All Chapters of Shifters Temptation : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Without the lens of pack dynamics, she'll see him exactly as the Whipping boy she described in the Elevator. To make it worse, Sam flicks me a condemning look before he obeys. He pulls out a package of cold cuts, bread, and condiments and start making sandwich without asking what she likes. It annoys me more than it should, but Kylie's stomach complain again, and she looks appreciatively at the food, so figure it's okay."I'm going to take you home. You're going to come to work tomorrow, like nothing happened. Let me know if they make contact you again," I tell her as Sam makes the sandwich. She lets out an impatient puff of air, but lowers her chin."Yes, sir."My cock goes rock hard. Hearing those words, the same ones that normally annoy the hell out of me coming from kisses employees, feels like a total win. The time I picture her on her knees at my feet, gazing up with those beautiful, gold flecked eyes, waiting for my command.Sam slides the plate across the counter to Kylie.

KYLIE POV:The lights are on in the little house we rented near the university. I chose that locale because it's chip and there are plenty of restaurants and shop within walking distance. I always pick places where it's easy to blend in. "Mémé?" I push open the door and then stop. Something feels off. Hairs prickling on the back of my neck, I step in, trying to identify what's different. Nothing seems out of place. "Mémé?" It comes out sharp, and I hope she's not in bed already.I look around the kitchen and see unpacked grocery bags on the floor. Alarm bells go off full force.My phone rings. I dig it out of my pocket and stare at the words number blocked. Normally, I would never answer, but somethings not right, so I swipe the screen and put the phone to my ear. "Hello?""You did not follow our instructions." The voice is computer generated. A surge of anger rips through me. "Fuck your instructions.""We're fucking your grandmother. You should have d

I work to get through the firewall and the infosec code. I do not allow myself to think of what will happen if Jackson come back before I've succeeded. Or if I can't get in. Or if they don't let Mémé go. I only see the characters on a screen. A puzzle to solve. Sixteen minutes later, I'm in.No time to celebrate. I grab the thumb drive and insert it into his port. "I'm sorry, Jackson. I'm so fucking sorry. It auto-launches, code unfolding before my eyes with lightning speed.I get up from his chair, pick up my things, and walk swiftly out. I don't acknowledge his secretary. I travel down the hall, like I'm headed for the bathroom, and slip into the stairwell. Eight stories then a parking lot, and I'll be in my car. Except I already know I've been had. They're not letting Mémé go. How could they frame me if an old lady is telling a story about being kidnapping?So I just committed another felony act and destroy the old company I've ever admired for nothing. Worse I've destroyed whateve

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I walk to the Range Rover in the solar panel-coverd parking. I lift nose the air and snift, but all I smell is the cool spring air of the desert.The moon beckons me, makes me itchy to shift and hunt for Kylie. I reach the vehicle and stop.A dark head is visible in the passenger seat of my car. I know immediately it's her.My body surges into emergency mode, the shift upon me. I don't know what to think someone's murdered her and put her in there. Or that she's waiting to kill me. Or she's committed suicide and left her body for me to find it.I know its Kylie, and getting to her is a goddamn emergency, I rip open the door.She's not dead. She's not even hurt. And she's not holding a gun.All I find is a pale, tear-streaked face punctuated by huge, miserable eyes.Relief and fury simultaneously flood my viens. I haul her out of the car by her wrist and slam the door. I don't smell fear on her, but she's docile like she knows she deserves m

JACKSON POV :I wake up with my fangs and Kylie's scent my nostrils. No wonder I dreamed about owning her hot little body the entire two hours I slept. I must have marked her in every position in my sleep. I shouldn't feel rested, but the sexual frustration pumps me with energy. Claim.Mate.Mark.My wolf fucking loves that she's in my house.I force myself to get in the shower with the spray on ice cold so I won't go hunt her.It doesn't help I'm still ready to dominate her when I get out.Chase her up a rocky mountain, knock her to the ground, and sink my teeth so deep into flesh, she'll scream....Yeah, and that would kill her. She'd be screaming, all right, and it wouldn't be ye, Jackson.I skip the suit and tie today, opting for a button down and khakis. My employees have been up all night working, I don't need to show anyone up.Kylie's scent hits me hard the moment I walk out my room. My cock swells against the zipper of my pants. I find her in her room