The adrenaline leaving his body made it hard for him to comprehend what she was saying. Almost in a dazed state, he followed her gaze to his arm. Strangely enough, that was when he felt the pain. He was indeed injured. The sleeve of his leather jacket was torn and soaked from what he could see with the help of moonlight. A small part of him wondered how she had known and noticed before he did.
“Oh.” He used his right hand to check the extent of the damage. “It doesn’t look that bad. I’m sure it’s just a scratch.” It also didn’t hurt like an injury hell bent on killing him, so he was certain he would be okay.
Mia knew it wasn’t that bad, it was indeed just a scratch, but she couldn’t just leave him there after the idiot had tried to help her, even though it hadn’t been necessary. That brought another question to mind.
“What were you still doing here, anyway?”
Asher looked suddenly uncomfortable and avoided her eyes. Mia’s eyes narrowed. “What. Were. You. Doing. Here?”
Asher immediately raised placating hands. “Take it easy. It’s not what you are thinking. I just wanted to be sure you would get home safe.”
An incredulous look formed on her face. Then she looked confused before it morphed into anger. “Did I give you the impression I am a hopeless damsel in distress?”
Asher looked at the two men still very much unconscious on the ground. “Definitely not.”
Mia followed his gaze. She realized maybe she had taken it a little too far. She was supposed to keep a low profile. This was not it; she wasn’t supposed to intentionally draw attention to herself, and beating up two young men in the middle of the night, with a witness, was definitely the opposite of low profile.
“Where did you even learn to fight like that?” Asher asked. He sounded very fascinated and just a bit apprehensive, like he feared she would use her skill on him.
“I didn’t know this was a get to know you tea party. Where are the balloons?”
“Wow. Are you always this cold, or are you giving me an exclusive privilege?” he drawled.
Some noises cut through the silent, chilly night air. Both their heads turned to look at one of the men on the ground, groaning in pain. It was time to get out of there.
Mia looked at Asher. The right thing to do would have been to let him sort out himself. She didn’t need to get more mixed up with him than she already was. But she couldn’t let a bleeding man go just like that. He had tried to help her. She hadn’t needed it, but still it had to count for something. She was part beast, but she wasn’t heartless.
“Where is your car?” she asked suddenly.
“I didn’t drive here.”
“You walked?”
Asher chuckled. “No, I was enjoying a ride on my baby.” He half turned his body and pointed at something.
She looked and saw the bike parked in the dilapidated sorry excuse of a car park. Wow, she thought. She had a thing for bikes. Loved them, in fact. She immediately knew what she was looking at. “Ducati 1098.”
Asher looked impressed. “She knows bikes,” he said slowly, in awe.
Mia ignored the interest that flashed and intensified in his eyes. She walked towards the bike, stopped at its side and faced the owner. “Here is the deal… you are coming home with me, so I can clean up your wound… then you leave and we both have a good night’s rest and never see each other again.”
He liked how her plan had started, not so much how she had ended it. But he held his tongue. The woman didn’t look like the type to be argued with. Besides, he was more interested in spending more time with her than arguing the details. A brief crazy idea flashed through his head. If he played his cards right, he might just end up spending the night in her bed.
A smile twitched at the corner of his lips. “Deal.”
She looked at him for a second more as though she was having second thoughts. Then shook her head and sighed. “Fine.” She gestured to the bike. “Let’s get moving.”
The ride to her small apartment took them less than ten minutes. Far too short for Asher to fully appreciate her body so close to his, but he consoled himself that he could get more if he played his cards right.
Asher got off the bike and followed Mia to a building that made his skin crawl. He hoped it was the lack of proper lighting that made it look so bad, but he doubted it.
The two store building looked like something Hollywood would use in a horror movie. It was perfect for any plot involving hauntings or serial murders. The moon light only made it look worse even though there was at least one security light at the front of the building. The two store building was old and falling apart. He counted at least three windows that were broken and sealed with anything from boards to duct tape. The paint was peeling off too. As though that was not bad enough, the immediate area around the building looked like a dump site. There was clutter everywhere and a strong, foul odor floated in the air.
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.
Mia was already pushing the front door of the building. She turned and looked at him. From the look in his eyes, she guessed what had crossed his mind. “Were you expecting a five-star hotel? With a pool and valet, perhaps?”
