By the look on Luther's face, I figured it would be bad. His shoulders tensed, and his grip tightened around my wrist. "Stay by me," he hissed. I gave him an are you okay look before stepping out of the car. The ranch style house was beautiful, with a wraparound porch, overflowing ferns, and magnolia trees in the yard. Who I assumed was his mother, met him halfway, her smile reached her blue eyes, and her graying hair was pulled into a stylish bun. "Darling, I'm so glad to see you," she said, pinching his cheeks as if he wasn't this powerful alpha of their pack. I loved it. Her steely gaze shifted to mine, and her smile brightened. "I'm so sorry that I'm not more prepared for your arrival. Luther didn't tell me that you were coming," she said, giving him an eye roll. "What's your name, Lovely?" "I'm Blaire Summers. It's nice to meet you …" "I'm Barbara—you can call me Barbie. I'm so thrilled Luther has found his mate," he gaze dropped to my neck. "I see you haven't been marked
My body hummed with adrenaline, my wolf paced back and forth in anticipation of beating the hell out of Marcus. We'd never been close growing up. When I was deemed the next Alpha of our pack, Marcus grew cold and distant.When I walked into the room, I'd feel his gaze on me, haunting and pissed as if I purposefully took the position out from underneath him.The smug look on his face as I jacked him up, sent shivers up my spine due to the lack of emotion in his eyes. The fact he brought Emily here was a definite stab in the back. I didn't dare look over at her, because it'd be too much to handle. I never meant for it to happen. We were just kids. Still figuring out our strength and our abilities. But Marcus didn't see it that way. To him, I was a killer. The reason his mate died. "Boys!" Momma said. "You two knock it off right now. We're trying to have a nice dinner."Marcus put his palms up in surrender, his shirt still bunched in my grasp. "You're right, Momma. I think Luther shoul
What a night. I pulled off my clothes, and slipped into a silk pair of pajamas and a T-shirt. What was that saying? You can't choose your family. I couldn't believe the look of anger on Luther's face when Marcus brought that girl to dinner. I wanted to know who she was, but I didn't want to pry. Each of us had lives before the other. It wouldn't be fair to judge him when Thomas showed up my first day at work. My stomach growled, and I glanced at the door, hoping Luther brought something filling. After the unwanted girl gave me dirty glances, I'd lost my appetite. But being outside, riding on Luther's wolf, I got it back. I'd never experienced anything like that before. It'd sucked the breath from my lungs, and gave me the best adrenaline rush I'd ever experienced. The smell of the night, and the soft feeling of his fur … it felt like I'd stepped into a fairytale. Call me Little Red Riding Hood. Only the wolf doesn't eat me … yet. I chuckled to myself. "What are you laughing at?
Blaire's lean body was stretched out in the passenger side of my car, her breathing relaxed and content.I didn't want to ruin that.I wanted her to feel safe enough to sleep and be comfortable all the time. This wasn't how I wanted to introduced my human mate to being a part of the werewolf universe. I pictured shifting for the first time, her being frightened, but us running off into the sunset together.I didn't want Axel or Marcus anywhere in the picture. Nor did I picture shewolves and people being attacked by lycans so close to home.It terrified me to think of someone putting their hands on her. The only hands I wanted touching Blaire Summers were my own. I debated—my finger twitched—to reach over and run my palm up the span of her thigh, but I didn't want to wake her. The sun was setting as I pulled into the parking garage of the penthouse.Truth be told, I didn't want her to stay in the apartment across from me. I wanted her in my bed, where I could keep a better watch on her
Leo Young stood there in all his glory, that dimpled smile on his handsome face. His arms outstretched, bringing back memories from my freshman year of college. The easy going guy that I met at a club downtown one wild Saturday night. I’d briefly dated him, more or less, a friend with benefits for a couple of semesters. Nothing serious, but by the way Luther reacted, I didn’t dare hug him. I didn’t dare breathe, or move a muscle.He stepped in front of him, blocking our eye contact. “Wow, Luther Reed, you found your mate, I see.”Luther’s shoulders were tense, the room quiet and the atmosphere heavy. “How do you know her?” he asked.Leo took a step to the side, briefly meeting my gaze, before Luther blocked him again. “Don’t look at her. Look at me. How do you know my mate?”Leo chuckled and tilted his head to the side. “I met her years ago. We … were friends.”I sensed the smug smile on Leo’s face without seeing him. If he was anything like the guy I remembered, the smug smile was t
I watched Marcus as he studied my penthouse, his hands behind his back, and a looming umbrella of darkness that hung over him.He'd never been to my place before, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it just yet. Blaire, on the other hand, sat at the bar eating a plate of food I ordered, her legs swinging off the barstool.I felt her need for talking, and not long after, she asked, "So, Marcus, what do you do for a living?"It was almost comical, but I did my best not to laugh at her. Marcus' dark gaze, that matched our father's shifted toward Blaire, and his eyebrow curved toward his hairline. "I'm a werewolf. I'm the lead hunter in our pack. That's what I do."She gave him a snarky look, and went back to her food. "You didn't have to get a tude about it," she mumbled.Marcus smirked, and it slid underneath my skin. My wolf didn't like him chatting with my mate, or even looking at her, but he'd come in and found Bree's scent right away. He was the best hunter no matter how hard it was
The memory of the man—dragon or whatever—hung heavy over me for the drive to see Luther's friend. It wasn't as if I'd forgotten about it, but suppressed it into the back of my mind, putting it into a file of my childhood imagination.But once it'd been unlocked, and opened, it thundered into me like lightening. I'd never truly forget his piecing golden eyes or the span of his midnight wings behind him.When no one noticed him, and my grandmother didn't take me seriously, I chalked it up to be my imagination. A nightmare. Little did I know that he would follow me into my adult life, slamming me with dreams of sexual encounters?I hadn't had the heart to tell Luther that I'd somewhat enjoyed his lure. His kisses before he took what he wanted. The charm of the man sent needles down my spine."Are you okay?" Luther asked, reaching over and palming my shaking thigh.I glanced at his big blue eyes, and the heavy slant of his jaw. The man was utterly gorgeous, and everything I wanted, I just
I stalked out of my office, Blaire's wrist in my palm, hell-bent on diminishing the problem. If I could have found the bastard, I would have ripped his throat out, probably with some struggle considering he was a dragon, but that wasn't the case. I had no idea where he was, or if he was alone, and marking her would be the next best thing. If my scent was on her, it'd deter him from marking her himself. No one wanted to mess around with a woman that held the scent of another man. Blaire struggled to keep up with my long strides, but I couldn't help it, my entire body felt on edge. My wolf howled, and turned circles in anticipation of being with her. Stephanie emerged from her office, halting me. "Is everything okay?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Have you found anything concerning Bree?" I fought my wolf on shoving her out of the way. I knew her concern about Bree was logical, so I choked down the urge to tell her to piss off. "We're having a meeting tomorrow morning at 8 AM. Please