I’m proud of myself. I managed to stay in control while in his presence, and after he left, things went without issue. But at the end of the night, as I was counting out the register, I spotted the copy of his card transaction. My eyes went wide, and I dropped it as my eyes saw his name. “John A Kinsley Jr.” I gulped as I dared even speak his name.
THE John Kinsley was in my shop. THE John Kinsley is my soulmate!! I’m arranging flowers for a KINSLEY wedding! I was trying to wrap my head around that when another thought hit me. The Kinsley’s are werewolves! My breathing was erratic, but hey, it at least matched my heart.
I wonder how my family would feel if they knew. The Kinsley family has funded archeological digs for my family for a while. I don’t know if the Kinsley family knows they are funding hunters in their search for ancient artifacts to use against supernatural creatures. I doubt it. Why would werewolves fund hunters?
“Soooo?” Becky nudged me with her shoulder. “So what?” I asked. “The hot guy… John. Do you think he’ll call me?” she asked in a heavy sigh, leaning on her elbows. Her eyes were looking to the door like he would somehow show up. I rolled my eyes but then paused. “Wait? Call you? He asked for your number?” I questioned, trying hard to tamper down this illogical jealousy.
“What? Oh no, he didn’t ask for it. I slipped it into the calla lily bouquet.” she smirked. “Wait, were you… oh, you were jealous!?” she exclaimed, turning to me with wide eyes covering her mouth with both hands in shock. “I was not. I don’t think he’s the sort that would do something like that, so the idea sounded crazy.” I shook my head, trying to dismiss her correct guess.
“Mhm. He's too classy for that. But still, do you think he’ll call me?” she nodded. “You put the number in the calla lilies?” I frowned. “Yeah, not like I could slip it into the other one.” she said like it was obvious. “Probably not. Those flowers were for his mother’s grave.” I shook my head. “Aw. I don’t know, which makes me sadder. That he won’t be calling me or that he lost his mom.” she frowned.
I arched an eyebrow. “Okay, so the fact he won’t call me bums me out more.” she sighs dramatically. “Think we’ll see him in here again? Or at all since we’re doing his brother’s wedding?” she sighed back to staring out the front door. “I don’t know. He is the brother of the groom and bestman. I don’t think we’ll see him till the wedding itself.” I shrugged as I finished the deposit bag for the night.
“Go home, Becky.” I said, nudging her to the back. With a melodramatic groan, she obeys. I laughed as I locked up and shut off the lights. I wave to her as she goes to her car. I always make sure she gets in her car safely. I know this isn’t a town most consider dangerous, but anywhere can be dangerous when dealing with someone in the right or wrong mindset.
Becky always teases me, then again, so do my other employees. They all think it’s funny that I make sure each of them gets to their car and tell them to park close to each other if they are closing without me. I don’t want to risk anyone getting hurt. And I know I don’t look it, and sure I’m a little out of practice, but I’m still an Adio. I can take down a supernatural creature, so I can sure the fuck take down a human.
As I hit the button on my fob, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck tingle. I keep calm, cautiously glancing around the empty parking lot. My training kicking in as I tried to determine if someone was really watching me and what they are. Then my eyes noticed golden eyes in the brush watching me intently.
There was nothing in those eyes but pure love, devotion, and admiration. It was John, or rather his wolf. He was here, watching me. Why? Is he thinking of trying to take me away with him? I’ve known of werewolves that would kidnap their mate, or I suppose kidnap isn’t always the right term. In their culture, it was the thrill of the chase some packs enjoyed.
Would I want him to abduct me? Do I want to run and have him chase me like the predator he is? What the hell am I thinking? Of course, I don’t want that. But still, what is he doing here? He seemed to be very aloof during our meeting and as he left. Maybe he’s here because his wolf wanted to be. There is supposed to be a balance between the human and the wolf, but it’s not unheard of that one would override the other.
Like Alpha Alec… or as he goes by Alpha Chesed… in Italy is so dangerous that even my family wasn’t willing to risk going after. But he’s one of the few cases I’m aware of where the wolf has almost completely taken over, becoming the dominant of their human counterpart. I shudder for a moment as I remember the last file on him I read before I left fifteen years ago. He’d killed his own parents in cold blood when he was still a child. And killed many more after them.
I heard a soft whimper and glanced back to the bushes. The golden eyes were gone. The human must have won. John made his wolf leave. Good. Right? I wanted him to leave. I don’t want him to follow me home. I don’t want him near me. I don’t want him so close I could touch him. I close my eyes and lean my head against the door of my blue Ford Fusion.
I shake away the dirty thoughts and finally get into the car, and head for my house. I loved my house. It was a quaint little cottage that I got cheap because it was in rough shape six years ago. Since then, I’ve fixed it up and couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. The motion sensor lights came on as I pulled up to my garage. With a touch of a button, the garage door rolled up.
That was one of the many things I had to do. I had to convert the existing carport into an enclosed garage and put in a door to access the house directly from the garage. I turned off my alarm as I entered the house, only to instantly turn it back on. I didn't turn the lights on initially, waiting to be sure it was safe.