She could smell disapproval and distaste from him in waves, and it irritated her. Who was he to judge? From the bike and his clothes, she could tell the man had a little spare change in his wallet. She did not have that luxury. And besides, she had specifically picked this dump because even a wolf wouldn’t find her here. The place smelled like death enough to mask her own scent and make it almost impossible to find her, which is what she wanted. She had two parks after her, dammit. She couldn’t stay in a five-star hotel even if she could afford it.
She didn’t wait for his response and walked into the building straight to her apartment. The building had four apartments. Hers was the first one on the right. It was convenient and had a window in the back that gave to an alley, perfect for escaping in case of an emergency.
He followed her with slow measure steps as though he feared the building or the floor would collapse under his weight. Mia wasn’t in the mood to play host. She crossed her tiny living room, which was empty except for one wooden chair. She pointed at it. “Sit down. I will get the first aid kit.”
Asher was frozen at the entrance of her apartment. He watched her walk into what he assumed was the bathroom. The feelings that had ambushed him earlier and caused him to wait outside the shitty bar for this woman, only quadrupled.
He knew bartenders in tiny towns couldn’t get paid much, but this was worse than what he had expected. She was living in a dilapidated haunted building, in an apartment the size of a shoe box. He had seen bathrooms that were larger than her entire apartment. And he had definitely seen toilets with more furniture. The apartment was almost empty. One wooden chair in the tiny living room. He could see the equally tiny kitchen. There wasn’t much there either. A small, old fridge looked like the most expensive item she owned. Who the hell lived like this?
Mia returned with a first aid kit and found him still at the threshold of her front door. Anger and irritation hit her in equal measure. “Look, buddy, it’s been a long night. I don’t have time to waste on you. Sit your ass down, so I can clean your wound, then you can be on your way and I can get some sleep. My bed is calling my name.”
Asher’s eyebrows arched. “Do you actually own a bed?” he asked skeptically.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He waved a hand around like the answer was obvious. Then his brows furrowed. “Are you in some kind of trouble?” He had to ask because he couldn’t imagine a sane person would willingly live like this.
In a sudden moment of panic, her heart started beating so hard and fast, for a moment, she feared her wolf would rise to the surface. Mia drew in a deep breath and released it slowly. He knew nothing; she reminded herself.
When she was certain she was back under control, she walked over to him and grabbed his injured arm. She didn’t need him to sit down to take care of it. It was actually a good thing the man remained close to the door, so she could kick him out as soon as she was done.
She already knew the wound wasn’t serious, but she needed better access to it. She placed the first aid kit on the floor by their feet and then started to maneuver the leather jacket off the man.
“Hey.” Asher resisted. He wanted answers, but the woman was now in a hurry to clean his wound.
Mia stopped and placed her hands on her hips. “Take it off, or I rip it off, it’s your choice.”
Apparently, Asher’s brain was not communicating properly with his dick. While the woman’s living conditions still bothered his mind, his dick took her words like an invitation and hardened.
She hadn’t looked down to see the bulge in his jeans, but somehow she knew, and she glared at him. Asher swallowed. He was not very proud of himself; he hadn’t had such uncontrollable desire since he was a teenager. This was ridiculous.
Reluctantly, he removed his jacket, deciding to get it over and done with. Questions could wait. And maybe the smell of antiseptic cream would remind his body why it was a bad idea to lust over the sexy bartender.
She made quick work of cleaning and wrapping the scratch on his arm. Then she stood back and folded her arms. “Leave.”
“Excuse me?” He knew she wanted him gone, but geez, the woman could have waited three more seconds at least.
“Get out of my apartment.”
Asher gave the said apartment another look. “Ok, hold up. First of all, please answer me… Are you in some sort of trouble? This is hardly a proper living condition for a rat. I can’t let you live like this.”
Her brows rose with an incredulous shock. She chuckled, but it sounded ugly and cold. “You can’t let me?” she asked in a voice that dripped of ice. “I don’t answer to you. I don’t owe you an explanation and I certainly don’t care what you think about my living conditions. Get the fuck out of my apartment.”
Asher opened his mouth to say something, but it never made it past his lips because in a split-second, she moved forward and physically shoved him out the door before slamming it in his face.
The walls vibrated from the impact and Asher almost feared the act would cause the roof caving in. He waited a few tense second, then let out a relieved sigh when the building didn’t collapse around him.
He could hear the woman storm and curse through her apartment. He stood there for a second, contemplating if he should knock. Then he shook his head and walked away.
