Naomi’s POVHis hand was still in my arm.I stood there, my chest rising and falling fast and hard. I should have pulled away, Gods, I should have. I should have said something, screamed at him, pushed him back. But I didn’t. I just stared up at Marcus like a fool.Damn, I was a fool. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that my heart didn't thud and do that little backflip thing anytime I saw him. And I tried to steady my breathing when he was around.His eyes didn’t blink. They stayed locked on mine, and his gaze was so cold and burning at the same time. He looked like he hated me and he also looked like he missed me at the same time. He looked like he was mad at me for something I didn’t understand. Maybe he wasn't mad at me, because why would he be mad at me?“Let me go,” I finally whispered, finding ny voice, but my voice sounded so hoarse for some reason.His jaw ticked. “Why? So you can run back to him?”I was tired of this back and forth between us. I clench my jaw an
Naomi’s POVThe hallway was quiet as we walked out. Logan's hand brushed against mine. He hadn’t let go since we stood from the meeting. I was grateful for it. I was grateful for the comfort it brought. Not that I didn't want to be alone, but then. I sigh softly. Someone calls his name as I tear my gaze away from the man who was wearing a grey suit, whose eyes were fixed on me. Who seemed to have a favorite business of staring right into my soul, like he was trying to figure out what I was thinking.“Alpha Logan,” one elder came out from the meeting rooms, walking straight to us. His gaze stopped on me again, then he spoke.“You have such a beautiful company today.” I'm about to give a small, fake smile when Logan steps in front of me, blocking the elders' view. Logan turned. “Give me a moment,” he said to me gently, his hand giving mine a quick squeeze before he walked toward the elder.I waited, arms crossed, trying not to feel the weight of Marcus’s gaze on me again. It was hot.
Naomi’s POV“Redwood Pack? Why?” My brows dipped as I adjusted, sitting on one ass on the bed. He only stepped closer, his eyes sweeping all over my body as if trying to check with his eyes if I had gotten hurt from that incident. I sighed inside, lowering my eyes to the ground.I wanted to protest, to tell him I didn't feel too good and that I didn't want to go to Redwood Pack. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want him to feel too much concern for me or read too much meaning into Marcus showing up, or think that something was going on between me and Marcus. Not that I care what he thought, but then, maybe it's common courtesy. Or maybe because he has been too kind and patient with me.Five minutes later, we were in the garage, with him coming towards me and opening the door for me. I let out a weak little smile and muttered a “thank you.”The drive to Redwood Pack felt longer than it really was. It was silent…like…this kind of silence that made you adjust uncomfortably in your seat. Or the k
Marcus' PoVThe loud growl that came from my throat wasn't something I thought about it just happened naturally. Those guys weren't going to get away with messing with Naomi.The red back lights of the black car were getting smaller but my sharp senses made the distance seem small. I was getting closer with every step. The road blurred under my feet the wind yelled in my ears and the only thing that mattered was catching up.I got to them quickly. I jumped my claws out and landed hard on the car's top. The roof bent from how heavy I was. People inside panicked – I heard yelling and the car moved all over the place. Great. They should be scared.I started to chew and scratch at the metal with my teeth and nails tearing off the roof to get to the people hiding inside. This was how I kept my loved ones safe - even if she didn't love me back. I was about to tear the whole roof off when a bright light burst out of the back window.A gunshot.Something hit my left shoulder it hurt a lot and
Naomi's POV“Naomi are you sure about this?” Layla's voice was shaking loudly. I looked at her her hands were tight as she held the car door. “That car... it's still there right?”“Yes Layla it is.” I said my voice steady even though I was getting nervous inside. “I'm sick of being followed all the time. I'm going to figure out who they are and what they want.”I signaled pulling the Porsche Boxster over to a quiet and empty part of the road. The car behind us - a black sedan plain and creepy - slowed down and then stopped a short distance away.“Naomi no! What are you doing?” Layla almost yelled. “We should leave! Now! Please just leave!”I ignored her growing worry taking off my seatbelt.“What's wrong Layla? You're acting like you've seen something scary. I can take care of myself you know that. Even if things get a little heated.” I cracked my fingers trying to seem confident even though I wasn't feeling it.Layla grabbed my arm holding on really tight.“It's not you I'm worried a
Naomi's POVA loud scream cut through the evening air making me jump. I had just gotten out of the car feeling the usual tiredness of a long day of work in my shoulders.“Wow Naomi this car is amazing!” Layla screamed her voice full of really strong excitement.My eyes went where hers did. The red Porsche Boxster sports car a gift from Alpha Logan shone under the streetlights. It still felt strange to own something so fancy. I gave a tired smile.“Hey Layla. Glad you like it.”“I love it! I'm totally into it! We have to try it out right now!” She jumped up and down her eyes sparkling with fun.“Layla I just got home from work. I'm really tired.” I said rubbing my neck. A hot bath sounded way better than going for a wild drive.“Come on Naomi! Just one quick ride. Please? It'll be fun! We can play some music feel the wind... it's a great way to relax after a long day. It's like therapy but with a car.” She was already pulling my arm and she wouldn't give up.“I really don't know Layla.
Naomi's POV“Lunch?” I said suddenly the word floating between us. Had I really just asked my boss Alpha Logan to lunch? I was surprised I'd asked him of all people. He's my boss after all. My face turned bright red and I prepared for him to say no for things to get awkward.Alpha Logan's eyebrows went up a look of surprise crossing his face. I held my breath ready to take it back to say it was a lunch for work anything to fix the situation.“Lunch sounds... great.” he said a real smile spreading across his face. I felt a big relief wash over me all at once.“Really?” I had to ask showing how surprised I was.“Really.” he said his eyes shining. “I'm very hungry. And to be honest I need a rest from Brandon's idea anyway“.He grabbed his keys the sound a comforting familiar thing in the really weird moment.“Let's get out of here.”As we walked through the office I couldn't help but notice the sneaky looks and the smiles that some of the workers gave each other.I tried to ignore them t
Marcus' POVThe door closed behind Alpha Brandon. I leaned back in my chair. That working together... it was something I had to do. A bad thing made slightly better with a small amount of good.Alpha Brandon's idea was simple Glam Parlour and Spectra Style House working together to create designs for the upcoming Luna Festival. A big show of pack unity. A total and complete fake.The truth was I never planned to work fairly with Logan. Spectra Style House was a problem for me a constant competitor that tried to take Glam Parlour's place as the top design house in the area.This team-up wasn't about working together it was about gaining an advantage. A chance to figure out Spectra Style House's flaws to show its weaknesses and to eventually take it down from the inside.I put my fingers together a sneaky look flashing in my eyes. Logan thought he was getting a teammate but he was heading right into a trap. A trap I had set myself.A loud noise outside my door surprised me and stopped m
Logan's POV“What was that Brandon?” I almost shouted once we were far enough away from her office walking down the hall to mine.Brandon acting like he didn't care brushed me off.“What? I was just looking at the nice buildings. Your design company is really improving Logan. I can see why you're so happy.”“Stop playing games with me.” I said sharply stopping in the hallway. A couple of my workers walked around us looking nervous. I spoke softer but still firmly. “You can't just walk into people's offices especially not here. And definitely not making them feel uneasy.”“Uncomfortable?” Brandon raised an eyebrow a smirk on his lips. “Or is it something else Logan?”What was he getting at? I could feel my face getting hot a clear sign I was getting angry.“What's that supposed to mean?” I asked loudly moving closer to him getting in his face.”He laughed and it annoyed me.“Come on Logan. You had to notice how you looked at her. That little gleam of interest in your eyes.” He stopped