Remy opened his mouth, but Dom cut him off before he could speak. “Aiden.” His voice was quiet, but it carried unmistakable authority. The man who’d slut-shamed her bowed his head.
It was an impressive display of power, and if Remy had done it, she would have whistled and slow-clapped. But things were different with Dom. She held her breath when he turned his gaze to hers. He wasn’t here for a social call or a family reunion. There was only one reason why five males from her pack were in her apartment, and it wasn’t a good one.
At least not for her.
Dom pushed away from the mantel and stood with his hands at his sides, ready for a chase. Or a fight. “We will leave, but you’re leaving with us.”
Her heart pounded. Dammit. He was right. She’d forgotten her training— or just hadn’t used it in a long time. There had been no need when the only time she saw another wolf was in a zoo or on television.
She glanced around her apartment, noting how they’d positioned themselves in strategic locations. The male behind her ensured she couldn’t leave through the front door, and the two by the sliders would stop her before she even touched the glass, let alone jumped off the balcony. Remy hovered in the doorway leading to her bedroom, which was inconvenient, considering it had a nice, big window perfect for escaping a bunch of werewolves.
Remy winked at her, clearly enjoying the role of good cop to Dom’s bad cop.
The only other room was the kitchen, and it was windowless. She was out of options, unless she was willing to fight tooth and nail—literally—against being dragged home.
Home. She glanced around her tiny apartment. It was small, but she’d picked out every piece of furniture and knickknack herself. She painted the artwork above the fireplace at one of those art and canvas parties with a group of girls from the college. The stack of books on the table next to the slipcovered sofa was part of a growing to-be-read pile she’d intended to dig into that very night, right after some much-needed N*****x binge-watching. She’d carved out a life for herself these past five years, and the apartment was a physical, tangible representation of an independence she couldn’t, wouldn’t give up.
She met Dom’s gaze. “What does he want with me?”
“I expect Max will tell you when you see him.”
Max. Shivers rippled over her skin. Maxime Simard, pack Alpha and petty dictator.
She gritted her teeth. Her heart still pounded, and she knew they could hear it. They could smell her fear, too. “Has our lord and master ever heard of email?”
Dom refused to be drawn in. “We have our orders.”
“And if I refuse, what? Club me over the head and drag me back caveman style?”
“I don’t think it will come to that.”
He took no pleasure in this. That’s what she told herself. And it was true to a certain extent. From birth, wolves were trained to master their emotions and physiological reactions. It was crucial to blending into the human world. In medieval times, sprouting fur or fangs in public got a person burned at the stake. In modern society, it ended up on YouTube. These men had been trained to do a job, and they were doing it. It wasn’t personal. They weren’t here to punish her or disrupt her life.
Although just then, Aiden inhaled deeply and deliberately. His nostrils flared, and his slight smile let her know he’d scented her fear…and relished it. For the merest second, he let his wolf roll over his eyes, the color shifting from ordinary brown to an unnatural blue.
She jerked her gaze away before her own wolf could respond. He’d challenged her, knowing she had no choice but to submit. Even at her best, which she wasn’t at the moment, there was no way she could take on a fully grown male in his prime.
Remy, who was closest to him, sucked in a breath. “Aiden.” The command in his voice transformed him from a friendly blond lumberjack to a menacing werewolf. He took a threatening step toward the other male, who dropped his head and raised his arms, palms out in a show of submission. “Forgive me. It’s…close in here.”
Dom, who’d moved toward the pair, rested his hand on Remy’s back for a brief moment before stepping past him. He stood toe-to-toe with the chastened male, whose head bowed even lower under Dom’s glare. “You know who she is, Aiden. Don’t be foolish.”
“Yes, sir.”
Dom leaned closer. “You won’t make this mistake again.” He made it a statement.
Aiden lowered his brown head until his chin touched his chest. “I will not, Beta.”
Well, that’s new. Lizette paid little attention to pack politics, but even she knew the top wolves among the Alpha’s inner circle. The Beta was the second-in-command and served as the Alpha’s eyes and ears within the pack. Part enforcer, part trusted adviser, the Beta position inspired both respect and fear. Remy jokingly called it the “werewolf consigliere.”
Lizette looked at Remy and caught her breath. There was nothing goodnatured about his expression now. She followed his gaze to Dom, who still towered over Aiden. Had Remy fought Dom for the Beta position and lost? They’d been Hunters—wolves handpicked by the Alpha to watch his back and further pack interests—since they were teens, and best friends since childhood. Like most best friends, they were competitive, but it had always been a friendly competition.
The menace rolling off Remy was anything but friendly. His green eyes glittered wolf-blue for a second—so fast she would have missed it if she hadn’t been looking at him. They flickered back to normal, but he kept his gaze trained on Dom’s turned back. An inhuman growl rose from his chest, so low no human could have heard it. The little hairs on her nape lifted.
She looked at Dom just in time to see the muscles in his back tense. He spoke without turning around. “Something to add, Remy?” He didn’t raise his voice, but his tone made her stomach flip over. The room seemed too small to contain the people and furniture inside. A grinding pressure descended, making her chest ache with the effort of breathing.
Then Remy closed his eyes. He shook himself the way a dog might when it gets out of a pool. It was like someone flipped a switch or opened a window. The awful pressure lifted. Around the room everyone exhaled.
Remy shrugged. “I’ve got nothing to add, Dom.”
Lizette sagged against the foyer table where she’d tossed her keys. This was why she lived alone. Life with werewolves was too damn intense.