He had a few inches on her and maybe fifty pounds too, but the woman had pushed him like he was a skinny kid. Asher put his jacket on and headed for his bike. It was past two in the morning, he still had to find a place to sleep for the night. Dealing with pissed off, strangely very strong young women at that hour was not wise.
He sat on his bike and looked at the building. He wouldn’t let the matter go, though. There was no way he could.
Mia stormed right into her tiny bathroom. She slammed the door and leaned against it. A cocktail of emotions hit her like a blow to her gut. On one hand, she was glad Asher was out of her apartment and she never had to lay her eyes on him again. But on the other hand, she wanted him back in her tiny apartment, passing judgement over her living conditions as though he had a right. The man had the nerve, and she was losing her mind to even find it remotely sexy. With angry jerky movements, she removed her clothes and stepped into her shower. She let the hot water beat against her skin till it turned red and steamed. It felt good. Her apartment left much to be desired, but at least the place had hot water. It felt like she was cleansing her body of the events of the last two hours. But more importantly, it felt like she was washing away her own reaction to Asher Deavan. After a moment, against her better judgment, Mia allowed her mind to wan
She shouldn’t have been shocked to find him waiting outside near the back alley, but she was. Her wolf's senses picked him up the moment she walked out the back door. After the events of the night before, she was more alert to her surroundings. The stench of the alley couldn’t completely hide the musky scent of the man, and she was sure she could hear a heart beating not too far away. Mia stalled for time by slowly locking the bar’s back door and double checking it. Then she had no choice but to walk out of the dark alley. And of course, her senses had not lied. Asher was right there, leaning against his red and white Ducati bike barely an arm’s length away from the alley’s opening. She stopped walking and glared at him. “You have trouble hearing or you’re just trying to piss me off?” she asked in a clipped tone. The smile on Asher’s face didn’t falter. “I was thinking more along the lines of charming you, by showing you how per
“There he is!” A deep voice bellowed from the doorway, the sound cutting across the quiet office space like a roar. “I was beginning to think we should send out a search party for you, man. Where the hell have you been? Did you get lost on the road or something?” Asher smiled and looked up from the pile of documents on his desk. “I was wondering how long it would take you to find me once you heard I was back.” He made a show to glance at his wristwatch with an intense look. “Exactly six hours and twenty-nine minutes. Not bad.” “Don’t forget to count the seconds too,” Dave retorted as he lowered his body into one of the brown leather chairs opposite Asher’s desk without waiting to be invited. Asher snorted. “Of course, how could I forget the seconds?” Dave gave him a big grin, extremely pleased with himself. He lifted his leg over the other and tapped his fingers on his raised knee. “So, how was the adventure?” He actually sounde
“Do you need any help with those?” Rick called out from the doorway. Mia lifted her head over the stacked boxes that were blocking her view of the door. Apart from the question, there was nothing in his demeanor that suggested he was even remotely interested in helping her lift heavy boxes from the back storage room to the front of the bar. She was certain it was one of those offers people made just to be kind, but don’t really expect to take them up on it. He was probably expecting her to say ‘no, it’s fine, I got it.’ He was about to be in for a shock. Mia gave him a broad smile. “Really? Gee… thanks.” And just as she had suspected, Rick hesitated at the door, his eyes widening. “Oh. Right... sure.” She stifled a laugh and carried two heavy boxes over to him. It was really nothing she couldn’t handle on her own, but he had offered. Who was she to pass up the offer? Rick grimaced once she released the boxe
There was a routine to Mia’s days. The Red eyes bar took up exactly nine mentally gruelling hours out of her days from four in the afternoon to one in the morning. She usually had a full eight hours of sleep from two to ten, unless she went for a run in her wolf form to release stress or just to stretch her muscles. The hours between ten and four were filled with mundane activities like laundry, cleaning, listening to music, and cooking. If she had still been in the pack lands, her days would have been extremely different. Her thoughts wandered to her days in the pack while she prepared some steak for herself. She was hungry enough to consider shifting into her wolf and eating the meat raw straight from the floor. Her wolf was in full agreement with that idea, but Mia held back. She was living in a human town. In a tiny apartment, in a building with three other apartments. She had to refrain from giving into such impulses. She could never be too safe.
