Was he displaying his on purpose to intimidate her? But no, displays weren’t really Max’s style. He was far too subtle for that.
“How are your headaches?” he asked without turning around.
She closed her eyes. “Fine.”
“I can smell your lie from here.”
It was impossible to reply without telling the truth—or getting caught in another lie—so she clamped her mouth shut. She had a feeling he was going to say whatever he wanted to say anyway.
“You’ve lost weight.”
She gritted her teeth. “In the human world, that’s generally considered a good thing. Women are always trying to lose weight.”
“You’re not a human.” He rolled his neck on his shoulders, the movement drawing her gaze. She’d forgotten how big he was. Even if he wasn’t an Alpha, he’d still command any room he entered, and not just because of his physical size. The fabric of his shirt stretched tight over powerful shoulders and a broad back that tapered to lean hips. Her stare sank lower…until she realized where it was headed and tore her eyes away.
What was she doing?
She must have made a sound, because he turned away from the window. She had his full attention now.
Crap, crap, crap.
She pressed her damp palms against her jeans as his denim-clad legs appeared before her. He stopped in front of his desk, his body inches from hers. A warm hand lifted her chin and kept lifting her, gently pulling her to her feet.
Her heart threatened to leap out of her chest. He tipped her chin up. He’d stuffed his wolf down so deep, he appeared as a normal man—or as normal as Maxime Simard would ever get. In a blink, his demeanor changed. The wolf bled from his eyes, and his gaze dipped to her mouth. They were no longer speaking Alpha-to-subject. This was something entirely different.
She knew this Max. He was more terrifying than the Alpha.
“You want to know why I called you back.” He made it a statement.
She swallowed. “Yes.”
His eyes glittered. “That’s easy. I wanted to speak with my wife.”
4
Lizette jerked her chin out of his hand. “I’m not your wife.”
Max lowered his voice, and she felt its rumble in her belly. “Ah, petite, that’s where you’re wrong.”
Her cheeks heated, and she stumbled backwards until she felt the edge of the chair bump her legs. She shuffled sideways until she stood between the leather chairs, a clear path to the door at her back. “Don’t call me that.”
“Which one? Wife or petite?”
“We’re not mated.”
“Yet you bear my mark.”
“Not by choice.” She took a step back.
Faster than she could track, he snagged the back of her neck, circling it before she even realized what he’d done. He drew her against his body with firm but gentle pressure.
“D-don’t do that.”
The pads of his fingers grazed the skin under her hairline, tracing the sensitive skin of her nape—finding the ridges of an old wound.
She jerked away, dislodging him. “I said don’t.”
He folded his arms, his indulgent smile letting her know he’d allowed her to break his hold. It was infuriating.
“Did you pack all your things?” His light Québécois accent made things sound more like tings. In another man she might find it charming.
She crossed her arms, mirroring him. “You know I didn’t. I’m sure you already had Dom search my bag.”
He narrowed his gaze. “This insubordination is acceptable in our private meetings, but I warn you I won’t tolerate it in front of the others.”
Oh, so now they were back in Alpha-subject mode. How convenient. “That’s okay. I don’t plan on us having any other private meetings.” She blinked and he was standing behind his desk, the movement so fast she hadn’t been able to track it. It was his Gift. He also had better-than-average hearing—something that had made sneaking out of the Lodge as a teenager almost impossible.
Because one Gift wasn’t enough for the almighty Alpha.
He slid a notepad and pen across the desk and gestured to it. “Write down what you need. I’ll have Remy drive into town in the morning and pick it up.”
“For what?”
“It’ll take a couple of weeks to close up the apartment. I imagine you’ll need a few essentials until then, hein?”
“What are you saying?” But she already knew. She’d known since she scented Dominic and Remy in her apartment this morning.
His gaze was steady. “You’re staying at the Lodge—permanently. And you’ll be staying in my rooms.”
Panic tried to claw a path out of her chest. She was in the Lodge now, in the heart of his territory. There was nothing to stop him from locking her away. “Absolutely not. You can’t ask it of me.”
“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you.”
Tears burned her throat, which made her angry. She never cried. She hadn’t cried when her father walked into the living room, shut off her cartoons, and told her mommy was dead. She hadn’t cried when the police knocked on the door and told her he was dead, too. She hadn’t cried when Max turned her world upside down at fifteen by telling her she was a different species. She hadn’t cried when she Turned for the first time, the pain so intense she wished for death. She hadn’t cried when she made her first kill, the eyes of the deer she felled pleading with her to spare it, a cadre of wolves circling her, watching intently to determine if she had enough control over her wolf to resist the urge to give into bloodlust—and ready to execute her if she didn’t.
But she had cried the night Max betrayed her.
“You promised me,” she whispered now.
He circled the desk again, this time at normal speed. She didn’t resist when he pulled her against him. Why bother? He’d already proved he would do what he wanted regardless of her wishes. He wound one arm around her waist and used his free hand to cup the side of her head.