And what’s the best way to know it’s safe? To know that no one has bypassed my security system? “MEROW!” Shu called out moments before I felt him rubbing his soft blue silver fur against my legs in a welcoming figure eight. I love him. He’s my baby. I had brought his mother with me from Cairo all those years ago. Sadly my beloved Hathor passed away four years ago.
But I’d had her for sixteen years, and it was her time. And she left me with Shu. He was the only of her litter of kittens that I kept for myself. He is ten, and I adore him. I smiled, scooping him into my arms, snuggling him to me. “Hello, my darling. Did you miss me?” I coo rewarded with an opinionated meow. “Yes, I will get you your nightly soft food.” I nodded, flicking the lights on.
From the garage, I basically walk into one big open room. As I walked through the living area, I hit the button on the stone fireplace, causing it to flicker to life, giving warmth to the space. “Now, let’s see what I shall give you tonight.” I smiled, setting Shu down as I reached the midnight blue kitchen opening the cabinets taking down a can of his Fancy Feast.
With a meow, he leaps from the floor to the white marble counter of the island. His sleek body moving regally the lights making shi spotted patterned shimmer with each step. “Ah, here we are. Tuna. Your favorite.” I smile, dishing the can out into his white bowl with his name in black on the side.
As soon as it was in front of him, he was eating it like he was starving. I laughed, stroking his back as I glanced at his food and water dishes on the floor. He still had hard food. He’s just spoiled. “I bet you’d not like the person I met today.” I sighed, thinking about John. “Damn it, why do I keep thinking about him? Probably because he’s gorgeous and those eyes….” I shiver, squeezing my thighs, remembering him checking me out with those eyes.
“Merow,” Shu commented. Or at least I think he’s trying to maintain the conversation. But then, without his food even finished, he leaped from the counter to head to the cat perch that looked out over the back patio. “Shu?” I questioned, following him. “Who’s out there?” I asked, knowing this was not his usual behavior. I stopped and only slightly pulled back my gray curtains to peer out.
Glancing at Shu, I saw his hairs were starting to stand up. What was out there that had him on edge? I tried to focus my eyes, wanting to know what he saw. And there they were, the golden eyes. “Looks like his wolf didn’t want to go home.” I sighed, reaching to stroke Shu. “That’s who I was talking about. I met a werewolf today. And get this, I’m his mate.” I scoffed.
If I was to guess, he had no idea that I know what he is. After all, I'm a human. I’m not supposed to. So I decided to do the human thing. I made sure my curtains were closed and flicked off my lights. “Come, Shu. Let’s watch some Ted Lasso before bed.” I suggested scooping my cat up bringing him to the comfy sofa positioned across from the fireplace. Shu let out a growl, his gooseberry green eyes still on the back window.
“Hush. He thinks I’m just a simple human. So let him think I don’t know he’s out there. Let him think I don’t know what he is.” I shrugged, finding the remote turning on the flatscreen that was positioned above the mantle. Eventually, Shu settled into my lap, purring gently as I stroked his fur. And while my eyes were focused on the tv, paying attention to the episode laughing when appropriate, and just enjoying the show, my body was on high alert. I was aware that he was in my yard.
He was watching me. And I don’t know how I feel about that. Is he stalking me? Is this going to turn into some creepy nightmare-fueled horror movie? Or is he out there because he can’t be away from me? Does he think I’m in danger? I laughed at that. I’m not in any danger. Or I wasn’t. The only danger is him and what his skulking around can bring.
I laughed as I thought about how my neighbor would feel if she saw a wolf just chilling in my roses. Poor old Mrs. Cooley would have a heart attack, and if that didn’t kill her, she'd probably find the nearest thing and try to hit him to chase him off. The image of my eighty-year-old neighbor using her trash can lid to chase off John’s wolf had me doubling over laughing. Shu meowed indignantly, not liking that I was moving.
“Sorry, Shu.” I apologized. I’d decided I’d watched enough tv, turning it and the fireplace off. Carrying Shu, I made my way to my master bedroom. I know my curtains are closed, but they are a little sheer, and if he’s still out there, he might be able to see me. So I may have swayed my hips a little.
Logan had apparently walked to the cemetery, so I gave him a ride back with me. I should have let him walk. “I understand your concern that she’s a human, but it doesn’t change that she’s your mate, brother.” he shook his head. “No, I don’t think you do. And you should. You brought Suzu and Hana into our world. And it got Suzu killed, and Siegfried nearly killed Hana two years ago.” I pointed out.My knuckles were turning white as I was gripping the wheel so tightly. “I will not place her in unnecessary danger.” I growled. I know Irving agrees, even if all he wants is to have her by our side. “Do not use Suzu and Hana as your fucking excuse to be a damn purest coward!” Logan roared. Even after all this time, Suzu is a sore subject for him. I know it, but he has to see where I’m coming from.
