LOGINJack Once Megan fell asleep, I left the room and went over to Ryan, who was waiting for me outside. I needed my friend to keep me grounded so I would not go out myself to hunt down the bastard who would not stop bothering my mate. "We need to find out who he is. I want you to mobilize the guys; we will not neglect the station, but I want them fully dedicated to the investigation." I needed to find him as soon as possible; until then, I would not be at peace. "I figured you would say that, Jack. I already sent Nathan to check the house, to see what he can find. Michael and Robert went to talk to Ordoñez." "I do not understand how police negligence continues to surprise me. He broke into her house!" My voice sounds annoyed, although I am not yelling. "And they just ask her to spend the night somewhere else? That man is an idiot, and I will settle this with him later." "I think you should calm down, my friend. That is how they operate. What could you say to them?" "You do not under
Megan After giving our statements to Officer Ordoñez, we walked out to find Jeremy waiting. Susan runs and hugs him, while I stay behind, still frightened by what happened. How does a simple movie night end up at the police station? Who knows. The only thing I know is that tomorrow I will pack my things and leave Susan's house; I will not expose her to another attack. I know she will not want me to do it, but honestly, it is out of the question. The officer ordered a patrol to go check the house, but he also recommended that we not stay there. "Meg, let's go. We will stay at Jeremy's house today." "No, you go, Susan." I cannot allow her to be exposed again. "Come on, Megan, you will be safe at my house." I looked at Jeremy, who gives me a friendly smile. "No, but I would take a ride. Can you drop me off at the fire department?" "Are you going to Jack?" I nod. Even though it might not be safe for him, there are six men there who could protect me. "Let's go, Jeremy, he will take c
MeganLast night was my second date in a week with Jack. Things are on track, and calls and messages with him now occupy my time. Does everything seem to be going well? Does it scare me? Of course. I am used to evaluating everything. On one hand, I am afraid of getting hurt; a man like him would not just leave me on the floor. No, he would also walk all over me. But then I review our conversations and realize it is just my bad experiences talking. And last but not least, since it is the cherry on our cake, there is the psychopath. I should thank God that he has behaved and I pray he has forgotten me, but I know he has not, something inside me tells me so.When we arrived last night, Jack tried to kiss me. I would love to say I resisted, but no, I was open and totally willing for him to do it. But right when his mouth was inches from mine, Jeremy arrived with a Susan lost in alcohol. After that, he left while I tended to my friend, who was close to throwing up on him. I would not judge
Megan "Is it always like this, angel?" I looked at him without understanding; was he referring to my craziness or the messages? "Do you always receive these kinds of messages?" "Um... sometimes. I mean, most of the time they are calls left on the answering machine." I do not want to look at him, so I trace the squares of the tablecloth with my finger. "He always seems to know where I am, but I was not afraid of him, he is just a crazy person seeking attention." "You were not? Are you now? You should not be afraid, angel, he will not be able to hurt you." It was easy to say, but I was the one he was trying to kill. "I was not afraid, but it is not hard to start feeling that way after he almost roasted me while I was sleeping." "Without a doubt, that would scare anyone, but look at me, angel." I obey his order automatically, bringing my eyes to him. "He will not touch you. I know you still do not know me well and do not trust me, but he will not touch you if I can help it." "That
Megan What have I done? I cannot believe I agreed to go out with him. God, he is drop-dead gorgeous, but I barely know him. I felt intimidated by three alpha males, but one of them was the one who dazed me the most. Jack Henderson is sexy as hell, but he should come with a warning label. I know his type: arrogant, macho, highly possessive, and a true addiction. I promised myself years ago to avoid them as much as I would avoid a Martini made by Susan, meaning at all costs. But here I am accepting a date, I will never learn. Since I arrived at Susan's house, I have only been thinking of an excuse not to go, but that would be rude and my parents did not raise me that way. Who am I kidding? I really liked that man, but I cannot just throw myself at him. It is seven o'clock and I am already ready. It is not like I put in a lot of effort, it will be a one-time thing. "Did you dress up a bit?" I sighed, knowing that Susan would not stop until she knew every detail. "I have to go out,
Jack I am getting out of the shower, after having been working out, when I smell that incredible scent of apples. My wolf is out of control and urges me to follow the trail. I do my best to get dressed in a matter of seconds; I do not want to lose her, but I cannot show up naked. Once I am ready, I run downstairs, looking for the person who gives off that scent, looking for my mate. When I arrive, I stop dead in my tracks; this seems like a joke. The damn angel I rescued from the flames, the one who haunts my dreams night after night and takes over my thoughts during the day, is here. And not only that, she is my mate. "Angel," I say to her, smiling. "Do we know each other?" she says, uncomfortable seeing that I do not look away from her. "If we count the day I carried you out of the fire, yes. I am glad to know you are doing better. I stopped by the hospital and they told me you had been discharged." "First of all, thank you, I owe you my life," she says, offering me her hand.