Dom swung around and pinned her with a no-nonsense stare. A human would instantly peg him as military, although wolves rarely bothered to insert themselves into human conflicts. And anyway, Dom didn’t need weapons to assert his will. Rumor had it he was directly descended from the Capitoline Wolf in Rome. Humans spent so much time arguing about the statue’s age and origins, they never got around to wondering if there was any reality behind the ancient myth.Lizette knew better. Dom might not be related to the fierce she-wolf who’d suckled the founder of Rome, but he was a formidable opponent. Although it rankled, she wasn’t about to test him. If she’d learned anything over her years of dealing with testosterone-poisoned males, it was to pick her battles. And this was just a skirmish. The real battle lay two hundred miles north, in a tiny town steps from the Canadian border.If she had to concede defeat, she was going to do it on her own terms— and before someone got blood on her area
“Did they abuse you?” His expression darkened. In a heartbeat, he looked ready to tear someone apart limb by limb.“No! Nothing like that.” She sighed inwardly. For the first time, she realized she’d been wrong to be so tight-lipped about her childhood. Apparently, he and the rest of the pack interpreted her silence to mean she’d been mistreated. The humans who raised her after her parents died had been decent, if somewhat strict. Aside from some uncomfortable ogling from their oldest son, she’d never been abused or neglected.She leaned around Remy and glanced at the door, choosing not to whisper —the more wolves who heard her story, the better. “I didn’t run away because they were cruel. I mean, being a foster kid isn’t the greatest. They had five kids of their own, and they didn’t have a lot of money. I didn’t realize it until I was older, but they took me in because they needed the money from the state. But they weren’t bad people.” She took a deep breath, grateful to Remy for his
Remy tapped the side of his head. “Besides, I need the practice.”“For what?”“Most of the time, I can only talk mind-to-mind with other telepaths, but lately I’ve been able to send to anyone.” He narrowed his eyes. “Pretty cool, huh?” His voice flooded her mind as if he’d shouted into her ear with a megaphone.“Whoa.” She put a knee against the dresser to steady herself. “Warn me before you do that again, okay?” It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on her brain, even though she’d learned in freshman psychology class that the brain actually lacks nerve endings. Tell that to someone with chronic migraines.“Sorry.” He didn’t look the least bit guilty. “I’m still learning to control the volume.”“No worries.” She moved into the en suite bathroom to gather some toiletries. She crouched in front of her vanity and plucked a shampoo bottle off the bottom shelf.“Ready?” Remy’s voice floated from the bedroom.No. Never.She stood and caught her reflection in the antique mir
She sighed and put in her earbuds. It was going to be a long ride.The drive from Albany to Champlain took about three hours, with a little extra time thrown in for a bathroom break and a fast food stop—at least for Lizette. The others ate lunch on the way down.Remy twisted around and rested his chin on the back of his seat. “You don’t eat clean anymore?”She lowered the french fry she’d been about to stuff in her mouth. “You realize that’s annoying, right?“What is?”Dom snorted. “Being a self-righteous prick about what other people eat.”“I’m not a self-righteous prick! Chris, am I a self-righteous prick?”The male on Lizette’s right had spent most of the trip dozing with his arms folded over his chest. He replied without opening his eyes. “Yes.”“Takes one to know one,” Remy mumbled.Lizette laughed. “You’re not self-righteous, Rem. No comment on the other part, though.”“He’s got a Tinder profile,” Dom said dryly. “He’s definitely a prick.”“You don’t even know what Tinder is.” R
The problem had even spilled over from werewolf society and trickled down into the human world. Every now and then news headlines told of a madman or killer who’d committed some unspeakable crime. In some cases, it was just a random crazy human. But in others it was a latent who’d lost his or her grip on reality, and the local Alpha would dispatch a group of wolves to quietly take care of the problem.In the morning the human police would find the defendant hanged in his cell. Was it murder? Yes, but it was too risky to allow those wolves to live.The human word lunatic was a lot closer to the truth than most people realized.At first Haley’s guardians thought she might simply be a late bloomer. But when puberty came and went and she still hadn’t Turned, they were desperate. So they sent her to Lizette, hoping some time with another female around her own age might relieve some of the Haley’s anxieties. What if she never Turned? Latents often lived a sort of half-life. Cut off from the
The problem had even spilled over from werewolf society and trickled down into the human world. Every now and then news headlines told of a madman or killer who’d committed some unspeakable crime. In some cases, it was just a random crazy human. But in others it was a latent who’d lost his or her grip on reality, and the local Alpha would dispatch a group of wolves to quietly take care of the problem.In the morning the human police would find the defendant hanged in his cell. Was it murder? Yes, but it was too risky to allow those wolves to live.The human word lunatic was a lot closer to the truth than most people realized.At first Haley’s guardians thought she might simply be a late bloomer. But when puberty came and went and she still hadn’t Turned, they were desperate. So they sent her to Lizette, hoping some time with another female around her own age might relieve some of the Haley’s anxieties. What if she never Turned? Latents often lived a sort of half-life. Cut off from the
The sound ripped through her like a thunderclap, and her knees almost gave out. She clenched her fists and pressed her fingernails into her palms—a trick she learned from Dom. The pain steadied her. She pushed the door open……and locked gazes with the Alpha. Her Alpha. Maxime Alexandre Simard.He sat behind his desk, his posture relaxed. A lord in command of his domain.And in the werewolf world, that’s exactly what he was.The first time she saw him was in the back of a Los Angeles County courtroom. Her caseworker had called her foster parents the day before, breathless, saying a relative had come forward—a distant cousin of Lizette’s mother. He was flying in from New York and would be there the next day to file the paperwork.In court he wore a charcoal gray suit and a dark blue tie. His jacket sleeves rode up when he shook her foster father’s hand, exposing his shirt cuffs and the strange metal jewelry he wore there instead of buttons. When she slid past him to climb into the limo,
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