I used to tease Logan that he and Aurelia couldn’t be left alone in his office, or they’d get no work done because of all their fucking. He would flip me off and tell me to wait. I fully understand why none of my friends share an office space with their mates, and I don’t think I can do this. My lab at the office is spacious when it’s just me, but with Persephone in here, I feel like I’m in a closet. She’s both too far and too close.
It wouldn’t be a big deal if this were my bunker lab. I could touch Persephone as much as she’d let me without worrying about someone watching and what it could do to her future in this industry. But we are in the Silvercloud HQ, and I don’t want to do anything that risks the reason she’s here. She didn’t come here to find her mate. She came here for this opportunity with my company. So despite what Jaci and I want, I’ve tried to ignore her scent and the pull of the bond.
I’m both grateful and annoyed that Shikoba sent that text that interrupted our kiss earlier. She was right to remind me that this is a business, and we shouldn’t be doing that here. And as much as I wanted to go into the system and turn off the cameras in my lab, I didn’t. It would look suspicious if anyone paid enough attention. I already have Shikoba asking me what’s going on with my intern. I don’t need more people asking questions.
Thankfully I got a chunk of the coding done for my med-bot. Having a task to focus on was helping, for the most part. It didn’t stop me from being hyper-aware of Persephone’s presence in my lab. And I couldn’t help but glance over my shoulder every so often to look at her. More times than not, I would catch her looking back at me, and we’d both be embarrassed that we got caught and look away.
This happened to be one of those moments, though the reason I’d turned was less to do with my attraction and more with the gurgling noise emanating from her side of the room. If this were someone else making those sounds like anyone in the pack’s stomach, I’d have wrinkled my nose and asked if they needed an exorcist or something along those lines. Yeah, I got it bad if her stomach gurgles are cute.
“Hungry?” I asked with a smile as she blushed, holding her hand over her stomach.
“I may have forgotten to eat this morning. And the donuts and coffee they offered weren’t all that appetizing.” Persephone confessed.
“Why didn’t you eat this morning?” I asked because anyone that leaves the packhouse hungry should see a doctor. Mrs. Carmichael makes delicious food and plenty of it. “I know there is always a great spread of food where you’re staying.”
“Jet lag and an impromptu run left me without enough time to eat. It was either eat and come to work still in the clothes I traveled in or skip breakfast to take a shower and change.” Persephone shrugged, still blushing.
I love seeing that soft stain of pink on her cheeks. I wish she were blushing for something other than the embarrassment of being hungry. For example, I can’t help but wonder if she’ll turn the same shade of pink when aroused or post-sex. I shook my head slightly because I should NOT let my mind go down that path. If I start thinking about sex with Persephone, I will be sporting wood for the rest of the day. It’s not a good look and would make the rest of the day uncomfortable.
I nodded and didn’t press why she went on the run. We must be cautious about what we talk about here for the sake of werewolf secrecy. I assume the run is because her wolf wanted to stretch her legs after a long flight from Italy. I can’t blame her for that. Jaci would be going stir-crazy if we had to travel that far. He gets stir-crazy if I spend too long in my bunker.
“Gotcha.” I nodded and checked the time. “No wonder your stomach is growling. It’s way past lunchtime. Come on, let’s grab something to eat.” I suggested locking down my computer.
“Sounds good to me. Is there a cafeteria in the building? Or are we going somewhere nearby?” She asked, following my lead as she locked her computer.
“Well, there is a company cafeteria. I tend not to eat there when I’m here.” I shrugged, putting my hand on the small of her back as I guided her out of the office.
Was I looking for an excuse to touch her? Duh. Her back stiffened for a half second when my hand pressed against her, but she quickly relaxed into my touch. So I’m not the only one who wanted the excuse to be physically closer.
“Why don’t you eat at the cafeteria? Is the food bad?” Persephone asked as we got into the elevator.
