INICIAR SESIÓNDelilah~ "Where the hell is my husband?" A moment later, the flat palm of my hand slapped the faux-wood laminate of the nurse's station. "Damn it." A sharp, stinging vibration rattled up my forearm. The nurse's eyes widened, her cheeks turned a patchy red, and she fumbled with the edge of her keyboard. "There.......well, there was an issue with his room, Luna," she stammered, refusing to meet my gaze. My pulse drums in my ears, hard and rhythmic; the hospital air tastes like bleach, coating the back of my throat. "Where. Is. He?" "I'm not entirely sure." Sweat beads formed at her hairline. "Let me page Dr. Ponzie." Ha! Ponzie can get a piece of this, too. My heels click sharply against the linoleum in the narrow hallway as I pace. Every stride feels restricted by the sterile walls, and curious stares closing in. Inside my head, Leah, my wolf, is scratching at the surface, her phantom claws tearing through my thoughts. She snarls at me; the low vibration makes my teeth ache. We'
Nick~ Detective Gibson is on a mission. Before I could stop her, Harley was out of the room. She marched toward the nurse's desk; I followed, catching up as she found her mark. Mike, head of hospital maintenance, happened to step around the corner and into her path. The wrenches on his tool belt rattled with the shortstop as he and I exchanged a tense glance. Harley stepped between us, and Mike didn't stand a chance. Within a few minutes, she had talked him into Sean's room. Next, she had him remove the plumbing under the sink. "Anything else?" he asked with a deep frown as he handed her the elbow. "The sharps container from the wall." She pointed to it but kept her focus on the pipe. She set it aside as Mike handed her the container and shook it upside down until the discarded needles rattled like dice. "That's it; we'll take it from here, Mike. Thank you." She spoke with practiced professionalism. Mike gathered his pipe wrenches, and they gave a heavy clang as he tos
Harley~ 'What the hell is going on, Harley?' 'Sorry, Nick,' I whispered, my ears still ringing from the sudden drop in air pressure. 'Rae needed an assist.' 'Delilah has the ring?' 'Yes, we have to beat her to the hospital!' My voice cracked, the words vibrating sharply through our link. A frantic, irregular pulse thudded against my collarbone. 'It's meant to be the final dose.' Nick winced, the mental noise making him press two fingers to the bridge of his nose. 'How do you expect to do that?' 'I dunno, you run, I'll keep up.' Across the table, Ruby gasped, her palm flattening against her collarbone as she sucked in a breath. "We need to get the AC serviced in here, Titus. That has never happened before." Titus didn't look at his wife; his gaze remained pinned to me, heavy and suffocating. I swallowed hard; the back of my throat clicked like dry kindling. "I'll speak with maintenance," Titus murmured to her, though his eyes never drifted. The casual warmth in his fa
Harley~ Morning light spilled through the shades, and I blinked against it as I sat up. The mattress beside me was cool and vacant where Nick had been. As I scanned the room, a rhythmic splashing of water caught my attention. Followed by a heavy sweetness of steam escaping from the bathroom. My sweet mate has a peace offering, no doubt, to smooth over the jagged edges of Delilah's latest stunt. Nick is always thinking of me; I let out a heavy breath that rattled the quiet room. Then sank back into the cocoon of the duvet and snuggled close to his pillow. 'Delilah's face was priceless?!' Rae's voice burst to life, vibrating my still-sleeping brain with a harsh sort of glee. 'She definitely knows who she's dealing with now.' 'Good morning to you too, Rae. She poked the bear and got bitten. But Etta's temper is going to bite Nick in the ass if we aren't careful.' 'Delilah wouldn't dare breathe a word to Titus.' 'If it buys her an ounce of leverage, she will.' Nick stepped out of
Harley~ 'Harleeeeya!' Rae's voice is a sharp vibration rattling my jaw. "Don't do that, Rae." I scolded her against the sudden throb in my pulse. "This explains exactly where Delilah's been hiding. Worse yet, he's Sean's Beta. "Surely to the Goddess these people aren't blind!" "Judging by the way Beta William locks his jaw," I murmured, watching the muscle twitch in his cheek, "at least one of them watches." Across the hall, Titus scraped his throat; his harsh, gravelly voice instantly cut through the chatter. He glared at Delilah as she slid into Sean's empty seat beside him. "As I was saying," Titus continued, his voice dropping an octave, and the room's attention went back to him. We are pleased to announce Reins' next generation. The crowd exploded, a wall of stomping boots and roaring cheers that rattled the silverware. Titus raised a single, scarred hand, cutting the noise dead. "And the union of our eldest son to the woman who made it possible." Delilah froze mid-swallo
Nick~ Titus cleared his throat, the sound rough and grating in the quiet room. He averted his gaze and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing thick, silver-streaked hair on his chest. "I'm sure your mother would want Harley to get the best care." His eyes snapped back to mine, sharp and freezing, cutting right through me. "But this is still my pack. The guardians have no authority to interfere here." If my guardian hadn't interfered, your son would be dead right now, I thought. The fabric of the white dress shirt rasped against the plastic hanger as I took it off. "Harley has no interest in your pack," I said, a low rumble vibrating in my chest. 'Nick, control yourself,' Zeek's voice echoed in the back of my mind, tight with warning. 'This is just a trial.' 'Why does he have to push me, Zeek? Titus is not seeking a truce.' 'Our father has every right to doubt us, Nick. He doesn't know Harley, and he doesn't know what she's capable of without her powers.' "If you want to make me an ou
Nick~ "Sorry, I forgot about calling you back, Kyle." I paused, but this would not get any easier. I took a heavy breath. "The police have confirmed that the stalker has Harley, only they don't know who he is yet." Kyle cursed profusely. "Does the name Steve mean anything?" "Yes, Steven Bala
Harley~ 'His name is Nick, and don't accept that I believe he will come back for us.' 'I wouldn't have him if he came back!' 'Sure, you're right, Ms. Patty Pillowcase.' My phone rings as I put the car in reverse; it's Belinda, and she tells me that my presence is required as soon as possible.
Nick~ My hands shake, and my leg muscles tense as I step up onto the rotting wood. The boards creak beneath my weight, causing me to focus on the murky water below. Steve must have had another way in; there's no way he was coming and going here. Slow and steady wins the race when it's every man
Harley~ My heart leaped, causing me to sit up straighter in bed. Nick, entering the room, put an ear-to-ear grin on my face. 'I missed you, Wolfman.' 'I missed you, too, Amante.' He crossed his arms over his chest and gave me his best stern eye. "What did you find at Steve's?" "We found t







