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Roman Eliot
“Well?” Roman opened his eyes, and looked into the face of Glinda North. The exceptionally pale, pretty woman smiled at him. “How’d your little summoning go?”
He smirked. “She’s coming.”
Glinda smiled. “Good.” The witch waved her hand, making the candles flicker out and the lights turn on by themselves. “It’s about time. You’ve been chasing this girl for far too long.”
He sighed. “You’re telling me.”
“Was the subway the first time that you’ve confronted her?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“What do you think was different this time?” Glinda asked.
Roman shrugged. “I’m not even sure. It was different this time. Before, if I got close, it was like she ran away. As if she sensed someone following her. But this time, I was able to get close.”
Glinda paused, and tilted her head to the side. “That’s strange.”
“Strange how?” Roman asked.
“It sounds like there’s something that is alerting her of what’s happening. Maybe something magical.”
“You think?”
Glinda nodded. “You’ve been in the same city for years. I know you hired me to find her when she was traveling for a bit, but she’s been in New York for quite a while now. You should have been able to get close to her.”
“When I tried, she’d leave before I could approach her. I always thought maybe she was more attune to werewolves because of what happened to her.”
The blond made a face. “I don’t think so. That’s not something that happens. There’s no way for humans to sense werewolves. Unless they’re mated to each other. Maybe she did sense something, but she didn’t want to accept it. That I’ve heard of. If someone doesn’t feel comfortable about a mate bond, it can have consequences. But it’s fine. You’ve done something to make her come here, clearly.”
“Yes, I lied.”
Glinda raised an eyebrow. “You lied?”
He nodded.
“What did you lie about?” Glinda asked.
“I told her that I could help her get revenge for her parents,” he answered, “Her parents were killed by a rogue werewolf, and we never found the bastard. I don’t even know where to start.”
Glinda shook her head. “You might have to start searching for a way to get her that revenge.”
“I’ve tried. I’ve looked into her parents’ deaths plenty of times, but I’ve never been able to find anything. Even my father looked into it. We have no idea who the rogue wolf was.”
“Are you sure it was a werewolf?”
He paused. “I was always told that is what it was.”
Glinda stared thoughtfully at him. “Maybe there was someone that wanted to make it seem like it was a werewolf. I know there are some humans that aren’t particularly keen on humans and Powerists being together. What if someone knew that Nora was your mate before you did and was trying to keep the two of you apart and they somehow faked a werewolf attack?”
“How could they do that?” he asked.
“Werewolves aren’t the only Powerists that can shift, Roman. And you’re powerful enough in our community that someone might have had a vision about your future and didn’t like it. I can look into it for you.”
“You really think I should?”
Glinda nodded. “It shouldn’t have been this hard for you to confront her about you being her mate. There are other forces at play here.”
Roman raised an eyebrow. “Witches?”
She shrugged. “Anything’s possible in our world. You can’t forget that.”
He hesitated. He didn’t like the idea of prying into something that could cause trouble for Nora. She’d already had enough of that in her life. His intention of claiming her as his mate was to make it so that the world knew that she was his. So that she wouldn’t have to go through something so terrible again.
But if it helped her move on, if it got her in his arms, he would do whatever was necessary to make her his. Even if it meant delving into dark places that might unsettle him. Nora deserved to see justice for her parents. Rogue wolves were wolves that left their packs. That refused to follow orders. That still craved the old ways---back when being a werewolf meant being a creature of uncontrolled rage and power, and killing anything or anyone in your path. They rejected their packs and the rules put forward by them to survive in the modern world.
“Yes,” said Roman, “look into it for me. I’ll pay you handsomely for it.”
The blond witch smiled at him. “Consider it a favor. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with. Good luck. I don’t think that girls going to be easy to win over.”
He sighed. “Thanks. I think I’ll need all of the luck I can get.” Then, he left, off to wait for Nora to arrive.
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FiveNora Connolly “Are you seriously scared?” Winter asked. Nora looked up at the massive sky-scraper apprehensively. The Stellarum was one of the oldest buildings in New York, and almost as tall as The Empire State Building. The windows were made of gold, and when the sunlight hit it just right, it shone brightly. You could see it from practically any point in the city “Terrified,” Nora answered. The golden tattoo with Roman’s name inked on her skin had yet to leave. From everything Nora knew about mate marks, which was what the tattoo was called, they never did. Roman would have one of his own, too, so she supposed that was something of a comfort. She hadn’t known what to expect by going to see him. So, all she’d brought with her was her purse. Robin reached out and squeezed her hand. “You’ll be fine.” “Right.” Nora peered up at the building again. “What do I do?” “Ring the bell?” Robin suggested.
