Estel POV“It’s pink,” Ada, my wolf, grumbled. When I pulled into the circle drive, we could see into the giant windows along the front of the once forgotten resort hotel.It was atrocious. It looked like the inside of a pepto bismol bottle. It was painfully pink. Who the hell paints walls this color? Not even an accent wall, but all the walls, from floor to ceiling. And then the ceiling’s dirty glass skylights were reflecting the offensive pink back, the sunlight sneaking in giving the higher part of the wall the image of being scribbled over with a highlighter.It sucked.“And you have to act like you’re here to view the property to put it on the market,” Ada snickered. “No one wants to buy this shitty eyesore.”She was right. Even if I was a real realtor, this would be a freakishly hard sell. The amount of work that went into painting the inside was such a waste. Graffiti would have looked better than this. Giant penises and boobs would have been less assaulting to my eyes.“Well.
Chloe POV“Bets are simple,” I said, pacing around the green felt table with a que stick in my hands. “If you win, I’ll sit out, playing the loyal, boring doll you both want me to be.”Miles growled. “I never said I wanted you to be a doll.”“Sex doll, maybe,” Mick muttered under his breath. I chose to ignore him.“Neither of you needed to say it. It’s clear you would rather me stay here in the pack house and be worthless than be out there helping you. That’s why you weren’t telling me shit.”“We weren’t telling you shit because we were protecting you from-”“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I waved my hand to stop Mick’s repetitive argument. “Say what you want. I get it. I really do. I’m just not willing to give in without a fight.”“I’ll fight you right now,” Mick stepped up, pressing his chest to mine. A tremor ran down my body, feeling his heat. “Forget playing pool. I’ll fight you right now, and we can end this for good. An all-out brawl.”“Ah, you’re cute,” I smacked his cheek with my palm.
“Would you like to break?” I smirked, chalking the end of my stick and blowing on its tip.The corner of Miles’s lips quirked up as he leaned against his pole, knuckles white while gripping it steady. “You go ahead.”“He has no idea what he’s in for,” I giggled to my wolf.“I don’t know. He doesn’t look worried at all.”“Neither were the guys when I first got to Broom StiXXX.” I had their man panties in my hands plenty of times after that.“I’m telling you, this is a bad idea,” Mick growled, watching with his back pressed against the wall.I stared at Miles to see if his brother was convincing him to change his mind, but he just motioned for me to go.Leaning over the table, I lined up the shot, and right when I was about to take it, Miles said, “I’m going to bend you over just like that before plowing into you from behind.”It was too late for me to stop my momentum, and the white ball went flying towards the others. It hit in the wrong spot, and though they still broke, only one str
Mick cheered loudly. “Fuck yeah! That was fucking awesome!” He high-fived his brother, then threw his arms in the air, carrying on until he looked at me. I don’t know what sort of expression I was making, but his cheerfulness slipped away pretty quickly.Miles tossed his cue stick to Mick, then marched over to me. I tried to smile to congratulate him, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was working hard not to stomp on his foot and call for Lenny to help bash heads.“You won,” I said dejectedly. “Guess I’ll be stuck in my office for the foreseeable future.”Miles pressed his chest to mine, not saying a word. He just peered down at me with an intense look on his face.“What? You want to bend me over the table right now?” I scoffed. I was getting pissed thinking about the loss. “Can we take a rain check? If someone hadn’t cheated at the start, you couldn’t be this smug, you pompous, too-tall jerk.”His mouth twitched. “Too tall?”He was standing over me, and it just slipped out. “Don’
Estel POV“And this, as you can see,” the sly, suit-wearing man extended his arms, turning in a half circle, “is the commercial kitchen. Fully functional. I can confirm that the stove is vastly capable of cooking up delicious dishes. Just at lunchtime, our chef whipped up a few fabulous beef wellingtons. The creamed potatoes and steamed carrots were divine.”“Looks great!” I tried not to show my distaste for the pink paint slathered on the greasy walls. It’s obvious whoever was painting this area stopped trying to impress the snobbish Luna. They probably didn’t think she would ever set foot in here.By the look on her face, I can see she’s not too happy with the rushed paint job either. I braced myself for a meltdown, but she just gritted her teeth and stayed vehemently silent."There is an excellent view of the pool from the chef's office. The kitchen has a capacity too...."I mindlessly nodded along and wrote down random tidbits of what he was saying on my clipboard. I've been doin
I hesitated, weary of his touch. It was a kind, gentlemanly gesture, but something about his hand stretched towards me made my stomach turn.“Estel, this feels like a trap,” Kai urged. “Even Rodger is saying to call it. Beau too. Nothing about this seems right.”That pull tugged and pulled deep in my soul. My heart was beating wildly. Not from fear of going down into the dark basement, but at the thought of not and risking never finding out what this pull was trying to take me too.“Not yet,” I told Kai. “I have to do this.”With a new found confidence, I took his hand. Mr. Smith gripped it firmly, a sly smile on his face.“My dear. Watch your step.”A deep hissing vibrated in the air, throwing me off. Where was it coming from?Then I looked at his cane, pressed to the step below us, descending before us. Mr. Smith was using it to balance, gripping it tightly. Almost as tightly as he was gripping my hand. When I stared at the ornamental snake head in his grasp, the jeweled eyes gleame
Mick POVLenny looked exhausted when we emerged from the old rec room. I had forgotten he was outside, keeping watch like he promised Chloe he would.“Uh, hey,” I smiled sheepishly, looking at his disgusted face.He narrowed his eyes at me, then looked at Chloe’s sleeping face as Miles carried her out. His eyes softened a bit.“I’ll be washing out my ears and throwing up for the next hour. Call me if you need me. If she needs me.” He then walked off, seriously looking ready to puke.“I forgot he was there,” Miles said.“Me too. I’m surprised he stayed.”Miles suddenly looked horrified. “Do you think he… he heard her?”I scoffed. “He heard all of us. Why do you think he said he was going to wash out his ears?”“Fuck.” He pulled Chloe tighter against his body, like he was shielding her for some reason.“Lighten up, you fucking prude. It’s not the first time you’ve done a live show for someone.”“That was different,” Miles growled.I chuckled under my breath. “He may be unmated, but he
“Huh?” I strained and struggled to focus. It made my head hurt worse, but eventually the fuzzy shapes started to come into view.“Please, Boyd! Please!”A woman, so pretty, with hair the color of a warm sunset was the first to come into view. Her eyes were a deep honey color, not quite brown, but too rich to be hazel.I was stunned. Too stunned. I didn’t register anything else but her for so long. Not until the floor started to crumble above, and she ducked, looking at the ceiling in panic.“SHIT!” She screamed.I frantically looked around. I was still in the torture room in the basement, smelling like piss and vomit. This woman wasn't familiar at all. I can’t recall seeing her any other time. I know I got hit on the head pretty hard, but I would definitely remember seeing someone like her in a place like this.A thunderous explosion suddenly shook the room. I could hear the beastly snarls and vicious sounds of fighting all around. The ceiling was shaking, along with the walls.“Boyd!