Everyone leaving the room at once causes mayhem in this narrow corridor, and I can’t tell which way we’re even moving as we’re crammed among so many, it’s like ants evacuating a collapsing den via the only escape route. It’s claustrophobic.
“Yeah, I think we used to play in the same places as children.” I answer distractedly, as I avoid collision with oncoming traffic, trying to be polite, but I’m too busy side-stepping large males pushing by, and trying not to get trampled underfoot.“We did. I remember you. You had a brother, Jasper, about my age.” The use of his name, from someone else’s mouth, sucker punches me unexpectedly, and I have to bite my lip to stop the sudden inhale from the slice of pain it inflicts. Even after all these years, I’ve never really fully mourned the loss of them. I try never to think of them and push it down whenever one surfaces.“I did. He didn’t come baHis tone is clipped, and he closes link before I can respond, despite saying he wouldn’t, sounding off, and moody, and I swear it actually makes me want to laugh at how ridiculous he’s being. He sent me here with Matteo, and now he’s what? Jealous, because I said he was being nice. I knew males were territorial and possessive by nature, worse so when they mate up, but I’m not even his and he has nothing to worry about. We imprinted, and the fates made sure I have no desire to look at anyone else, even if he did reject me.I inhale sharply, shake it off, and go back to staring at the fire, trying not to let him get to me as the door swings open and two boys stomp in arguing with one another“You’re a liar, I didn’t say anything of the sort.” The first male snaps, turning and spotting me and instantly frowning like he’s just been faced with a terrible or vile sight. He stops dead as the other collides into the back of him
“Hi. I’m Cesar, this is Jesus…. and the infamous Meadow here.” Cesar nods at me, no hint of either dislike, or friendliness in his blank statement. He’s another tall stocky type and I’m starting to see a pattern with this pack. Best of the breed and all alarmingly alike, except Carmen, the only blonde among them. They’re all big, strong, and have lashings of both aggression and attitude, common among our strongest. I’m sure as a pack they have many a battle of wills and lots of spats.“She knows who we are, don’t you, Amiga? She has Cole’s memories and I’m sure she knows how to access them.” Meadow strolls in front of me, heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her eyes wandering over me as she takes me all in without caring how uncomfortable it’s making me. Devouring my appearance with a critical eye.“I do” I answer sheepishly, aware another has entered the open door and prayin
“Plenty time. Come, we have some girl stuff to do. Carmen isn’t welcome, she can sit over there and think about what she’s done.” Meadow tosses her hair back, that long sleek hair shining as it flies over her shoulder sassily, throwing her a pointed look and leads the way, yanking me with her once more. Cesar and Jesus, still standing in the entranceway, move out of the way and I catch the slight up and down appraisals as they size me up in passing. The twin’s eyes follow me and although it’s not outright hostility I can tell none of the males, with the exception of maybe Matteo, are sure they want me here. I’m an outsider to them, an intruder to their pack, and not worthy to be bonded to their alpha.As soon as we get to the corridor, Meadow slides her arm in mine and hauls me close a little aggressively for my liking. Leaning in so her perfume and natural wolf scent mingle and hit me with a heady concoction. “I know
“Ummmm.” I clear my throat, shifting from one foot to the other and try to stop gawping at what she’s holding. It doesn’t look like there’s enough on any of what she’s holding to cover even a tiny part of me. No belief in the fact it’s a full set of lingerie or that she buys the right size to cover her own assets.“Let me guess, you’re a tidy whites and sports bra girl? Do you even own a push up a bra, or a thong?” I catch the jest in her tone as she mocks me and rolls her eyes, as I begin to shake my head, eyes wide and completely shellshocked we are even discussing my underwear habits. I mean, we only just met, and far from the fact I thought all Santos hated my kind, here she is trying to gift me her underwear. “Ai, Papi!” She mutters to herself with a hint of disappointment. “Colton seems more like a black lace kind. The boy has hidden kinks for sure.… So, we’ll go with that. It
“Juan has no right to force that of him, but Colton, he needs a shove. He needs to stop obeying everything he commands and fight for his right to choose his own mate. The law is on his side in this. Juan oversteps his boundaries all of the time and Colton is so used to toeing his line and obeying, that he doesn’t even think he can question it.” The anger simmers below her surface yet I feel it vibrating from her as it fuels my own.“Juan is forcing him to mark Carmen before the next full moon, even though they’re no longer even dating?” It’s almost a sob as pain slices into my throat and threatens to choke me. Legs giving out and I stumble to the bed nearby to slump down heavily, stunned with the reality of this. “He didn’t tell me.” I heave in air as the tears start to wrack my body, and Meadow comes to perch beside me, running her hand down my hair in a bid to console me.“I think Colton is hoping he can c
Meadow whistles at me, almost deafening me with the strength she can emit with just two fingers in her mouth, and motions with her hand in a circling manner to get me to turn around. She’s bossy but there’s something likeable about her and I’m fast warming to her pushy personality.She’s gone to town on me in a short space of time. My hair sleek, combed until it’s glossy and pulled up into a high ponytail that she said made my waves come together to an almost ringlet at the back. She’s blushed, pinched, dabbed, and painted my face with various products, and squeezed me into clothes she swears are my size, but the restrictions I feel make me doubt it. My bust is surprisingly close in size to what she wears, so no doubt she heavily downsizes for extra oomph in her breast department.Skintight soft denim jeans, paired with a fitted white tank with a low-cut V. I’m all cleavage I never knew I had, a booty I feel is way out on show from
“See, Chica, they like. My boys, they know sexy when they see it. I think it’s a massive improvement to wearing Cole’s cast offs.” Meadow walks around me, her own final appraisal as though she didn’t spend minutes upstairs admiring her handy work and then sashays away again, grinning to herself. She’s congratulating herself on her awesome skills.“Who likes what?” Colton seems to appear out of thin air while I was too distracted to pick up on him, and I spin, in both surprise, and instant nervousness, realizing I didn’t get any time to prepare myself for him walking in. I’m just standing here halfway into the room like some awkward kid who’s been asked to model the ugly jumper her grandmother knitted for Christmas.Our eyes lock as he hits me with that megawatt cute boy smile, a hint of dimples, and a reminder how gorgeous Colton is when he relaxes and let’s his charms shine. That’s before breaki
Meadow slinks over to Cesar on one of the armchairs and crawls onto his lap, curling herself around him and nestling her butt against his crotch. I can’t help but watch the way he opens up and accepts her invasion, wrapping her in his arms willingly, and whispers something in her ear before she smiles at him sexily and flutters a kiss on his lips quickly. So fluid, no refusal, and no insecurity in her that he might not want her sat on him.It’s obvious they’re completely bonded in all ways and although I haven’t seen her mark, I can tell it’s done. They have that connection oozing from both of them, that says their union is finalized and they can communicate on a deeper level than what we have so far. A mark can be wherever your mate decides to put it, although most males like to have it on show and put it on a femme’s throat, not all do. They’re known for territorial possessiveness so it’s more common than not. Cesar is obviously