“No. I’m sure the food here is great. I’m the outcast of Silvercloud.” I shrugged.
I still found it hilarious that the boss is the pariah of his own company. I’m sure people would be nicer to me if they knew who I really am, but this is much more entertaining. Shit, that reminds me, I need to tell Persephone who I am. Like who I really am. I hope she’s not going to be pissed at me or anyone else for never telling her that Delta Jonathan is Jonathan Silvercloud, founder and CEO of Silvercloud.
I can’t tell her my real identity here at the office—too many eyes and ears. The last thing I want or need is the public eye’s scrutiny. I’m not like John and Logan, who can handle it. Maybe I can tell her at lunch, or I can tell her on the drive back to Bloodmoon.
“Why would you be an outcast? The way Kurt and Isis talk about you, it sounded like you’re one of the most liked people in town.” Persephone frowned.
“To them, I’m the most liked person. Here I’m, the guy that’s caused a few minor fires.” I chuckled. “They worry every time I come into the office.”
“Justifiably, Weaver.” Reed Hill stated in his monotone voice as he and the girl from earlier stepped into the elevator. “You should find out if they will reassign your mentor, young lady. Weaver is nothing but trouble, and associating with him will only reflect poorly on you later.”
“Always nice to see you, Reed.” I greeted him with a bright smile. “You just light up every room you enter with your warm and welcoming personality.”
“I can’t imagine Jonny causing trouble. I thought he was very charming.” The girl, I can’t remember her name, batted flirty eyes at me.
I really should remember her name. She’s a werewolf from another pack that had to get express permission from Logan to work here as an intern as this is Bloodmoon territory. But I can’t bring myself to give a shit. She’s pissing off my mate, and I don’t like it.
“Thank you for that totally unsolicited professional advice. So you can take your Malfoy vibes elsewhere. I enjoy working with him.” Persephone rolled her eyes with a dismissive wave of her hand at Reed.
“Play nice, Persephone.” I snickered, resisting the urge to pull her closer. Reed does remind me of Lucius Malfoy from the books.
“I see you two have gotten cozy,” Mila commented. “I didn’t know inter-office relationships were allowed.”
“They are highly frowned upon. Especially in such circumstances. You better watch yourself, or you and your blonde bimbo will be on the street.” Reed scoffed.
‘Kill him. Kill him now.’ Jaci snarled.
I was on board with Jaci’s plan because Reed was cruising for a bruise. That much was for sure. I was ready to reply, but Persephone beat me to it.
“Are you jealous that my blonde hair is natural while yours clearly comes from a bottle?” Persephone snorted. “And watch whom you’re calling a bimbo. I earned my spot as an intern here, and nothing will stand in my way of turning this internship into a full-time job.”
Wow, it still amazes me how passionate my mate is about working here. And once again, I hope she doesn’t get upset when she finds out who I am. I don’t want her to think she was given special treatment in her placement. I’ll explain to her how I blind assess the submissions for new interns, so at no point in the process did I know she had even submitted. She is here on her merit, not because of who she knows or is related to.
“Now, excuse us. We are taking our lunch break.” Persephone shouldered past Reed as she walked out of the elevator with the poise you’d expect of a Beta-born wolf.
“Well, it was nice to see you, Reed. Good luck with your intern. Hopefully, you are teaching her things that are relevant to the workplace.” I shrugged as I hurried out after Persephone.
“You good?” I asked when I finally caught up to my long-legged mate.
“He’s an asshole. And do not get me started on that Mila flirt.” Persephone growled. “How can management hire people like that? The company website makes Silvercloud sound like this great place to work that’s accepting and open to all. Yet day one, I meet jerks like that?” She frowned, pointing her thumb over her shoulder to where Reed and Mila stepped out of the elevator.
“We only hire the best and brightest here,” I explained.
“Reed’s personality may be lacking, but he has a brilliant mind. Everyone is here for what they can bring to the table, and Reed gets along with his peers in his division, which is most important for the teamwork side of things. I don’t need him to like them.” I shrugged.
