Even after several days and certain that he had managed to wash Lara’s scent from his skin, Jason found he could barely look Layon Silverdale in the eye. Standing in the library of the Silverdale Manor with his hands clasped behind his back, Jason chose instead to avert his gaze to the floor as he listened to the latest report from his future alpha. “We’ve had reports of strange wolves in the area,”Layon explained, running his fingers through his glossy black hair as he sat on the desk where his father usually sat in order to give them their orders. Already Layon was looking like the embodiment of an alpha, sitting all high and mighty in his father’s chair, and Jason couldn’t help but feel a twisting in his gut whenever he thought of what his best friend might do if he found out about him and his ex-girlfriend. “Tyson and Lukas even scented a couple within the boundaries of the community, but what we can’t figure out is how they are getting in.” Stop thinking about Lara and focu
“You have got to be kidding me! Jason Rathbone? No way!” Lara cringed at her sister’s words, knowing that she probably shouldn’t have told her anything about the night she had spent with the future second of the pack. Yet it had been a few days and she hadn’t heard from him, nor had she managed to pluck up the courage to give him a call herself. She had to talk to somebody about it. Tanny stared at Lara with absolute astonishment on her face. The two had been sharing a quiet meal together at the Silver Moon. That was until Lara had dropped the bombshell on her. Now Tanny’s green eyes glittered with curiosity and surprise. She brushed back her ash-blonde hair and leaned across the booth to look Lara directly in the eye before asking, “Well, what was it like? Was he any good?” At the question, Lara’s insides tingled. She remembered all too well how good it had been, and it was clearly written on her face the moment Tanny asked, “That good, eh? Who would have guessed it from a big
3 Days Later “Thank you,” Jason smiled to the beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed she-wolf who placed a mug of coffee in front of him on the penthouse coffee table twenty-five floors up in Harrison Wolfe’s New York hotel. It had been less than a year since their last visit, though things were definitely much more peaceful than the last. “You’re welcome,” Acacia Wolfe returned his smile and turned to her newborn son, who had begun to coo and fuss in his Moses basket at the edge of the room.“I am sure they won’t be too much longer.” “Alphas will be alphas,” Jason responded with a shrug. Though he could hear Layon and Acacia’s husband, Harrison, leader of the New York pack, talking in the library down the hall, he was trying his hardest not to listen to what they were actually saying. If they had wanted him to know what they were talking about, they would have invited him in on the meeting. Jason couldn’t help but wonder whether something might be wrong between him and his first
Lara wasn’t sure how long she had been down there in the dark. She wasn’t even sure where there was, but what she was sure of was that therope binding her wrists and ankles wasn’t just any ordinary rope. If they had been, she would likely have already managed to yank herself free of them.No, the people who had kidnapped her were well-versed in kidnapping werewolves because the acrid stench of wolfbane that hit her nostrils every time she tried to pull herself free told her so.As if rope burn wasn’t bad enough, the wolfbane was slowly seeping into the cuts and scrapes of the coarse material, and it was weakening her from not only the outside in but also the inside out. She could feel the poison slowly leaking into her veins, making every single inch of her body scream for a release from the agony.The sound of thudding somewhere above her head alerted Lara to the fact that she was no longer alone. The sound grew distant as thoughsomebody was walking past above her head, and then
Standing outside Layon's office inside Silverdale Manor, Jason debated whether to knock for the hundredth time. He had been fighting the urge to approach his best friend for the last few days now. It had been two days since their return from New York and since Layon had received the call from Lara's sister, and still Jason was feeling as though something wasn't right. He had called Lara's phone over and over again whenever he found himself alone, hoping and praying that she would answer, even if it was only to tell him to fuck off. Even if she said she wanted to forget all about what had happened between them and that she never wanted him to contact her again, he could face that. What he couldn’t face was the dreadful thought that something awful had happened to her while he had been away in New York. He wasn't sure he would ever be able to forgive himself if something had happened. Why would it be my fault? he asked himself even as he raised his fist to knock on the door for the
“Jason…” Lara breathed the name, feeling his hands caress her flesh. She stood with her back to him, feeling his muscular torso pressed against her spine even as he reached around and stroked the hair away from her neck to kiss the side of her throat. Tilting her head to the side to expose her throat to him, she leaned back against him, practically arching her back like a cat in heat. When she did so, she could feel the rock-hard throbbing length of his manhood pressed against the curve of her ass and she bit her lip, knowing that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Reaching back with her hand, she slipped it between her ass and his groin, cupping his balls in her hand. Squeezing until he growled with pleasure, she broke into a smile. Unable to control herself any longer, she whipped around to face him, beginning to tear the metal buckle of his leather belt. Even as she did so, his hands came to cup her face and he leaned down to kiss her, making her head spin with delight. E
Having just left Tanny’s studio apartment with little more information than he’d had when he left the Silver Moon Bar, Jason was surprised when his phone started to ring in his jeans pocket. For a split second he hoped that it was Lara, calling to tell him that she knew he was asking around Silverdale about her and that she wanted him to stop. Yet the moment he saw Layon’s name flashing across his screen, his heart sank. Offering one final acknowledgment to Tanny who was waving farewell from the apartment window, he clicked the answer button and pressed the phone to his ear. “Hey, Layon, I haven’t managed to get any new information on Lara’s disappearance yet but…” “That’s going to have to wait,” Layon’s voice cut him off abruptly, and he had to bite the urge to growl at his first. The last thing he wanted to do was wait to find her. If it had been up to him, he would have found her days ago and she would be in his arms right now or running through the woods on the Silverdale es
“You know, if you are going to keep coming down here and bugging me, you could at least tell me your name,” Lara grumbled, struggling to speak past the growing dry lump in her throat. Still tied to the chair in the dark, damp, and disgusting basement, the Italian werewolf had been her only company for days. She was growing increasingly uncomfortable, thirsty, and hungry. Only her wolf was helping to keep her strength up with its aggression and its desire to rip out the asshole’s throat. “Well, I do suppose you are right,” the black-haired man shrugged and smirked at her. Lara struggled not to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw the plastic water bottle he was holding in his hand. “It’s not exactly like you can run off and go telling anyone about me, is it?” Lara bit the inside of her dried lip to stop herself from snapping at him that he was the biggest dick she had ever met in her life and that was saying something because some of the men in her own pack could be pretty bad