“I promised you five years,” he said, staring down at her without a shred of compassion. “You’ve had them.”“I have a job and a career. I have a life—”“Your life is here.”“That wasn’t my decision.”His gaze hardened. He slid his fingers through her hair, brushing past her ear to trace a heavy coil that had fallen onto her shoulder. He twirled the thick bundle of strands around his finger, his arm grazing her breast. His arm around her waist tightened.She stood still, her breaths shallow. The predator in her recognized the bigger, more powerful predator in him. Her wolf waited, wondering what his would do—knowing they had no choice, no matter what he decided. None at all.“Your place is here,” he said finally.She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. “That wasn’t part of the bargain.” Deep inside, her wolf stirred. Her teeth throbbed in sync with her heartbeat—the first stage of the Turn. “You lied to me.”Without warning, the Alpha was back. His wolf slammed into his
Max waited until Lizette’s footsteps faded before he sagged against his desk. The paper he’d pretended to read slipped from his hand and floated to the polished walnut. Sweat trickled down his back.If her senses had been sharper, she would have smelled his panic…and his regret. But she’d been dulled by the human world—all the fire that made her who she was reduced to a simmer.And it scared the hell out of him.Dominic and Remy had given him monthly reports ever since she left the Lodge five years ago, and they were careful to document how much she ate. How often she Turned. How many times a month she ran. Lizette would have been furious if she ever discovered how thoroughly he had her watched—especially if she knew his wolves investigated every human she befriended.But she’d been raised to believe she was human, and her brain was still wired to think like one. Werewolves were hunters. Humans had evolved out of that mindset millennia ago. As a species, they were unwary…trusting.It
Her expression went flat. “All right. But I don’t want the bank account. I can work or—”“This is how things will be.” His voice came out harsher than he intended, but he wanted her to leave before he begged her to stay. “I’ve made my decision.”She left without saying goodbye.Max stared at the sprawling forest. He controlled everything he could see, but he’d never been able to control himself around Lizette—not since he touched her that first time in the forest. He should have known tonight would be no different. His fate was sealed in that clearing five years ago. So was hers.She just didn’t know it yet.“I took no vow.” She raised that between them like a shield tonight. No matter. He was Alpha. Even a single link in the chain was enough to bind them together. He’d claimed her, all right. Her hot little body knew that well enough.He’d have her vow, too. His cocked twitched. Hell, he’d hear her moan it in his ear while he buried his teeth in her neck and pounded her hot passage.
6Lizette walked without knowing exactly where she was going.Scratch that. She sure as hell wasn’t going to Max’s suite. She stopped in the middle of a long hallway and turned in a slow circle, getting her bearings. To her right, a narrow staircase beckoned. It led to the second floor and her old bedroom.What she really needed was a place to think. The longer she stood in the hallway, the greater the likelihood of someone spotting her, and right now she wasn’t in any shape to answer questions about school or her return to the Lodge.And she definitely wasn’t ready to talk about Max.She nodded and headed for the stairs. As she climbed, a sense of unreality descended over her. Everything in the Lodge looked the same, but she was different. As she approached her old room, a bolt of unease shot through her. What if it wasn’t her room anymore? The Lodge was huge, but there were hundreds of wolves in the pack. No one would have faulted Max for assigning it to someone else or turning it
Her memories of that night were like a dream—as if she’d watched events unfold from the edge of the clearing. It was as if she and Max had been caught up in a spell. Still gripping her arms, he finally looked over her head at Nathan’s unconscious body as two Hunters in human form crossed the clearing, gathered Nathan in their arms, and carried him away. The rest of the Hunters fell into step behind them, and the group disappeared into the trees.Help. Heal. Whispered thoughts had built in her mind. Her chest had ached with the urge to do…something. She’d twisted against Max’s hold. “Let me go to him—”“Not yet.”The command overrode the instinct pushing her to follow the Hunters. Max’s voice—just two little words—seized her attention and forced it to his face. Her heart pounded.Possession.He looked at her like she belonged to him. No, that wasn’t right. He looked like she belonged to him and someone had tried to take her away. His attention dropped to her sex.Her nipples tightened
He grinned around the sucker and stuck his hands in the pockets of his black Under Armour running pants, his eyes twinkling. He wore an old sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off, the black “Syracuse” on the front almost completely worn away by a thousand trips through the washer. He spoke around his sucker. “Considering you met with Max, I have a feeling I know who you meant.”“He has that effect on people.”Remy raised an eyebrow. “Want to tell me how it went?”She glanced down the hall. In a building teeming with wolves with hypersensitive hearing, no conversation would be private, no matter how deserted the hall looked. “Is there someplace we can talk?”He jerked his head toward the great room. “Come on.”Remy kept up a steady stream of chatter as they wound their way through the Lodge’s maze of corridors and rooms. Lizette saw a few familiar faces and stopped a couple of times to hug old friends and distant relatives. She could tell people wanted to ask questions about her return, b
“Do you think maybe—and I’m not making excuses for them—there’s a chance your memories are distorted because you experienced the trauma of losing them so young?”“I guess it’s possible. But feelings are different from memories, and those don’t typically get distorted.”He seemed to think about that. Then he said, “Well, you have time on your side. I don’t think Max is making wedding plans just yet. And the Lodge is a big place. You can keep your distance if you want.”Lizette averted her eyes. She wasn’t comfortable telling him Max had ordered her to share his bedroom. And if Max’s actions in his study were any indication, he planned on sharing the bed, too. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. I can’t picture Max looking at bridesmaids’ dresses.”He chuckled. “Me neither. Just be glad he’s not insisting on an old-fashioned mating with a bedding ceremony.”“A what?”“A bedding ceremony. You know, like in medieval times. People in the room. Hang a bloody sheet on the wall. That sort of thing.”
She smelled them before she hit the first stair leading up to her thirdfloor apartment.She gripped the railing and tilted her head, testing their scents—sifting through the subtle differences that made each one unique. Five males —two of them familiar. The mix of peppermint and lemon-lime energy drink belonged to her cousin, Remy Arsenault. The more understated pine-andleather combo could only be Dominic Prado, Remy’s best friend. The other three were strangers.She eased down into a slight crouch and calculated the distance from the building to her car.Even if she made it, Lizette Butler knew today was going to be a very bad day. She took a deep breath, tensed, and prepared to run.“Don’t,” a deep, rich voice said from behind her apartment door. The low, almost hypnotic tone could only belong to Dom. “You won’t get far,” he added.Anger boiled up. She surged to her feet. The metal railing under her hand made a pained squealing noise as it bent. She lifted her hand away and careful