All Chapters of When Mates Collide: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Danny stepped onto Seventh Avenue as memories flooded him of the last time he’d seen his gorgeous cunt-whore ex. Her long flaxen hair blew in the Atlantic breeze as she gazed at the ocean, waves lit mystically by a new moon. Her green eyes were darker in the low light. There was something behind them that should have had him worried. “Are you feeling better?” he’d asked, walking out to stand beside her. They’d borrowed a friend’s place and it was only their first night there. He couldn’t wait to tear off her yellow, cotton sundress, but she’d demurred, claiming a stomachache. Then she’d come out here. Like she hadn’t heard the question she stared ahead, high tide waves crashing eight short feet away. He glanced to the wood floor beneath their bare feet and saw in his periphery, her orange-painted toenails wiggling. It occurred to him then that maybe she wasn’t truly ill after all; maybe something greater was on her mind. With his supernatural hearing, he listened for her heart rate

Only ten feet away, was intensely masculine Danny Shane in a black Hugo Boss suit, glaring at her with supreme hatred. “Danny,” she whispered in disbelief. With all the dignity of her bloodline, she collected herself, and in her calmest voice, said, “You look well.” Fire practically shot from his mouth. “How is it you called me twenty-five minutes ago, and now you’re standing exactly where I’m at, Kat?” The sound of her name falling from his lips melted her, but she didn’t want to show it. Joe always called her Kat, as her parents did. But Danny had never done that. Her lips parted as she blinked at him. “Are you stalking me?” All the warm fuzzies vanished. Through daggers, she hissed, “You must be insane if you think me capable of such a thing.” His nostrils flared and his eyes seemed to lighten. “Dammit,” he muttered, shaking his head like a dog before he locked eyes with her again. “Then why are you here?” “Why are you here?” she countered, crossing her arms. “I’m not the one

They sat in silence as two more rounds went by. Nate and Elliot would have sat quietly with him, too, although maybe Elliot would have tried to make him laugh. He’d have succeeded but it would not have been an easy undertaking for both of them. Elliot was the least patient with Danny’s hatred of women. Well, hatred was maybe too harsh a word…but he sure didn’t trust them. And all because of the flaxen-haired beauty whose ghost just ripped him to shreds all over again. Danny sighed, motioning for the bartender to come over. “Another round?” she asked without emotion of any kind. “No,” Danny muttered. “Just the check. But use this card. Not the one he gave you.” He handed her a black American Express card. Darrell objected, “D, let me get this for you.” “No. But thank you. For…you know.” The bartender glanced between them with a smile and turned to run the card. When she brought it back, she said, “So you’re not a jerk after all.” Danny just snarled at her until she scurried away

As soon as he hit send, Danny jumped up and headed for the bathroom easily the size of a small Crossia studio. He hadn’t held back when he’d renovated this unit. After the Co-op approved him, he’d gutted the place to match his taste. Everything elegant. Shining. Black or charcoal grey, with the ceilings white for an added feeling of space. His bathroom had two showerheads with room for four people, not two. There was a separate, Jacuzzi bathtub. If he and his wolf friends were going to live like humans, they should live like the best of them, since by default werewolves were superior already. Not that human beings would see it that way. He ran the water extra hot and stripped off his clothes, kicking the annoyingly tight shoes aside with extra gusto. As soon as the scalding water hit his sore back, he sighed long and loud. Then he turned and got a surprise. It felt a little better than he thought it would. He glanced down. “What the fuck?” He was hard as a rock. Now that he was payi

“Okay, I can handle this,” he said, under his breath, not believing it. As though on dramatic cue, lightning illuminated the heavens followed instantly by powerful claps of thunder. In heavy undulating sheets, the rain exploded from the darkness, assaulting his Audi A4 Sedan. With every curse word he could think of he searched for the windshield wipers. He hit the turn signal, accidentally turned off the lights and put them back on, and hit the cruise control. “For what I paid for this piece of shit, the wipers should be zipping on their own at the first drop of rain.” Finally, the wipers moved and he cranked them up full gear. Exhaling, he sat back, gripping the wheel. “If Eli could see me now. He’d never let me live this ineptitude down.” For two miles he drove fairly quickly despite the storm until suddenly red taillights illuminated the darkness. Stopped traffic. “SHIT!” He slammed the brakes and hydroplaned to a diagonal stop, narrowly missing the rear end of a Subaru. Panting,