Chapter 9
I hated Fangmore City. It was so busy, like barely contained chaos. The unending movement and activity reminded me of a bag of snakes. I never fit in when I was there, even though over eighty percent of the population were wolf shifters.
Perhaps that was why I hated it so much. All along the streets and alleys, shifters padded or sprinted along, getting where they needed to go in their wolf form. It made the giant city eerily quiet. There was none of the noise pollution from cars and buses that human or mixed cities had. Seeing them go about their day as wolves reminded me of what I was missing. Regardless of whether or not it was my decision, it was always a sore spot.
Zoe had teleported me to a spot a few blocks from the studio offices where the auditions were being held. That forced me to walk the rest of the way. The sounds of wolf feet on pavement, the panting of breath, and the smell of fur gave me the feeling of being inexplicably out of place.
A massive bus pulled slowly up the street. The magic-electric hybrid shuttled a few of the humans and other creatures who shared the city with the wolf population. I hurried alongside it. A massive vinyl-wrap picture was plastered on the side. Von Thornton’s gleaming vampire smile and glittering eyes were aimed right at me. Season thirty-one! Coming soon! The bright-red letters beside his face proclaimed. Beside that was the signature logo of The Reject Project—a red full moon with a howling wolf’s head in black silhouetted against it.
Gritting my teeth in determination, I quickened my pace and found the studio. Once inside the building, I finally took a breath. The male receptionist behind a large desk glanced lazily at me before turning back to his computer.
“Um, hi, I’m not sure if you’re who I need to talk to, but–”
Without looking up, he cut me off by pointing to the elevators. “Top floor. Second door on the right.”
I frowned. “I’m sorry?”
With a dramatic, heaving sigh, he pulled his eyes from his computer. “You’re here to audition.” It was a statement, not a question.
Taken aback, I blinked. “Well, yes. For the Reject–”
“Project. Yeah, yeah. Like I said, top floor, second door on the right. You’ll need to sign a waiver. They have a whole stack of them up there. Have a good day.”
He turned back to his computer, effectively dismissing me. I glanced over the counter to see what was so damned important. The ass was deeply enthralled in a game of solitaire. I wanted to shout at him but decided accosting one of the employees for being a dick wouldn’t help my chances of getting on the show.
“Thanks for the help,” I said sarcastically and strode to the bank of elevators.
After waiting for what felt like forever, the doors finally dinged and opened. Stepping in, I hit the button for the top floor. The wall on my right had a large poster emblazoned with the slogan for The Reject Project in bright, bold letters. Everyone Loves an Underdog. I hoped to the gods that was true.
A few minutes later, I was sitting in a room full of hopeful contestants. It did not help my self-esteem. The other women looked nothing like me. For one, several of them were gorgeous in that over-the-top, plastic way of the wives and girlfriends of celebrities or sports stars: flowing hair, perfect lips, tight and revealing dresses, but cunning and desperate eyes.
Others looked like they could handle themselves in a fight, like me. Those women were the ones I worried about. They glanced around the room, taking in all the others, judging them, grading them…dismissing them.
Hopelessness clawed at my insides. Why would they choose me? I wasn’t special. I barely even stood out among these women. This was the stupidest idea I’d ever had. I never should have done this. And by now, I was sure people had asked where I went, and Zoe would have told them. When I was turned down for the role, I’d have to go back home, embarrassed and rejected again. It would be devastating. I resolved to go ahead and pack my shit to leave if that was the case. I wouldn’t make Dad have to officially banish me from the pack. I’d do it on my own and save us both the humiliation.
A big, burly wolf shifter stood at the door leading to the office, making sure no one went through until they were called. One younger girl was leaning on the wall and talking to him, though he seemed to be paying her no attention. Without trying, I overheard their conversation.