“And Mila?” Her blond brow arched as we walked out of the building.
“Who’s Mila?” I asked half-seriously because I would keep forgetting that girl’s name.
Persephone laughed, and shit, I love the sound. “Are you fucking with me? Placating me? Or do you honestly forget the names of every pretty woman that flirts with you?”
“I’m not fucking with you. I wouldn’t be insincere enough to say something to appease you. And the only pretty woman I want flirting with me is you. So unless I have to remember names because they are pack, I don’t care who they are.” I assured her as I led her away from the office.
I must have said something right because just as we had gotten out of the line of sight to the building, Persephone pulled me by my shirt and kissed me. We aren’t in the office, so we can’t get called out for being inappropriate before, and we aren’t going to just run into anyone from the pack to taunt me about kissing in public. I’m certainly not going to protest a little PDA.
I only pulled back from her lips because her stomach growled again. We both snickered and smiled. “Come on. Let’s get you fed before your stomach rumble gets mistaken for an earthquake or pending eruption of a nearby volcano.” I taunted, slipping my hand into hers.
It was rather endearing that Jonathan kept forgetting Mila’s name. I don’t even care if he does so intentionally or not. She can eat her heart out. I may mean that literally because he’s mine. She’s a werewolf, so she better start respecting that. If she doesn’t, we are going to have serious problems. ‘You know what would put her in her place.’ Sara commented as we entered a little bistro a couple of blocks from the office. ‘Kicking her ass?’ I offered. ‘Well, that could help. But the best way to get any she-wolf to leave our mate alone is to mark him.’ Sara licked her lips. I couldn’t help it. I looked at Jonathan’s neck and tried to picture a mark there. I’m Beta by blood, but he is a Delta. So, whose mark would it be? Would his neck bear the Fayte dove, or would it be his family’s mark? That made me ponder his family’s mark, and more than that, I wanted to know more about him. I only know a little from what others have told me. “What’s your family like?” I found myself b
Shit, shit, shit! I quickly got up from the booth as my future ran out the door dragging her sister behind her. Scott at least had the self-awareness to look remorseful. “I…” He opened his mouth but quickly shut it when I glared at him. “You pick up the tab. I need to chase down my mate and hope to Goddess that she forgives me.” I growled, jabbing my finger into Scott’s chest. “And you get to answer to Logan for your slip.” My identity is supposed to be a fucking secret. It has been that way since I launched the company. The only way someone outside the pack finds out who I am is because they are mated to someone in the pack. The only tiny sliver of gratification I got was how pale Scott turned when I said he’d have to answer to Logan. ‘She’s our mate, and your dumbass couldn’t find time in the conversation, like when she asked about your family to mention you’re Silvercloud?’ Jaci scolded me. ‘If you ruined things with our mate, I’m not forgiving you, and we are beating Scott so ba
I will blame the mate bond, and it was screwing my emotions. It’s the only explanation I have for my strong reactions to things that are not me. There was a logical reason he went by Weaver at the office. And it makes a lot of sense. People would treat him differently if they knew he was Silvercloud. For example, Reed would undoubtedly have a 180 change of attitude. He’s damn lucky Jonathan is as easygoing as Kurt and Isis said. I can’t imagine any other boss, undercover or not, would accept that kind of treatment. And while it might make jerks like him rethink their treatment of Jonathan, it would also make bitches like Mila fawn over him more than they already do. That girl was getting on my last nerve. At least THREE times after lunch, she “accidentally” came to our lab and needed directions. Every time I had to clench my jaw not to speak or growl or, more likely, snarl at the bitch. It’s good that I heal because I’ve dug my nails into my palms in sheer frustration. Each time Jona
