Emma's eyes widened when she noticed who Clyde was staring at. Jim Copley was walking out of his company, guarded by over eight bodyguards. She froze. Jim was an old crime lord who had evaded the police department for years. Emma had found it hard to navigate his file due to the bulk of his crimes. But somehow, he managed to slip away from the authorities. He had strong connections which helped him to get away with whatever he did. He was also suspected to be the head of a crime group which had been terrorizing Minnesota for a long time. He was an arms dealer, a ruthless man who controlled half of the city. When Emma was asked to take up the warehouse case, she had been terrified to discover it was linked to Jim. No one wanted to work on a case that could get them killed, but somehow, she always managed to find herself entangled with such cases. But she had taken it anyway and worse, her partner, Allen, was assigned to another case. She had been devastated to learn she would have
Clyde stared at the humans approaching them with fury. He slowly curled his hand into a fist beside him and his jaw locked. Dark veins began to circle his eyes and his chest was rising and falling. There was no doubt that they were coming to attack them. The sun was setting and darkness was creeping over the sky. He was right. Trailing Jim was a bad idea, but Emma didn’t listen to him. She always objected to whatever he said to feed her ego. She was a stubborn, weak girl whose actions got her into trouble always. If she had simply listened to him, he wouldn’t have had to kill the humans approaching them. But then, he couldn’t bear such disrespect. No matter how stubborn she was, he couldn’t let the humans fiddle with his strength and authority. He was an Alpha, and he would act like one. With his eyes focused on them, he realized that they were armed as they drew nearer and their proximity was closing up. From the corner of his eyes, he could feel Emma trembling. He could hear her
The shot was so loud, and it echoed across the open space. So loud that Emma didn’t even hear the shotgun itself as a distinct sound; instead it was the bell-like ringing as the sound echoed. She didn’t feel pain or an impact. But the shot was fired at her. She knew something had happened, but her mind hadn’t quite caught up with it yet. She didn’t have any throbbing tingling like she had been shot. She could hear her heart pounding, but she somehow doubted she was alive. She slowly peeled her eyes open, and she saw the most unimaginable thing. Clyde was standing a few meters from her, shielding her from the gunshot. She didn’t know how he managed to get in front of her so quickly, but he had blocked the shot. He had taken the bullet for her. His back was turned to her, so she could not ascertain the degree of the gun wound. Her mind was racing with thoughts as she remained frozen on the spot.She knew werewolves were unaffected by ordinary weapons. She read that small guns could n
Clyde watched as she drove the car with trembling fingers. He couldn’t discern whether she was still shaken by what happened or just scared of going to the pack house at night. From the corners of his eyes, he kept watching her. Nothing was terrifying about his pack at night, except that most werewolves loved to go hunting. He knew that would terrify her, but she was going with him anyway. The silence between them in the car was unsettling, and it wasn't clear to him why he wanted to start a conversation with her. He had a lot to ask concerning her newest methods of avoiding and ignoring him. “So, I see you have some anti-burglary locks on your windows.” He turned his head slightly to look at her. “And can you stop trembling?” She stole a glance from him before sighing. “I’m not trembling.” She gripped the steering wheels tighter. “And, the locks are precisely to keep you away from breaking into my house again.” Clyde chuckled. “And you think that’s going to keep me away?” “We
Emma walked into the pack house cautiously. The last time she had come there, Clyde had accompanied her everywhere, but now, she was trying to figure out the way to his wing alone. She took the stairs and occasionally overheard the inaudible whispers about her. Yet, she felt excited to be in his pack. There was a tingle of desire she felt as she headed to his room. And she knew it hadn’t been there when she visited the first time. In his wing, she slowly approached his room, which was at the end of the hallway. Her mind wandered back to Emily and how she would feel if she was spending the night with Clyde. She didn’t like her and she knew that. But she knew Clyde was using her, so she wouldn't mind her spending the night. However, as she opened the door to Clyde’s room and found Emily sprawled on his bed in a satin robe, she realized she would mind that she was spending the night. Emily’s eyes fell on her as she stood by the door, and a frown crept to her face. She rose from the
Clyde kissed Emma with raw hunger and passion. Her lips parted as she deepened the kiss. He was lost in her. Her lips were so soft and her body was so womanly. Her soul was so pure, and he could feel her emotions from the way she kissed him. As he ran his hands over her back, over his loose cotton shirt which she was wearing, he felt the press of her lush breasts against his hardened chest. Her brown hair now tumbled in waves, and he had to use his fingers to push them behind her ears. Emma leaned closer toward him, her arms tightening around his shoulder. Clyde was reckless, so hot, and he had such a strange power over her. One that made him irresistible to kiss. She didn’t immediately respond when he kissed her because she had been too shocked. But when Clyde tried to draw away, she returned the kiss with force, with all the passion that she had been trying so hard not to feel. She let herself feel it, all of it, and desire overwhelmed her as it had never before. Cupping her fac
Tears began to stream down Emma’s face immediately after she shut the door. She was walking fast, away from Clyde, but she had no idea where she was going. She couldn’t believe she let her guard down and allowed him to touch her. She felt stupid that she had fallen for his sweet words and kind gestures. Clyde was not the sort of man to love or carry in your heart. He was ruthless and cold in every way. She wiped her tears with the back of her palms as she walked down the stairs. People were still shuffling their feet in the pack house, and she wanted to avoid looking pathetic. She sometimes felt that they knew Clyde was only using her to complete the wolf bond. She stopped at the last stair, glancing around the room confused. She didn’t have anywhere to go, and returning to Clyde’s room will crush every bit of the self-worth she had. What she thought would be an exciting night for her turned into a dreaded one. She couldn’t possibly ask Emily for help. It would be the worst thing
Emma staggered back to her sitting room as she glanced around her apartment. There was nothing that could have prepared her for the damages she saw. Her heart was pounding furiously against her chest and she was quivering with fright. She suddenly felt dizzy as memories flitted into her mind.This time, she wasn't a young detective, but a young child. She had just returned from her best friend's apartment which was next door and her parent's sitting room was in ruins. It was her thirteenth birthday, and she was not prepared to witness the most traumatic experience of her life. She remembered walking in and freezing at the sight of blood. She remembered calling out to them, shaking from the blood all over the wall. She remembered the voices. They echoed in her mind like it was just a few hours ago that she heard them. She recalled the anger, the wave of fear that washed over her as the voice thundered. And now, she felt like she was living that night all over again. There were close