“And then he said he couldn’t be with me because he didn’t think we were compatible. He actually said that. Said that there must have been a mistake, and we couldn’t even be friends because he didn’t feel anything for me. Can you believe that?” She shook her head in disgust, then grabbed her oversized breasts. “I had a fucking fae doctor give me these because he liked big boobs. Do you have any idea how much that costs? I mean, I could have gotten the fake silicone things some people get, but I wanted my mate to have the real thing, you know?”
Around the room, through murmured conversations, I heard other sob stories of rejections. Most of them revolved around the male not being attracted to the female or some weird pack-hierarchy thing coming into play. One young woman said her blood test had paired her with her own pack’s alpha, who was already mated to someone else, forcing him to reject her for decorum’s sake.
I was surprised by how many gorgeous women had been rejected by their mates—far more than I would have anticipated. It was always thought that rejected mates were incredibly rare, but if this room was any inclination, it seemed to happen far more often than anyone realized. Then again, rejection was so devastating and embarrassing to the packs, the true numbers were probably kept under wraps. It was stressful enough to be paired with someone you might not even know. There was no reason to throw in the worry that you could be rejected and turned into an outcast.
Gripping my fingers together, I squeezed my hands between my knees to keep from fidgeting. I was fighting to prevent my mind from going down a dark rabbit hole full of hopelessness and despair. There would be dozens of women fighting for the coveted role on the show, but I was the strongest. I knew I was. No matter what it took, I would make this work. I had no other choice. Nothing else would bring pride and honor back to my pack.“Kira Durst,” a voice called out.My head snapped up in surprise. The door beside the security guy had opened. A small, bespectacled woman stood there, looking down at a clipboard. Before my body could freeze in fear, I leaped to my feet.“Here,” I said, walking toward her.She glanced up from the clipboard, gave me a quick once-over, then shrugged. “This way.”I followed after her, and the door shut behind me. I felt strange, like I’d been cut off or crossed over into another world. It sent my stomach into nauseous flips. There was no going back now. I was
Was that a smile I detected? I tried to convince myself it was a good sign. Hope started to flare in my chest, pushing back against the despair that had been growing in my gut from the moment Jayson rejected me.The half-demon raised his head, sweeping his eyes up and down my body once more. “There is an entrance fee for all contestants, including the lead. You do realize that. Is that something you can afford?”He must have been referring to my old T-shirt and jeans. The decision to come here had been spur-of-the-moment and desperate enough that I hadn’t even thought to change into something nicer like the other women had. Gods, I knew the fee was steep. I’d checked my account in the waiting room to ensure I could pay it. It would basically deplete my savings, but I could swing it. Barely.With a nod, I said, “That’s no problem. I can pay.” Throwing caution to the wind, I added, “Besides, I’m going to win. What’s a little money now when I’ll have that much more at the end?”“Ooh.” Th
I stiffened at that but forced myself to nod. “I am.”He studied me for a few more moments, then gave a little shrug. “I’ll put your name in the running. That’s all I can promise.”“But she can’t shift,” the female judge said, looking scandalized.The mysterious man’s head jerked toward her, all good nature fleeing his face. “Did I ask your opinion? Did I even ask to hear your voice?” Ice dripped from every word.The woman immediately bowed her head, her eyes locking on the desk. “No, sir. I’m sorry.”Straightening his lapels, he turned back to me, the calm smile returning as though nothing had happened.“As this season will have male alpha shifters competing for a single female, you will be the only woman on the show if you are chosen. Along with the entry fee, you will be required to bring your own stylist. I recommend having someone picked out in case you are cast.” He glanced at my slovenly attire. “We don’t want our leading lady to look like a hobo.” He nodded toward the door. “T