When we stepped out of the elevator, I’d been excited to leave and spend time with Persephone far from the office. But, of course, that was impeded by Shikoba. The other staff that saw her snag me by the collar probably assumed I was in trouble for something. While no one in the building but Shikoba and now Persephone knows who I am, they all know that Shikoba is the eyes and ears of the mysterious Silvercloud. “Want to tell me what’s going on with the intern?” Shikoba signed as she narrowed her eyes at me. “Not really.” I shrugged and signed back to keep our conversation private. Usually, if she is dealing with someone, it’s done through a text-to-speech device I designed for her. I’m working on a side project at the moment, which, if Shikoba is down, would involve an implant in her brain that would instead take her thoughts, and the computer would speak them, eliminating her from even having to type. It will be groundbreaking once I get it perfected. “Right, because you randomly
Riding in Jonathan’s Aston Martin DB5 erased all my troubles about Mila from my mind. Hard to think about annoying bitches that want my mate when I’m in a car like this. And while it was fun to tease him about him coming to Incubi, I never even considered that an option. If I were in line to be Beta of Nebrodi, I’d have fought for my rank. But I don’t have a rank and wouldn’t dream of taking him away from his role as Delta.Every trouble I had melted away on the drive back to Bloodmoon. Nothing else mattered between being in this car and talking about our future. I was excited to get to the packhouse because we’d let others know we were mates. I’ll have to video call my family back in Sicily. I would say I don’t know who will be more excited at this news, but I already knew it would be André.
I felt terrible for Hana. Honestly, I do, but at the same time, she knows I’m not her mate, and I can’t and won’t fault Persephone for what she did. Show me a werewolf who would shrug off someone throwing themselves at their mate, especially their unmarked mate, and I’ll show you that you’re really on a movie set, and it’s just make-believe. No werewolf would be chill about that. Mila was bad enough trying to touch and flirt with me. But she didn’t push the limit of Persephone’s patience by trying to kiss me. Even if I knew Hana would kiss my cheek, Persephone didn’t. I’m glad Logan and Aurelia didn’t get angry at Persephone. Not that I’d have expected Aurelia to, she was the first person to put Hana in her place. Plus, she’s had to put horny bitches in their place when it comes to Logan. She understands all too well that you can’t let others try to force themselves between you and your mate. And while it’s a hard lesson, it’s one Hana needs to learn. So I might have left Persephone
I now have one more reason to want Mila dead. And while Logan and Jonathan are not as concerned that she even knows him as Jonny Weaver, I am. She upped her flirting after he introduced himself. She’s fixated on him, and I don’t like it. And no, it’s not just because he’s MINE, and I will cut a bitch for trying to get between us. Knowing who he is, not just to the company but to Bloodmoon, makes him a high-profile target. Then add in finding out she’s from the pack that destroyed his pack. Yeah, so many red flags are waving. At least Logan and Jonathan had plans to monitor her. I remember Cillian from the war in Sicily. He was with the others from Bloodmoon, looking for his mate. I don’t remember if he found one, but I know he fought well. He didn’t get himself in trouble like that guy, Clement. I wonder what happened to him after he came back to Bloodmoon. Not enough to ask or look for him. “I’ll also ask Shikoba to impose additional restrictions on Mila’s access to the building. I
Typically, I’m a distracted eater. So no one thinks twice about me sitting down, loading my plate, and digging in without much conversation. They always chalk it up to my brain going a mile a minute, and I’m probably eager to get back to my lab. And they would be right. But tonight is different. I still want to get to my lab, though not to work. Today I’m in a hurry to fuck or at least fool around with my mate. “Is everything okay?” Delilah asked. “Was there some urgent pack business?” She cocked her head, blinking innocent green eyes at me like she hadn’t just cock blocked me a few moments ago. “It’s fine, Delilah. It’s being handled.” Persephone answered her sister. Mikali arched his eyebrow from his seat at the table. I doubt it escaped his attention that Delilah’s question was directed at me, but Persephone answered instead. Annai was giving me a similar look while still managing to stuff her face. I won’t call her out on how much she’s got on her plate. She’s pregnant, and if I