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SixRoman Eliot He could feel her the minute that she was in the building. He paced, anxiously in his study. The office walls were made of mahogany and there were bookshelves that lined the walls. He had his laptop set up in there and should have been answering e-mails but all he could focus on was her. He could hear her heartbeat pounding against her chest. She was nervous. Something about that excited him. He didn’t want her to run but the thought of her being nervous because of him left him unable to sit still. There was a knock on the door. “Roman?” Aion called. “Yes?” he asked. Roman wondered if Nora could hear the excitement in his voice. He hoped not. He wanted her to take him seriously, as someone that could protect her. “Nora Connolly is here,” he said, “and she brought a friend.” Roman almost chuckled. He knew that where Nora went, Winter did too. He had his own suspicions about Winter and h
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SixRoman Eliot He could feel her the minute that she was in the building. He paced, anxiously in his study. The office walls were made of mahogany and there were bookshelves that lined the walls. He had his laptop set up in there and should have been answering e-mails but all he could focus on was her. He could hear her heartbeat pounding against her chest. She was nervous. Something about that excited him. He didn’t want her to run but the thought of her being nervous because of him left him unable to sit still. There was a knock on the door. “Roman?” Aion called. “Yes?” he asked. Roman wondered if Nora could hear the excitement in his voice. He hoped not. He wanted her to take him seriously, as someone that could protect her. “Nora Connolly is here,” he said, “and she brought a friend.” Roman almost chuckled. He knew that where Nora went, Winter did too. He had his own suspicions about Winter and h
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Seven Nora Connolly It was a silly, little, demand. To want to have her best friend stay there. But Nora had already lost someone to a rogue wolf once. She didn’t want to think of what would happen to Winter out by herself now that she was the mate of a werewolf. Let alone someone as important as Roman. “It’s important to me that Winter is safe. The best way to do that is to let her move in here.” Roman shook his head. “I can’t allow for that, Nora.” “Why not?” she asked. “Is it because she’s human?” “No. There are plenty of humans that live here with their mates. But Winter doesn’t have a mate, and that could cause trouble. The kind that could end up with her hurt. If you’re truly worried about her safety, I could assign her a security guard.” “A security guard?” she repeated. “Who would that be?” “Aion,” he said without a beat. Nora raised an eyebrow. “The werewolf with zero personality?” He nodded. “He might not be the one you go to for a fun time, but he is the one that y
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EightRoman Eliot It was decided that for now, Winter and Nora would share a room. Since Winter wasn’t entirely yet comfortable with Ares, he wanted to do what was needed to make her feel safe. Even though he hated the idea of not having his mate in his bed. She was so close, and yet he couldn’t be with her the way that he truly wanted.“Check the closet,” Roman told her as he showed the girls the room, “it will have everything you need while you’re here. The Stellarum is enchanted.”Winter had already beaten Nora to the closet. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, any worries about Ares long forgotten, “Nora, come here!”Nora glanced at Roman then went over to the closet where Winter stood. The closet was huge. A walk-in that seemed to be filled with everything. Designer dresses ranging from summer to cocktail to award show. Lounge wear. Workout gear. Casual. The clothing styles seemed to adjust to whoever was nearby the racks and they were completely different from when Winter stood next to
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TenRoman Eliot Roman has had many dinners with his pack before. They all gather in the dining hall, lined with tables so everyone that lived in The Stellarum could eat together. Young and old alike. Although for werewolves, that line usually blurred. Shifting made it so that they lived long lives. As long as they could shift, it was hard to kill them and they usually healed swiftly from most things.His mother and father were at the head of the table, centered in the middle for everyone to see. He entered with Nora on his arm. The dress that she had picked was perfect for her. He had dreamed of this moment. Nora meeting his parents, in that exact dress. It was why he had bought it.His father stood when he saw him. “My boy!”Roman smiled at him. His father, Remington Eliot, was a tall man, who had short, greying hair and gold eyes. The same gold that all alphas and their heirs had. “Dad,” he said with a smile, “This is Nora.”He smiled over at her. “Nora Connolly, you have no idea h
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