Arthur called his driver to show up and another servant to bring the car he'd driven back home. Once the three of us were in the limo, Arthur knocked on the dividing window. The driver rolled the tinted glass down."Sheffield, take us to my favorite restaurant," Arthur instructed."Of course, sir," the man said with a tip of his hat. He slowly rolled toward the hospital entrance with the blinker on to go left. "Hang on," Taylor began. Sheffield paused instead of pulling out. "I don't want to go out to eat. You two go on ahead of me." "Are you feeling all right?" I asked."Me? Pssssh. Of course! But I want to go to the mall. Please take me there, Sheffield.""Of course, Miss Taylor." As Sheffield pulled out on the highway, I leaned over to Taylor and asked, "How come you don't want to join us?""You get to see my beautiful face all the time," she joked, holding her hands up perching, pretending to be a model. "You don't need to drag me along." She and I sha
"Table for three, please," Arthur said to the host. I could tell he was still wound up, but his face didn't betray him. His expression barely moved from his usual flat affect, even during the taunting match. "Of course, Mr. Morgan. Would you like your usual one by the window?""That would be perfect." His voice was back to the narration tone which made me relieved. Table for three meant Taylor would be joining us instead of being picked up at the mall. I felt assured imagining the three of us together enjoying a meal. We'd been through a whirlwind of activity in the past twenty-four hours. We needed a chance to relax. The host wiped our seats. Then he pulled the chair out for me. I slipped onto the seat. Then Arthur sat and picked up the rolled napkin.I watched what he did with the cloth napkin and the silverware. Take out the utensils. Place them to the left and right. Put the cloth napkin on the lap. I was in the middle of copying him when the waitress
"What are you talking about when you say arch nemesis?" I asked, thoroughly engaged as Jessica joined Anthony and me on the couch. "Kingston, Arthur's stepbrother. It goes way back to his days as a pup. It has to do with their joined families.""What happened?" I asked, sitting with my chin in my palm. My eyes were glued to her, and I was on the edge of my seat. This was the riveting story I'd been dreaming of. My heart was pounding against my chest. "Arthur's father was killed when he was young. His mother wound up with another wolf from AzureSky Pack. ""Okay," I said. "What does that have to do with Kingston?" "After Arthur's mother remarried and formed a new family, she abandoned Arthur. Arthur has been managing the ShadowClaw Pack on his own.”"I understand, but why rivalry?" I inquired. "Kingston believed it was Arthur's mother who forced his parents to divorce. Consequently, Kingston harbors resentment toward Arthur. Several years ago, he, along with
At first, I was tongue-tied. I hadn't expected her to put the microscope on me so abruptly. "Let's be honest here. Haven't you had your eye on Arthur?" she asked, motioning to him when I didn't answer. My chest tightened in astonishment as I scoffed. Carefully, I assessed the situation to make sure I kept my emotions to a minimum. She'd remember any weakness I showed. I figured she was asking to see if I'd squirm, but she was in for her own surprise. I wasn't going to be silent. As I was about to speak, Arthur butted in."Pipe down, Catherine," he insisted. "There's nothing going on between us." For a second, I felt derailed. Our relationship really wasn’t much—he wasn’t wrong about that. What am I even fantasizing about? I sighed."To answer your question," I interjected, "I don't have a mate, but I plan to find someone who is suitable for me in the future."Catherine stared at me. I noticed that Arthur's mouth turned down slightly in disappointment. That w
I inhaled in surprise. At first, I was shocked... but his impulsive action turned me on. Without a word, he kissed me again. I couldn't help but be swayed by his spontaneous show of affection. Standing on my tiptoes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.At first, things were slow. A few kisses with our lips, playfully fluttering over one another but then he wanted more. As my mouth opened our tongues touched gently. I gasped in astonishment. It was intense. I had never kissed quite like this before. Feeling the tip of his warm tongue on mine sent shivers throughout my body. Rolls of excitement filled my stomach and I couldn't help but smile against his lips. He held my face and ran his fingers through my hair. Then he picked me up and brought me to our special room.It was like his hands couldn't stand to leave my body. He reached to the back of my dress and unzipped it. I let it fall to the floor. His expression was almost one of pain as he gazed at me. He
When I arrived at Arthur's favorite restaurant, I entered from the cold rain. It was a relief to be inside where it was warm and dry. I shook then folded my umbrella and asked the host where Arthur was."He's over there, Miss Ophelia.""Thanks."He was at the same table we had sat at after the hospital and Leo fiasco. A few tables down, I noticed someone else nearby. My heart sank. It was Catherine. "Arthur, don't sit there alone. Please come and join me." She waved to him as I stood next to him. Was she doing this just because I showed up when I did? "Do you think I have nothing better to do than sit down and eat steak with you? I'm a busy Alpha."Catherine's face flushed and her cheeks became instantly rosy in embarrassment. She turned her head and went back to her drink. "Let's not wait any longer. Bring him up," Arthur said. I looked up at him for a clue about what was about to happen. "What's going on?" I asked but I could tell that whatever he had
Ophelia's POV Arthur sneered and regarded Leo as if he were something revolting that had stuck to the bottom of his shoe. I shared that sentiment entirely. "This isn't about romantic conquest," he replied in a carefully controlled tone, his hand curling into a fist underneath the table. "If Leo had brought her flowers and written her a love poem, we wouldn't be having this conversation." "So what's it about then?" Catherine asked, gesturing to her cousin theatrically, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "What is so terrible about Leo? Why break his leg if you don't care whether or not he's interested in your sweet Ophelia?" I cast a nervous glance around the room. The other diners were staring in fascination at the tableau before them. I suppressed the urge to wave at one man, whose stare was of such an intensity that he looked as if his eyes were ready to bulge right out of their sockets. "What is wrong with you?" Arthur growled, finally losing some of his famous compo
Arthur's POV As I headed back toward my pack my mind whirled in confusion. And on the subject of Ophelia: what did I feel for her? I tried to tell myself that she was my breeder and nothing more. It was strictly an employer-employee relationship. If I felt protective of her it was because she was my responsibility, nothing more. And besides, she obviously cared for and got along well with, Taylor. So what was wrong with ensuring that she remained healthy and safe? Absolutely nothing was wrong with that, I assured myself as I made a left turn, straining to see the road in the darkness. I needed to focus on work. There was a reason I didn't have a Luna. It was a distraction I could ill afford. Allowing myself to worry over Ophelia was just as bad as if I had a true Luna, I admitted ruefully. I was being ridiculous. As I rounded the corner, I noticed a car creeping up behind mine. It was late, and I immediately became suspicious. It was unusual for another car to be out in