I tried to sleep. I was tired. I mean, it was a long and eventful day after all. But knowing John was out there in his wolf, I couldn’t sleep. Was it because it unnerved me to have a werewolf watching my house, stalking me like his prey? Or was it because of this urge to open my back door and call him inside? I groaned and angrily fluffed my pillow. “Stupid mate bond.” I grumbled. “Merow!” Shu cried, annoyed, giving me the side-eye from his spot on my bed. “Sorry, Shu. I’m trying to sleep, but I… I can’t. He might still be out there. I know it’s not going to be cold, and even if it was, he’s a wolf they run hot anyway. I wonder how hot his skin would feel to touch. “No bad, Sarael.” I shook my head, wanting the thoughts to go away. I sighed and flopped onto my back, and looked up at my ceiling. I closed my eyes, trying to force myself to go to sleep, wh
‘We should go, Irving. I know she’s our mate, and you want to be near her, but this is getting ridiculous. We are sitting in her rose bushes when we should be home in our bed.’ I sighed. I’ve been repeating myself, yet my wolf doesn’t want to listen. Damn mate bond. He’s lost all sense because of it and her. ‘Don’t say mean things about our mate.’ Irving growled. I sighed, rolling my eyes from my spot in the back of my own mind. Irving was not willing to give back control so we could go home. And since he ran us here, I don’t even have a change of clothes to force him to shift. He knows well that I’m the modest sort and wouldn’t risk even at this late hour being seen walking around naked. ‘A storm is coming.’ I commented, able to smell the rain on the breeze and hear thunder in the distance. ‘We really should go home. We are not sitting out here all night, least of all in a storm.’ I said firmly.
I blame the mate bond. I also blame him. I am not the sort of woman that throws herself wantonly at any man. And I’ve seen my share of good-looking men. Human and supernatural alike. But John Kinsley… takes the cake. It took all I had to not throw myself at him when he walked out in just those basketball shorts. And this kiss! I don’t want to contemplate how he’s this good at kissing. I know if I do, that little green monster known as jealousy will rear its ugly head. I have no right to be jealous. He’s not mine. Or rather, he wasn’t mine. No, he isn’t mine. Fuck this mate bond shit is messing with my head. I had no idea it could affect a human like this. Am I getting hit double time because, unlike a werewolf, I only have one spirit inside me? That’s a thought for another time. For when I’m not in his arms, tasting him, touching him, and basicall
I’ve been off since leaving Sarael’s house. This damn mate bond was weighing on me. Irving was angry at me for what happened. Not the whole kissing her part, no that he fully supported. No, he was angry because I apologized for it and got us essentially kicked out of her house. He can be mad all he likes. I’m mad at him too. He’s the one that pushed me to kiss her. And then forcing me into the back of my own mind to speak through me. He said too much to her. Telling her, I wanted to kiss her since the moment I laid eyes on her. Even if it’s true, he shouldn’t have told her that. There is a reason we werewolves have two spirits, a human and a wolf. We balance each other and are only at our best when wolf and human are in sync with each other. So Irving and I being mad at each other have me thrown out of balance. Add that to being away from my mate, and l
I had it up to my chin with this pintsized alpha. I am in no mood for anyone’s bullshit, least of all his. Maybe if he wasn’t John’s brother, maybe if he wasn’t a shorter mountain man version of him, and maybe if he weren’t an alpha, who are notorious for getting their way, I’d feel differently. But he is an alpha, he does look like John, and he is John’s brother. For all these reasons, I wish I kept some weapons on hand here at the store. I get that he’s upset. As a younger sibling myself, I understand being protective. But it’s not his business. It’s between John and me. I didn’t get involved in my sister’s relationship troubles. Well, not to this degree. And for what meddling I did, I regret to this day. As our argument was starting to get heated and I worried Becky would hear us, the door burst open. I was ready to reprimand Becky only to see John’s
I’ve done it again. I’ve lost all my sense of reason to the pull of the mate bond. Not only did I technically assault my Alpha, but I also kissed her again. Her scent seemed to be even stronger, or maybe it’s just because I have gone a week without smelling it that it feels stronger. Fuck I was seconds away from sinking my teeth into her neck and marking her. If I weren’t so damn embarrassed to be caught in her office, her legs around me and my shirt half-open, I’d probably be feeling more grateful for Becky's interruption. ‘Like hell we’re grateful. We were going to mark our mate. We shouldn’t be grateful that the stupid girl interrupted that.’ Irving grumbled. ‘And what happens if Sarael hadn’t wanted to be marked? If we marked her and then she freaked out? If she sent us away again. We’d have forcefully marked her, which is a horrid thing to do
He’s a VIRGIN! Seriously what the hell! How is that possible? I know he says he has great self-control and has been waiting for his mate but wow. I don’t think any man would wait this long, let alone when there are plenty of women more than willing to get in his bed. What would have happened if he never crossed paths with me? Would he have remained celibate his whole life?I can’t even fathom that. I mean, I should be flattered, right. He’s waited and saved himself for… well, for me. And I am. I’m also not sure about this because I was only one other guy’s first time, and he was mine. It was hands down the worst sexual experience of my life. The guy had no clue what he was doing and tried to go in the wrong hole more than once.I shuddered at the memory. I really hope that while he’s inexperienced, John has