In less than twenty-four hours, Asher was back on the jet, flying back to the city. The trip had been shorter than he could have imagined. His pilot tried not to show his shock at being woken up in the middle of the night and told to fly back so fast, but Asher knew the man was probably wondering what on earth was going on. Asher hadn’t even had the energy to fake an emergency to explain the abrupt change in plans. His mind was too disturbed to think straight. He was wondering what was happening. He had left the Red eyes bar feeling as though all the light in his life had gone off. It was as though a cold hand had gripped his insides and twisted until there was no more blood flowing in him. There was no bounce in his step. It wasn’t the first rejection of his life, but it certainly felt like the worst. For some reason, a reason he couldn’t even begin to explain, Mia’s rejection hurt more than the one he had received just months before. Asher fr
The bar was full. The usual patrons in various stages of intoxication occupied every available table and space. Mia assessed this in a split second. Calculating the probabilities and chances of escape. Small, seemingly insignificant, and very crucial facts aligned themselves in her head. One, the packed small bar would buy her some time. And second, the entire place smelled of alcohol and like a poorly ventilated sweaty room. But she knew if she could catch his scent, it wouldn’t take him long to catch hers. In conclusion, her chances were not good at all. Connor stood at the door. His muscular build and tall height put him well above the majority of people in the bar. He hadn’t yet looked her way. His wandering, studying eyes had his face turned towards a small table of noisy drunks in the back, but Mia knew it was him. Not only from his scent, but she could never forget that face. The head enforcer of Blue creek pack was one of those people a
Was it wrong that he hated her as much as he desired her? Asher wondered. His thoughts floated in and out of his head as his heart pounded at the rhythm of his feet on the treadmill. When he thought about it, he actually hated Mia for the desire she had awoken in him. A desire so strong and consuming, it made him crave her more than his next breath. He had never known such a desire in his life; it pulsed in his blood with energy. Never knew it was possible to want someone so much, someone who didn’t even want him and had made it painfully clear on more than one occasion. He replayed their last encounter several times in his head. “... there could never be anything between us. So, you should go back to wherever you had disappeared to...” her words repeated themselves in his mind. And each time they hurt, just as they had the first time, he heard them from her lips. Lips he wanted to taste. Lips he imagined wrapped around other parts of his anato
Asher sat on a fallen tree, comfortably leaning against a rock. Mia watched him from a distance.He wore a black top that showed off his muscles and tattoos, just like she enjoyed. A black leather jacket sat next to him on the fallen tree trunk. It was part of his bike gear, but the bike was nowhere in sight because they had left it in a clearing almost a mile away.Mia completed her shift and stood up. She smiled as she watched her mate bounce their son on his knees and pointed out the trees and rocks. She couldn’t believe this was her life now. Not only did she have a mate, but she had a beautiful son as well, and she adored them both.They were in the woods because Mia needed to ‘stretch her legs’, as Asher liked to put it. And since the house they had bought wasn’t too far, Asher liked to ride them all on his bike to this secluded area.Since Ren wasn’t yet old enough to run with his mother, he stay
Asher watched the rather busy happenings of people passing by the window as he took a last sip of his coffee, then placed the empty mug back on the table. He hadn’t thought pack life was such a hive of activities.His thoughts, however, were not truly on thecoming and going of man and beast outside his window. No, his thoughts were bombarded with what he had discussed with Chris and James. If Levi would not fold, then they had to take drastic action and run.It was the same plan Asher had entertained the first time he was in the pack lands, chained to a wall. But unlike that time when death would have fallen on him swiftly in a blink of an eye. This time, the plan had potential to succeed. Chris and James were there to give Asher and Mia a fighting chance.Chris and James had already left the house to plot out the best route of escape. Asher was waiting for Mia to show up as she usually did, just as the sun touched the horizon.
