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Their meeting went on and Tara was now firmly entrenched in her belief that her silence equalled her survival. Cal wasn’t as sure about, the things happening around him. He wasn’t questioning his decisions, but he was questioning the information his people were receiving. He got back to the NARC enforcers on his border. He’d meet with them before Tara’s appointments. Whatever had them knocking on his door without a word of warning from their superiors had Cal concerned. In today’s climate, he needed to know as much as he could. Since biting Tara, Cal found he was feeling something off. It was like he could feel her emotions, and they weren’t what Cal expected them to be. They weren’t as simple as he’d expected. As soon as he thought he grasped her mood, it shifted, or he’d misread her mood. He was struggling with this concept of feeling her emotions. It wasn’t something he’d ever heard of happening. Which led him to question if he was imagining the e

He needed to make sure everything added up. With the NARC Enforcers in his territory, he had to ensure everything was covered. Every line of investigation, every suspect, and every detail, no matter how absurd it was. Cal sat in a chair with Tara seated on a stool within reach of him. Touching her helped him calm down and think straight. When the invading visitors entered the darkened space. They were on edge in an unfamiliar location. Cal and his people were relaxed and had the home ground advantage. “Good afternoon. Please have a seat and we’ll get down to business. I’m sure you are very busy.” Cal directed the three shifters to the unoccupied seats on the other side of a large table. Cal had several of his enforcers spread out behind him and on each side. “Thank you, Alpha Nichols, for your prompt response and interest in this situation. My name is Al Barnes and I currently head a team who is tracking several issues. One of those issues is the issues

Tara returned from changing into the first outfit. She wasn’t used to dresses and definitely the heels she was given. Her life was second hand jeans and t-shirts. Tara could walk in the heels, she just wasn’t used to wearing them for so long. Or having so much bare skin between the mini dress and the shoes. “No, too short. This isn’t for the club here. It’s supposed to be for when I take her out for a day event. I don’t want her being seen as a hooker. All skirts must be above the knee or longer.” “But she’s so short this makes her look like she’s got longer legs and therefore taller.” “I said no. Am I not being clear? I’m the client and alpha here. I know what I am saying. I won’t have her showing off herself at inappropriate times and causing trouble. You can’t be trying to start wars, are you?” “Start wars?” The tailor looked confused for a moment and then she clued in on what the alpha was talking about. “Oh! Oh, no, of course not. I’ll ma

Tara finally got through the appointment with the personal shopper, and it felt crazy because half of the watch she asked was extremely personal about Tara’s daily routine and the rest was her explaining to Tara she needed to learn one thing or another to present as an adult. Tara wasn’t completely convinced when the personal shopper had left and the sympathetic look on Rachel’s face didn’t comfort her, either. She’d been an adult earlier than most people. She handled lots of things adults did at a far earlier age than most. Tara had a strong urge to demand to see the alpha and beg him to let her go. This was all too much for her. She needed time to decompress and think about things. Having people pushing her to see things differently wasn’t something she dealt with very often. They usually just told her how it was and expected her to go along with it. Sure, she’d dreamed of many of these changes in her life, but dreaming was a far cry from reality. Tara was

Cal checked in around the club to make sure that everything was ready for the evening and nothing needed to be handled immediately. The last thing he needed was a potential disaster taking up his time. Cal headed into his apartment, expecting to find continued chaos with Terra‘s clothing fitting. But what he found was Terra waiting for him in that tiny near see through mini dress, nothing scattered anywhere. It took him a couple of minutes to think again because he just couldn’t get over the enticing scene. Tara sat nervously perched on a kitchen stool with a cup of tea and a drink for him. What more could he want with all he could think? He smiled as he approached her. Frustrated him a little, but it excited in too that she couldn’t look him in the eye yet. “Well, this is a nice change. I think I like this. To what do I owe this change?” Cal let his hands settle on her shoulders, his thumbs caressed her collar As his fingers toyed with her collarbone.