I can’t believe it’s been over three years since I met Mila. Who knew being assigned to spy on someone could change one’s life so completely? Okay, yes, Sadria Kearney and Alison Blaire know just how much such an assignment can alter the course of your life. It was on a similar assignment that they met Azriel and Colby Delaney. And their brother Darren can certainly attest to how a war and crazy power-hungry assholes can bring someone to where they always belonged. I spent a lifetime feeling like I would never find my place in this world. It took being sent to spy on a spy to find it, but my place was always meant to be at Mila’s side, and years of performing odd jobs around a pack prepared me to be an Aleph. I should have had more faith in the Goddess when I always felt like I was struggling to tread water in the various roles. Each gave me insight and the knowledge to be a good Aleph in Demonclaw. The first year was a struggle. Harley and Trace didn’t have mates, so I worked with t
“Ah need ta see if ya taste as good as ya smell.” His husky voice was muffled against my abdomen as he lowered the thong. I’m lucky I’m still standing, and he wants to eat me out? While I’m in heels? I can’t see this going well, but I’m also too worked up to argue. My legs moved on their own, stepping out of the white thong. When my knees felt like they would buckle, I was suddenly scooped off the ground. I blinked and realized I was in Cillian’s arms, held against his bare chest. “Dinna want ya to fall.” He smiled as he carried me to the bed and set me on the edge. “Yes, that would have put a damper on the evening.” I agreed, licking my lips as I was at eye level with his abs, my eyes focused on the growing bulge in his dress pants. “Ya can finish stripping me later. Ah told ya Ah need ta taste ya.” Cillian waved a finger at me when I reached for his belt. “Have it your way, but if I finish stripping you, we could both get a taste,” I suggested with a smirk because he’s no
The law about heirs needing to complete their oath before mating needs to be revised and updated. I can change that later, but till I took that oath, I had to play my part and not rock the boat. And honestly, rocking a boat was not what was on my mind as Cillian and I ducked away from the festivities. Laws, restructuring, rebuilding, and generally all things Alpha-related are the last thing on my mind. We hadn’t mated in the week since Lucian died for many reasons. The law was low on that list. I needed to run the pack. There was a lot of damage caused, and many were injured, and some even killed. We had to plan funerals, including one for Lucian, and I had to speak as the next Alpha. I had to budget and prioritize the rebuilding efforts. Thankfully out of guilt, Incubi and Bloodmoon offered restitution for the damage caused. And then there is my mother and the cure, but Reed and Jonny both seemed uninterested in me helping, always telling me I had other things I should handle. No
I did NOT think this through. No matter the situation or cost, I wanted Mila when I scented her. But now, as I’m sitting on a bed in the Demonclaw Packhouse dressed in a black suit and gold tie, the cost is readily apparent. To be with Mila, I need to do something I never thought I would do. I need to leave my pack. Sheila was the first FireWolf to join another pack since the attack. Mary went to Silverclaw, but she left because her Bloodmoon mate was offered the role of Beta. Maureen went to Silverclaw when she found her mate Devon Green there. And now I’m going to leave to be Aleph of Demonclaw. Yes, I’m borrowing the title Darren took. There is no way I’m letting anyone call me ‘Luna Cillian.’ I was ready to knock out the other Demonclaw heirs, Harley, Trace, and Kanti, when they laughed and called me Luna. I didn’t hit them. I should have. But I did growl and tell them that the proper term for the male mate of an Alpha is Aleph. I told them if they have a problem with that title