Before he realized it, Asher had already spent an entire week with the pack. The days had flown by in an interesting mix of frustration and relief. The relief was, he had spent every waking hour in Mia’s company. Although under the very watchful eye of one of the pack enforcers. Asher imagined it was like having a chaperon in the nineteen hundreds. Making sure the virtue of a woman was kept intact while in the company of a man. It was a little late for that, of course, but it didn’t seem to deter their devotion to the task. Although it really pissed him off to high heaven and beyond, Asher managed to bite back his anger and tolerate it. At least he was grateful they hadn’t thrown him out, which would have made Levi extremely thrilled, he had no doubt. Something else that would have made Alpha Levi happy was James and Chris leaving the pack lands. But the duo had stuck around like an awful skin rash. The two made up Asher’s night c
Asher and Mia left the alpha’s house in a deep, thoughtful silence. It was like words failed them both at that moment. Or it was a matter of where to begin. It was actually the first occasion they were getting to talk ever since Connor and Sam had stormed into Asher’s house in the middle of the night. It was also their first time talking ever since Asher discovered what Mia was. Everything was now out in the open. There were no more secrets hidden in omissions, half truths, or lies. Mia bit her tongue and avoided Asher’s scrutinising gaze, which she felt like a burning flame on her skin. Her own thoughts caused a different fire within her. He had come back for her, yes, but she wasn’t still certain what he felt about the whole matter of werewolves. Not to mention her father’s frosty behaviour and the whole Dylan story. James’ words flashed through her mind. ‘What you see there is nature’s perfected killing machine. That is
Levi’s words filled the air and hung there like a toxic smell, ready to suffocate everyone present in the room. Or at least five out of the seven people present in the room. Everything and everyone seemed to first freeze in place, including the air, before things suddenly blew like a time bomb running out of time. Mia jumped off the couch, a deep growl erupting from her chest vibrating the walls when she faced her father. Her eyes glowed with her wolf, so close to the surface. She clenched and curled her hands, feeling her claws dig into her palm. Any second blood would sip out of the minor cuts and find its way to the floor next to her feet. Asher didn’t stand, but he moved to the edge of the couch, leaned his elbows on his knees and steepled his fingers before placing his chin on them. He closed his eyes for a moment and mentally counted to ten, very slowly, trying to calm himself before he did something stupid. When he
With the remaining injured, but lucky to be alive, members of Ice Lake leaving with literally their tails between their legs, Levi led the rest of his pack back to the houses. Despite the victory, Levi was not in a pretty state. The wounds on his body had stopped bleeding but still looked terrible. It probably didn’t help that he was also covered in dirt and Dylan’s blood as well. But Asher had to admire the man, even though he shuddered in disgust on his behalf. Levi did not so much as wince or show any sign he was in pain as he walked back with the pack. Asher, on the other hand, had unfortunately realized just how many injuries were all over his body and was not enjoying it one bit. His thoughts went back to Mia’s father and his confident steps. Asher was impressed, that was until James drew closer to him and whispered, “Don’t be fooled, these dogs heal in a matter of hours. By tomorrow that old goat will barely have a scratch on him
Her strong paws crushed leaves and twigs as they hit the ground in haste. Mia could now hear the obvious sounds of wolves fighting in the distance. It carried to her on the cool breeze that blew her way. She was almost there. The telling scent of blood was enough to churn her insides and confirm it. She didn’t exactly think she would single-handedly fight for her pack and spare them from certain death at the hand of the Ice Lake pack. Her ego was not that inflated. She rather just believed her presence would count. No sounds of a wolf running behind her floated her way. That only meant Sam hadn’t come after her. That was excellent. It would have been a struggle she neither had the time nor energy for. Despite her troubled thoughts, Mia had enough sense to come to an abrupt stop when she reached the fight and just quickly analyzed the situation. Almost immediately, the first thing she noticed amongst all the gruesome fighti
Mia sat up with a jerk when she heard her father’s howl cut through the air outside the house. Even though she was in a closed room, the sound had penetrated the walls and reached her as though the alpha had howled right there in the room with her. The Alpha’s call vibrated through her, calling to her wolf, calling to the pack. Calling to the bond that connected them all. It was a call to warn of intruders, a call to warn of serious trouble in their land. And a call to all pack members to fight for their pack. Mia recognized it all. Her feet hit the ground fast as she made her way to the closed window, desperate to find out what had provoked such a call. Nothing but calm trees met her eyes. She couldn’t see and anyone running in panic or otherwise. Her bedroom window didn’t have a view of the center of the pack homes, so it was pointless. Suddenly, behind her, the bedroom door opened. Mia turned to find her mother’s panicked face. In th
For a moment, it looked as though Alpha Levi didn’t know what to do with the human. He actually seemed to be speechless. Had it been a less tense moment, someone would have actually dared to laugh. Asher finally saw what Chris had meant by shocking the old alpha and surviving longer than five seconds. He didn’t dare to look away from Levi. The older man’s angry glare was almost too much to bear, but Asher refused to give in and look away. If he was going to get Mai, he knew he had to go through her father. Just as the tension seemed to reach breaking point, the Alpha’s attention snapped to the trees above them. He snarled. “You brought a rogue wolf and a blood sucker as your backup to steal my daughter?” Levi asked in an accusing but mocking tone. Asher chanced an indifferent shrug. “In desperate times, you can’t be too picky about who your friends are.” “You must be pretty desperate,” som