MasukGabriel scooped her up and carried Honorera to the bed. He laid her down as if she was as fragile as glass. Then he knelt on the bed next to her and continued the kiss where he had left off, fully unleashing his passion. His hands pulled up her shirt so he could touch her bare, heated skin. She moaned and writhed underneath his touch, wanting more, needing more. Her hands tugged impatiently at his t-shirt, yanking it up until he obliged her and pulled it off over his head... before doing the same for her. Honorera was naked before him, in only her panties, since his over-size t-shirt was all she wore to bed most nights. He’d never seen anything more beautiful.He worshiped her body, kissing her neck, biting lightly at the tender junction of her neck and shoulder, before he turned his attention to her breasts. Her breasts were full, the dusky nipples pearled in the cool air. He kissed the soft flesh before drawing the nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly until she groaned a
Gabriel climbed the stairs, his shoulders stiff and sore with tension. He'd been working for weeks, digging through all his contacts, trying to find anything he could on Honorera, her family, her past, and the price on her head. But he'd made almost no progress. He traced Tanner and Kayla Lee back to a small pack in Ohio. Kayla Lee had been an almost invisible member of the pack, an obedient omega. When her brother was exiled, she went with him. Possibly she was forced by her brother to accompany him into no man's land. But somewhere along the way, they had parted.Todd would not reveal the owner of the contract, and King’s denied all knowledge of the mark. "It's not one of mine, Rico. When are you coming back to work? We need you man, the boys are getting sloppy without you."When he reached the top of the bedroom, he was surprised to be met by his mother. She was wrapped in her favorite tattered terrycloth bathrobe, but she was no less intimidating as she propped her han
Something was wrong. Honorera didn't know what it was, but Gabriel was different. He had a dark and stormy expression, and he was distracted all the time. She couldn’t help but ask herself, had she done something wrong? Or perhaps he had simply grown tired of her? Whatever the reason, she felt the change deeply and keenly, and it scared her. Whatever small progress she had made at being more confident shriveled away, and she felt herself shrinking back into her old shell. Gabriel still woke her early to train, and he trained her hard. She hated the weights, but she loved the kickboxing lessons. She thought she was getting stronger, but Gabriel gave her so little feedback, she couldn't tell if he approved. After breakfast, he often disappeared without much explanation. "Sorry love, I have some work to do," he would say, and he would take his laptop and phone and retreat into the study and close the door behind himself. Or he would kiss her forehead and pass her off to his
A small, dark brown wolf followed Honor’s scent through the trees all the way to the small spring. Seeing Honor curled up in the dirt, she hurriedly shifted back and pulled on the dress she’d been carrying in her mouth. “Oh my Goddess, are you all right, sweetheart? Why are you sleeping in the dirt?”Honor yawned and eyed her mother-in-law warily. “Nothing’s wrong. I just felt really sleepy.”“Oh.” Elena plopped down next to her with the comfortable ease of someone who had sat in forest dirt before and had no objection to doing it again. “You ran off and you were gone so long — I was worried. If anything happened to you, Gabriel would never forgive me.”Honor picked leaves off her shirt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just — didn’t know what to do with myself.”“I expect it was rather a lot to take in.” Elena looked at her hands, still slightly damp from the spring. “The healing. It surprised you.”“I’ve never done anything like that before.” Honor twisted her fingers. “Or —
Gabriel shut himself in the small office above the pack’s restaurant in town and pulled out his phone. “Violet. What do you have for me?”“Something good.” A pause. “But it’s going to cost you.”“How much?”“How much is it worth to you, Gabe?” Her voice had the particular quality of someone who already knew the answer and was enjoying the negotiation anyway.“Ten thousand.”“Fifty. Or I develop a very convenient memory problem.”“Fine. Fifty, in your account within the hour, if the intel holds up.”“It’ll hold up, baby. It always does.”“Then talk.”“I bugged Todd’s phone.” A beat of satisfied silence. “He got a call this morning. Someone wanted to know who the wolf at the trailer was. Todd held out for sixty grand before he gave them your name. And your location.”Gabriel went very still. “Tennessee.”“Tennessee.”He said something under his breath. Todd had sold him out for sixty thousand dollars, which was almost insulting. “Who made the call?”“Number registered to a Lance Pollard.
After breakfast, Honor volunteered for dishes and Gabriel picked up the drying towel without being asked, positioning himself next to her at the sink. She handed him a plate and waited.“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said.“I know.” She handed him another plate. “You’ve been carrying it for weeks. Whatever it is.”He set the plate down and turned to look at her. She kept her eyes on the sink, scrubbing methodically, giving him the space to say it in his own time. He appreciated that about her — the way she never pushed, never pried, just made room.“Someone came to the trailer after we left. Looking for you. Not Tanner — someone hired to find you.” He watched her hands slow on the plate. “There’s a contract on your life, Honor. Someone paid to have you killed.”She was quiet for a moment. Scrubbing the same spot. “That’s what you’ve been doing. These past weeks.”“Yes.”“Why didn’t you tell me?”“I didn’t want to scare you. I thought I could find answers quickly and then—”
Someone was watching her in her dreams.And now she felt it while she was awake too — that particular prickling at the back of the neck, the sense of being observed by something she couldn’t see. Honor scrubbed the dishes harder than necessary and told herself she was being paranoid.She hadn’t slep
My God. I’ve found her.She was staring up at him like a wild animal caught in a trap — brown eyes wide, startled, confused — and for one suspended moment her hair fell back from her face and he finally, finally saw her.She was breathtaking. High cheekbones, eyes that tipped slightly downward at th
Gabriel scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down as if she were as fragile as glass, and then knelt beside her and continued the kiss where he’d left off — all the careful restraint of the past weeks dissolving at once, his hunger for her coming through undisguised and certain. Hi
Something was wrong.Honor didn’t know what it was, but Gabriel was different. The dark, stormy expression had settled in and stayed, and he was distracted all the time — present in body, somewhere else entirely in his head. She turned it over, the way she turned everything over, looking for the ang







