direction. “I can’t imagine growing up not knowing what you are. Then having to adjust to living in a pack. Must be why Connor feels sorry for you.”“Excuse you? Sorry for me?” Bitch please. I glared at her, my hands on my hips. “I am his mate. He made that clear that I will be his luna.”She gave me a condes
I woke to find Connor sitting on the edge of the bed, his back facing me. Reaching out, I touched his shoulder, and he turned his head to look at me. What I didn’t expect to see was the dark frown marring his features. Self-consciously, I covered myself with the blanket. Was he angry? Did I not please him?“Connor?”“This shouldn’t have happened. Did you take your suppressant like I told you to?” his voice was distant, and it shocked me more than a slap in the face. “I hoped to the gods you took your birth control. Although I doubt it would be effective at this stage.”But along with the shock and the hurt came righteous anger and indignation. “Of course I did! Good God! You make it sound like I deliberately seduced you!” I jumped up, taking the blanket along and there it was, the bloodstain on the white sheet, like an accusation.His eyes traveled to the spot and back to me. “Didn’t you, though? Your pheromones were off the charts. I had no control.” His blue eyes narrowed suspicious
CassandraI heard the steel doors clang shut, and it sent a jolt of heat and excitement through my body where I stood underneath the icy shower. He shouldn’t be here. But a part of me was ecstatic that he was, especially the part that was pulsating with want.‘He’s coming for us, honey,’ Sage purred. Her voice sounded smug, as if she planned everything.“You did this.” I accused her. “You made this worse.” My body felt as if I were on fire, the heat pulsing through my nerve endings, electrifying my most intimate parts. One touch and I would certainly combust.‘I might have amped it up a bit. But you’ll thank me later,’ she said with a giggle, and retreated.“Cassie,” Connor burst through the bathroom door, naked and oh, so gorgeous. His eyes glowing with his wolf near the surface. The grittiness in his voice sent a shiver through me, down to my pussy.“Connor…” I turned to him, begging him for help with my eyes. “I don’t know what’s happening,” I moaned. “I’m burning up.”The distance
ConnorStacey’s plump lips brushed against mine. Her body, so soft and pliant in my arms, was as I remembered. I had committed every detail of her to memory, from the sound of her laughter to the way her skin felt against mine, and it used to haunt me relentlessly after our breakup.I was tempted, I won’t lie. Thinking of how her body moved with mine when we used to make love, it was magical. But…“We can’t do this,” I said and pushed her away gently. “I am not a cheater, Stacey.”I ignored the hurt flooding her green eyes. She didn’t reply.Miles exhaled a deep breath of relief. ‘You had me going there for a while, Connor.’“We must head back to the pack.” I looked around for something to cover myself with. Couldn’t go driving around Santa Barbara naked. There were dust covers on the furniture in the living area. I grabbed one and draped it around me like a Roman toga. It was just large enough to cover the important parts. “Let’s go.”On the drive back to Wolf Creek, I kept thinking
Cassandra“What do you mean, you think you killed him?” Joel asked, “Cassie, you’d better explain. Are you running from the authorities?”Were we? I haven’t even given that any thought. “I… I don’t know, don’t think so.” Unless they discover his body. My fingerprints were all over that statue. The visual images of the police executing a nation-wide manhunt for my mother and me had my heart hammering in my chest, making it harder to breathe. Oh, God, I didn’t want to go to jail! Imagine wolfing out in a cell. They would sure as hell shoot me. Or worse, send me to a lab to experiment on.I sank to the floor, gasping for breath.“What’s wrong?” Joel asked, bending over me. “You need water?” He swung around to grab a bottle from the counter and handed it to me.I took careful sips, and gradually my wheezing breath returned to normal. He helped me up and made me sit on a bed.“I just hit him. With a bronze statue. It wasn’t planned or anything. He hurt my mother.” Words just spilled out of
Not wanting to spend any more time with Stacey than was necessary, I introduced her briefly to the staff and hurried to my office to catch up on the administration. Not that there was a lot for me to do, because everyone took pride in their work and there were hardly any problems. I answered emails, ordered supplies where needed and read the reports on the undergoing renovations.A client contacted me regarding a historical building that he wanted us to renovate. I sent him a reply promising him to inspect the site today and let him know if I was interested. Keen to get out of the office and out of Stacey’s way, I finished up quickly and was just about to leave when Shelly called out to me.“Alpha Connor.” She was slightly out of breath when she came waddling over to me, being heavily pregnant. “Stacey will have to accompany you on your inspection. Alpha Troy requested a full report on all the sites.” She propped a checklist into Stacey’s hands and basically shoved her at me. “Have fu
ConnorNow that Cassie was taken care of, I must concentrate on my business. My pack owns three restoration companies in Santa Barbara. It won’t make us billionaires, but we couldn’t complain either. The work was satisfying for those who loved to work with their hands, which a lot of the pack members did. Now that father gave his position as alpha over to me, it was also my responsibility to ensure that business ran smoothly.Every shop had a manager which father trusted implicitly, but I still had to show my face at least once a week to check on operations. I was on my way to my SUV when I ran into Stacy.“Connor, may I speak to you for a minute?” Stacy approached me. She looked stunning, as always, dressed in a light cotton pantsuit that molded her curves in all the right places. Her hair and make-up were faultless despite the sweltering California heat.She would have made an awesome luna. She was elegant, polite, and submissive. If it weren’t for her cheating on me, she would have
CassandraWhat a creepy place! No windows, no way out of here. This is unreal. There’s tinned food in the cabinets, bottled water, even some clothing. Have they prepared for a zombie apocalypse or what? I hate closed spaces. Hopefully, whatever is going on will soon pass and I could get the hell out of here before I lose it.‘Yeah, it’s likely not happening soon,’ Sage yawned. ‘Get some rest.’“Were those wolves in the woods really attracted to my scent, like Connor said?” It’s insane, right?‘What can I say? If you have it, flaunt it. Now hush, I’m sleeping.’This wolf! She was so, so annoying! I threw myself down on a bunk bed and covered my eyes with one arm. Ugh! Why must my life be so complicated?Before I could enjoy my pity party, the steel doors clanged open, and sunlight flooded the space.“Connor?” I sat up in a hurry, filled with expectation, which soon turned into disappointment when I saw who came in.“I brought you some things.” Joel handed me a backpack. “The meds are i