I was so thankful we got to the packhouse in time to save my mom. All that goodwill faded when I felt the pain of my father’s demise. The whole pack felt the loss, and I could hear their howls in my head as they mourned their Alpha, unaware he was a monster. I should be crying, sobbing, or something. Right? Yet even though I choked out the news to Cillian, I couldn’t muster a tear. Of course, it hurts. He was my father and Alpha. But I can’t bring myself to express that pain. He was willing to kill my mother, his mate, and for what? Power. He never cared about the cure. He only wanted Weaver… er, Silvercloud’s talent. I only agreed to any of this nonsense because he said it was for her. Cillian may have told me it was alright to cry, but I didn’t want to. Lucian Đurić does NOT deserve my tears. He doesn’t deserve anyone’s tears. I might feel different later, but I can only muster indifference at his death right now. I have more important matters to attend to. With his death, I am Al
I was left dumbfounded with her taste still on my lips. It wasn’t enough. Not even by a long shot. I’d come here looking to be near her. I wasn’t planning to interact with her. Only to watch from afar. But then she pulled me into the stairwell, and having her touch me, even in a situation that shouldn’t be erotic, was. And that kiss… fuck me. Literally, I wanted her to fuck me. I don’t know which is worse: she ran off when she heard other people on the stairs or tried to use an Alpha command to make me leave. If you ask my blue balls, it’s the former. Conchobar isn’t happy about the latter. He feels slighted that our mate would try to use her rank to command us to do anything. As her mate, her command wouldn’t have worked anyways, so it’s more that she’d try to use it. Personally, both hurt. It hurt that Mila would flee so quickly, even if her parting words were trying to protect me. It hurt that she’d give up so easily. Am I not worth fighting to be with? I’d willingly fight at her
I am seriously over this game. I may be a good actress, but I LOATHE it. I loathe making a total fool of myself, especially over someone like Jonny Weaver. My stomach churns every time I have to force myself to smile and flirt with him. All I want to do is puke on or punch him since his father isn’t around to take the brunt of my repressed anger. I shouldn’t transfer my anger from the father to the son. Weaver had nothing to do with what his father did. It would be like someone putting my father’s sins on me. It isn’t fair. I at least don’t look like my father. Thank the Goddess for that. However, I have reason enough to be at least annoyed with Weaver. And Persephone, for that matter. I’d thought I’d been clear enough, given enough hints without outright telling them to mark so I could stop this charade. Yet instead of a mark, they show up to work with hickeys. What the fuck is wrong with them?! Anyone else would have taken my overly forward advances as a reason to complete the bond
Coming out to the camp and putting even more distance between me and Mila was supposed to be a good idea. I’d driven here and even unpacked in my counselor’s cabin. Yet I can’t shake this feeling that I’m not where I belong or should be. ‘Because our place is where our mate is.’ Conchobar unhelpfully commented. I rolled my eyes and hurried to catch up with the kids from my assigned cabin at their canoe activity. I’d already missed a day of activities. Thankfully there are always two counselors assigned to a cabin. When I arrived today, Fion at least wasn’t surprised. I assumed our parents told him I would be coming. He pointed me to my cabin and told me where my campers would be. I hurried down the hill to the lake and spotted the campers in the red shirts with the other counselor. They were easy to spot amongst the different groups by the lake for activities. My fellow counselor, Elyse Moore, a brunette who was all legs in her khaki shorts despite being short, was helping campers
I managed to mostly shake the feeling that someone was in that apartment after we left. I at least didn’t feel like I was being watched. Well, I still have the paranoid feeling that someone is watching me. My father doesn’t trust me to do this, so someone reports my movements to him. I’ve been going through all the possibilities of who could easily track my movements in the office, and my only conclusion is someone in security. When I entered the building with my fellow interns, I narrowed my gaze at the security guards, pondering which could be working for my father. None of them were werewolves… wait, I’m wrong. There is a werewolf among the guards. I don’t remember seeing him yesterday. Maybe he arrived later than me or while I was doing that boring intern orientation. I glared at the objectively handsome male as I passed him. He wasn’t from Demonclaw. His scent was that of Bloodmoon. Could my father have paid off someone from within Bloodmoon? Either way, he’s now the most lik