Fortunately, later in the evening, I had a breakthrough. I caught a faint waft of what I was looking for near the entrance of a bar. I’d know Kira’s smell anywhere: hints of vanilla and honeysuckle, an undertone of seawater and birch bark, with the smallest hint of rose water. My heart stuttered when I caught it, and my feet instinctually led me toward the scent.Music assaulted my ears as I stepped into the bar. It was barely past eight, but the place was packed. The deep bass thumped so strongly, it resonated in my chest. Colored lights flashed and strobed around the bar and dance floor. I was already in a shit mood, and this place did little to appease me.With everything going on in her life, Kira had decided clubbing was the best way to let off steam? Her life was on the line, and she was getting drunk in a bar? It made no sense. She was usually reserved and rigid. It wasn’t like her to hang out in a place like this, unless she was on assignment. But she also had what I considere
She cupped a hand to her ear and squinted. “I’m sorry? The Preachy Quartet? Is that some religious acapella band you’re in? It’s so loud, I can’t hear you.”“Zoe, for fuck’s sake. Can’t you…”I trailed off as I glanced over and saw Kira. The crowd had parted, and I glimpsed her getting hot and heavy with some guy on the dance floor. She had her arms around the guy’s neck, and he had his wrapped around her waist, his fingers digging into her ass as they gyrated. Even in the flashing lights, I could see the outline of his hard-on against his pants.Before I knew what I was doing, I was on the dance floor, pulling Kira away from the guy. I was unreasonably angry, and I didn’t really understand why, but I despised seeing another man’s hands on her. It set me off in a way I’d never experienced before.“Are you insane? What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked Kira.When she looked at me, I could see the alcohol had started to affect her. Her eyes had the soft, glazed look of someone who wa
Kira moaned and kissed me again as the elevator doors opened. Frantically, we more or less ran down the hall to the room. Kira fumbled the key in the lock, and finally, the door opened.I slammed the door shut, then yanked her top off even as I lifted her and tossed her on the bed. I grabbed the tiny shorts molded to her body and slid them off in one quick movement, along with her thong. She gasped as I flipped her onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and buried my face in her pussy.I slipped my tongue into her, and the taste of her almost had me exploding. Kira clutched the sheets and groaned as I fucked her with my tongue. Sliding into her, then flicking across her clit, then up to circle her asshole, and back again. Over and over. Heat flooded from her pussy, the taste delectable.“Gods, eat me, make me fucking come, Wyatt,” Kira moaned, thrusting her hips back into my face.I pulled my face and rubbed a finger over her clit. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.”Kira looked over her s
I rolled onto my side and looked at her. Kira was on the verge of tears. My post-coital bliss vanished, replaced with icy fear. Had I done something wrong? All I’d wanted was to make her feel what I felt. The last thing I wanted to do was upset her.When she looked at me, I could see that wasn’t it. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped as though frozen with indecision. A tear slipped down her cheek, and without thinking, I reached out and wiped it away. Kira closed her mouth and stared at me.My heart twisted as I watched her throw up the barriers and walls that had always stood between us. She sat up, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin. Without a single hint of what she’d been about to say, she got up and started searching for her clothes that lay strewn across the room.“Let’s forget this happened.” She didn’t even look at me as she spoke.“Wait, what?” I said, pulling the sheets over my nakedness, suddenly ashamed.With an overly dramatic sigh, Kira turned, he
Before I could say anything else, Kira shoved Zoe into a taxi, then crawled in beside her and slammed the door. I stared at the red tail lights as they slowly disappeared down the street, my hands clenched into shaking fists.She was going to die. It didn’t matter how well she was trained or how much she wanted to succeed. I was sure she wouldn’t survive the show. The showrunners pushed the boundaries because they knew people loved the drama and horror of on-screen deaths. I was intimately aware of how their minds worked. I couldn’t let her go into that alone. There had to be a way to stop this.I paced up the street, pulling at my hair and trying not to put my fist through a wall when the thought hit me. I froze mid-stride, an icy chill sliding down my spine. A myriad of possibilities ran through my mind and were quickly dismissed, but I did have one option to save Kira. It wouldn’t get her off the show, but it might give her a better chance at surviving.It was time to pull some str