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"And you don’t know of any Alphas who would do such a thing?” I ask my dad while we sit on the couch in my office. He leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees and shakes his head, “Not a single one. It’s not common practice anymore and even under the best of circumstances most Alphas fear the repercussions from the Delegation,” he explains. “But as long as they act within the law they have nothing to worry about. The Delegation isn’t evil, and they aren’t dictators,” I say, feeling a little protective of the friends I have made. Not a single irshiust has a mean bone in their body, they weren’t made that way. But I wouldn’t call them pacifists either. They are trained and highly skilled warriors, stronger and faster than even a nagata. The only thing I know of that can rival them in strength and speed is a God. They have to know how to fight so they can carry out sentencing or stop wars. They are essentially the earthly representative of the Gods or at least Zarseti. But a
When I get to my suite I fling the door open, and my jaw drops to the floor at the sight before me. Standing in all his oh so handsome glory is Marcus, wearing a charcoal grey suit jacket with black lapels – he seems to like black lapels – a white dress shirt with the first three buttons undone giving me a perfect view of his defined pectoral muscles, which right now I very much would like to outline with my tongue. “If you don’t, I will. Hubba, hubba!” Zara pants in my head. He’s paired it with black slacks, black belt, and black loafers with a very expensive looking platinum wristwatch to boot. Gods take the wheel because my mouth has gone dry as a bone and my core is heating up as blood travels south fast. “You’re drooling,” he says with a smirk. “You look amazing,” I admit, and I can hear how breathy my voice sounds. Well, that’s embarrassing. He smiles as he walks over and cups my cheeks in his large hands; the contact sends an instant shock to the system, and I realise how m
It’s not too long before we’re approaching our destination and he’s parking against the curb in a side street. He gets out, zipping over to my side at lightning speed and opens my door for me. He holds out his hand and I don’t hesitate to take it, stepping down from the truck. He shuts and locks the car, but this time I wrap my arm around his before he even has a chance to offer. Marcus is looking down at me like a child who found Christmas just arrived early and I instinctively smile back up at him. It still amazes me how my emotions feed off of his – both positive and negative – even though we haven’t marked each other. Is it just us, or is it all animai? It’s just no one notices because most couples don’t hesitate to seal the bond. I’ll have to ask Chris since he held off longer than anyone I’ve ever known. We walk arm in arm around the corner and a few short steps before he’s opening the front doors of the establishment we’ve stopped in front of. We step in and I’m surprised by
We happily dive into our food, stealing glances at each other between bites and it makes me feel like a teenager being all silly with her crush. I never thought I was this person, but I rather like it. With things going better between us I feel myself opening up and relaxing around him more instead of being guarded.“There’s something I’ve been dying to ask you,” he says after taking another sip of his bourbon and coke.“Should I be scared?”“I don’t think so,” he chuckles, “I just can’t for the life of me figure out what Mei is,” he says making me freeze with my fork near my mouth. This makes me frown; I wasn’t expecting this question.“Is it that bad?” He asks with a worried tone.“No, it’s not that. It’s just not public knowledge, only a select few know what she is, and I’ve been doing my best to keep it that way. I wanted to make sure she was strong and able to protect herself before we let it be more public.”“Oh. I can understand that,” he concedes.I chew on the inside of my ch
Zara was snarling uncontrollably the entire time Davina was in our presence and if it weren’t for the fact I’ve had twenty-one years of practice maintaining my composure, I would have leapt across the table and ripped the lying bitches tongue out and fed it to her. I could see and feel Marcus’ rage, I could even taste it on my tongue. But I also noted his fear and panic; not of her, but fearing her presence would scare me off. I held no anger towards Marcus over this, but I’m glad we are both in agreement that something is amiss. How did a banished wolf follow him all the way to a human restaurant in another state? “She’s still here, and no doubt listening to our conversation,” Zara growls. Her rage still very prevalent. “I know, I can feel her. Let her listen, I’ll deal with her when the time comes,” I assure her. Fortunately, I was able to calm Marcus, who I could tell was struggling to stop Ace from shifting. I could only imagine how Ace is feeling right now, but I’m sure Zara i
We’re driving for a few minutes before Marcus starts up a conversation. “I take it from what I heard that you broke her hand?” He asks with a malicious smirk. “She’s lucky that’s all I did,” I deadpan. “Were you that jealous?” He teases. “I only get jealous about things that matter,” I say dismissively. The atmosphere in the truck becomes uncomfortable all of a sudden. “Are you saying I don’t matter?” He whispers. My head snaps to his and I can see the hurt all over his face. Fuck. Shit. Dammit. Great, now I’m the one putting their foot in their mouth. “Why the hell did you say that?! Fix it!” Zara yells in a panic. Neither of us wants to see Marcus hurt and it upsets me to know I hurt him. That wasn’t my intention. “That’s not what I meant,” I quickly say. “Then what did you mean?” He asks tersely. I rub my face taking a deep breath to think of how to phrase my words. “Have you ever felt jealous or envious over anything?” I ask. He frowns thinking over my questions. “No,
I was so sure that Davina’s sudden appearance had ruined my date with Amelia and our progress altogether, but that was not the case. It did, however, help me understand Amelia better and at the same time have me wracked with guilt for all the shitty things I said to her when we met. Everything she said pierced my heart and soul. She’s controlled and level-headed because one impulsive word or act would be detrimental to her position as an Alpha. She was right, I had made the same argument against her, so I know I was no better, but hearing her talking about what it was like for her growing up had me thinking about what it was like for me growing up. I never had to fight hard to be the Beta. Jasper and I were like brothers, so it was a no brainer. I just had to train to make sure I was the best Beta I could be. Jasper always worked hard because he loves and cares for his pack, but not once did anyone question if he would be a good Alpha because of his gender. The pack rejoiced the day
My hands explore every curve and dip of her toned body, just the way I pictured the night we met. My lips form a path of kisses down her jawline, her neck and down to her cleavage. Fuck she’s gorgeous. I run my tongue along the swell of her breasts and find myself grinding against her very wet core. She’s soaked through her lingerie and her juices are lubricating my dick. Her breathing is laboured as she writhes under me, her pussy rocking against my dick seeking friction – friction I am all too willing to give. “Can I take this all off?” I ask as I gently nip the tops of her breasts, my tongue tracing over her Alpha’s mark causing her breath to get stuck in her throat. “Please,” she says in a moan as she arches into me; my dick is throbbing right now, but I’m not rushing this. I sit back on my heels and give myself a second to take in the beauty splayed out in front of me. She is the sexiest sight that not even my wildest dreams could make up. I gently claw my fingers down her thi