Mag-log inDerek hung his head low. "I own up to my mistakes. Can you just give me a chance to make it right with you and the kid?"
"Nah, we're fine without you, Derek. The best thing you can do for me is just stay the hell away."
"Tabitha, do you really hate me that much?"
"Yeah, I do. I hate you. I hate how you put me through all that hell. I hate how you spun this whole fucked-up dream for me and then ripped it all away. I hate that you made me into what I am today."
Derek
Before she could finish her sentence, Derek stormed in like a predator on the prowl.He pinned Tabitha against the wall with one hand and slickly locked the door behind him with the other.His heavy breathing hit her neck, his Alpha pheromones far hotter and more aggressive than usual.Clearly, the drug had fully ignited him. His deep eyes shimmered with a faint, golden glow in the dim light."Tabitha, you smell so good..." he whispered into her ear, his voice incredibly raspy.Of course she did. Between the cold water soak and the fatal attraction of the mating bond, how could she not?"Are you okay?" Tabitha asked, feeling like she was about to be crushed under his weight."No. I'm a mess." Derek's fingertips slid under the collar of her robe. That icy touch against her burning skin sent a wave of shivers through her body.Tabitha struggled, pushing against his firm chest, her breathing shallow. "You're crazy... this is the H
The reason Derek had downed that drink without a second thought was because, as the Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack, he had his own ways of dealing with things.Back in her room, Misha was so excited she could barely stand. The thought that Derek would finally be hers in a matter of moments sent a surge of adrenaline through her.She quickly changed into a piece of delicate lace lingerie she'd been saving, her curves hauntingly visible in the moonlight.Still, she remained cautious. She was terrified that if Derek were fully sober and saw her face, he might reject her.After weighing her options, she cut all the lights.Darkness was the perfect catalyst; between the alcohol and the drug, as long as he couldn't see her clearly, his primal instincts would take over.Once tonight was over, it would be a done deal.Misha let out a wild, triumphant laugh as she imagined waking up tomorrow and announcing her relationship with Derek to all of
Derek discreetly sniffed the liquid in his glass. It was a top-shelf single malt, the heavy peat and alcohol masking any subtle inconsistencies.He caught Tabitha's eye, and they downed their drinks at the same time.Across the room, Misha saw Derek empty his glass, and a smile bloomed on her face like a opening flower."Misha, what's got you looking so happy?" Bentley asked, sliding over like a piece of gum you can't kick off your shoe.The smile vanished instantly. Misha turned stone-cold. "Nothing. None of your business."To be honest, Misha wasn't even Bentley's type. But to gain a foothold in the Holmes family, he had to force himself to suck up to this arrogant brat.After being rejected over and over, his patience was hitting a breaking point. A dark, predatory glint flashed in his eyes."Misha, why won't you just look at what's right in front of you?"Bentley lowered his voice, his tone suggestive. "You've chased him fo
Under the cover of the ballroom music, a faint, hidden blush crept onto Tabitha's cheeks.It felt strange. In all the time they'd known each other, this was probably their first time actually dancing together in a formal setting.Derek didn't hide his intentions, wrapping his arm firmly around her waist and pulling her close, while her hand naturally found its place against his solid chest.They were parents to several children, yet in this moment, their hearts were racing like two teenagers in over their heads.Tabitha could feel a light sweat on Derek's broad palm—the most honest sign of a werewolf's physical arousal when facing his true mate.Misha, meanwhile, was standing on the sidelines, literally shaking with rage as her carefully laid plans turned to dust.Bentley saw his opening and moved in, trying to sound like a gentleman. "Misha, may I have this dance?""No," Misha snapped, not even bothering to look at him.
Cyrus pulled a cigarette from his pocket but didn't light it. He just flipped it irritably between his fingers, a look of pure, untamable frustration on his face. "I'm not looking to get married," he snapped."You're in your thirties, Cyrus. When exactly were you planning on starting?"Bonnie shot him a look. "Look at Derek. He already had—well, regardless, you're trying a girl out tonight. No excuses.""Women are nothing but trouble," Cyrus scoffed. Yet, for some reason, Tabitha's cold, stubborn face flashed in his mind."What trouble? Just go! These ladies have the bloodlines and the degrees to match yours. This is an order from your father. When the dancing starts, you pick a partner."Cyrus tossed the unlit cigarette, his eyes dark. "This sucks."He scanned the room. Every socialite in high-fashion silk felt her heart skip a beat when his gaze passed over her.Being the heir to the Holmes family meant he had the kind of powe
Cyrus could feel how tense Tabitha was. He pulled his hand back quickly. "Sorry. It just seemed like a mob back there."Tabitha stepped away, putting some distance between them. "It's fine. I get it. You should go take care of your guests, Mr. Holmes. Don't worry about me.""Just be careful. If you need anything, find me," Cyrus said, giving her one last look before heading off.He rubbed his thumb and index finger together, still feeling the sensation of her skin. "Are all women that soft?"A strange, restless energy started to stir inside him, like a slow-burning fire he couldn't quite place.The dinner kicked off with about thirty guests. Everyone was talking in low, polite voices.A few people stopped to pay their respects to Lycan Algernon before taking their seats.Bonnie was glued to Algernon's side, wearing that perfect, graceful smile she always showed the world.If it weren't for the whole Truman disaster, Tabitha never would have seen the dark side behind that mask.Cyrus w
In the years since Tabitha had vanished with the pups, Algernon had brought up this topic more than once.It was common knowledge across the pack that Michelle harbored an obsession with Derek, the cold, powerful Alpha. She'd spent years pleading with her father, wearing him down with her
Derek looked down at the battered man, his voice a gravelly rasp. "I can't do that. I'm sorry. I know you hate me, Lucian, but Randall is gone. No one can bring him back to life.""Then stop the act!" Lucian snapped his head up, eyes flickering with a dying amber light. "Just kill me and g
Tabitha didn't accept the envelope and spared it a cold glance."That's not necessary, but thank you," Tabitha's voice carried detached arrogance. "If it wasn't for Derek, I wouldn't have set foot on this territory."She paused, her gaze sweeping over Bonnie's pale face. "Leaving no
Tabitha gazed at the butler in the eye. "Well, this is such a big house. I believe there must be other guest rooms, right?""Well, like I said, we rarely have guests to stay the night. So, all the guest rooms are like this. The heaters are not working properly since they were out of use fo







