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He sighs heavily, his head hanging as he tries to find the strength to speak. I want to reach out to him, give a small hand of comfort, but know I can’t. I haven’t forgotten he tried to kidnap me and neither has Zale or Anders, but I feel for him and whatever trauma he has had that influenced him to make the bad decisions that led him here.“The Alpha heir of the Waterson Clan. She was his secretary and he used her as a test subject, he tested on her and my pups, and they all covered it all up.” He starts to explain slowly; every word dragged from him. “She wasn’t feeling well for days, neither were the girls. They went missing for three days, I could feel them for that whole time, but I couldn’t find them and no one believed me. Then the bonds snapped and they said it was a car accident. But I know that’s not what happened.”A feeling of déjà vu hits me and sends a chill down my spine. I hope I’m wrong. “Your mate and pups were sick, what did they say was wrong, what were the symptoms
“What’s you name?” I ask softly, trying to let him know that I not here to hurt him, to appear at least a little trustworthy given his current circumstances.“Brett.” He huffs and shifts his legs uncomfortably, his arms chained behind him.“I’m Wills. Have we ever met before Brett?” I move to lean back against the wall beside the door, keeping to the rules Anders set but trying to relax a little.“No.” he mutters not looking up.“So, I didn’t offend or do anything to you?” I prompt.“No.”“Then why would you shoot me, twice, with a tranquiliser and try to kidnap me?” I ask, trying to understand his motives – somehow I doubt they are his.“I was paid to.” He shrugs.“Hmm, what were you going to get for me?” I cross my arms, I don’t know why but I don’t think it’s money alone that was driving him. If it was he wouldn’t have apologised before he shot me.“Twenty thousand. Five upfront and fifteen on delivery.” He states, his voice cold and his eyes still not looking at me.“Wow, that’s a
The sound echoes making me jump at little.“You are safe, but we can leave if you want.” Zale links me, giving my hand a squeeze. I give him a grateful smile, but shake my head, I was startled but not enough to forget what I am here to do – what my intuition is telling me needs to happen.Anders takes us to the end of the hall, past some offices and then down a flight of stairs to another guarded metal door. He turns to face us all. “Ok, before we go into the cell block we need to reconfirm the rules.”He gives me a pointed look that Zale, Thomas and my father all mirror. “Sure, pick on the only girl. Ok the rules are that Anders goes in first and I stay behind him at all times and close to the door.”“Correct. If anything happens you leave the interview room immediately no arguments.” Anders turns to the guard on his left who steps away from another console. Anders types in some codes, has his hand scanned again and then looks up and signals at a camera above the door. The locks relea
WillowThe drive to the cells takes about twenty minutes and is located under the training grounds. I hadn’t been to the training ground before and my head is on a perpetual swivel as I take in the athletic like stadium before me with a large auditorium style gym attached on the right.Anders jumps out of the car first, holding the door open for Thomas to follow him, while Zale walks around from the driver side to get my door. He’s big on being a gentleman. He already made me promise to stay in the car until he could come and get me. He’s feeling overly protective again, which I can understand.“This is my pride and joy!” Anders says, his arms stretching out wide to show off of the building in front of us. A look of parental pride on his face. “Designed, built and birthed her ten years ago and she’s done me proud ever since.”“He does know it’s a couple of buildings, right?” I whisper as Zale takes my hand to lead me to the front doors of the stadium on the left.“Shhh, baby girl. It’s
I jog down the stairs, bare feet and wet hair, turn off the alarm and pull the door open right after it rings a second time. True to his word Conall is standing on the doorstep. He looks me up and down with a squinty glare and then his eyes fasten on the hickey Wills gave me that I am very proudly showing off with a wide collared T-shirt. I step back. “Morning Conall, come on in, Wills is still getting ready.”“Morning Zale, you look…fresh this morning.” He remarks as he walks past me and I can’t help but grin back, like the very happy and satisfied wolf, that I am.“Can I get you a coffee?” I ask leading him into the kitchen to make one for Wills and I, he nods and then sits in one of the chairs at the centre counter. He watches me move around in silence and I don’t feel the need to talk either. Conall has never been overly talkative, he’s not cold and unfriendly, just doesn’t talk much which I’m completely comfortable with“Morning Dad!” Wills chirps, kissing his cheek as she comes i
“Should I be on some sort of wolfen birth control.”“No need to worry, it’s very difficult for she-wolves to get pregnant outside of their heat, and we can’t catch any human diseases, including sexually transmitted ones so it’s safe. But if you want I can arrange a Dr’s appointment for you.” Zale doesn’t stop washing me as he explains. His hands have just the right amount of pressure, sweet and caring. It’s good to know that I can’t get an STD but I’m more worried about the way he said it was ‘difficult’ and not ‘impossible’ to get pregnant.I’m not ready for kidsWe’re not even marked yet.“I think a Dr’s appointment would be best, especially if pregnancy is a possibility, even if a slim one. I’m not ready for kids yet.” He hums agreement and peek over my shoulder to see if he’s upset about the ‘no kids yet’ statement. He sees me look and kisses my nose before continuing to wash e back – not upset then.That’s good.I think.Once he’s satisfied we are both clean, he turns off the show
Is that a tracking device?I can’t tell, I’m too far away but whatever it is, it’s big and black. I lean forward and squint my eyes to try see what it is and the wolf tilts it’s back the other way and covers it again. I yip with annoyance, and it barks back with what can only be described as a grin.
[“Still no mating mark Alpha.”] “Is there something wrong with your food?” Wills asks, leaning closer to me and I get an enticing waft of her scent. I’m starting to realise that she only releases her scent with heightened emotions, and somehow has it masked the rest of the time - she’s probably no
“Get more scouts in there – get me her name.”“I have two scouts on route already – I’ll notify you as soon as I get word.” Kieran gives me a nod and disappears, closing my office door carefully.I end the conference call with my client and close the laptop lid carefully, even though I want to slam
“What’s the story with Ryker, I saw your reaction when she said his name – you don’t like him.” Thomas states.“I don’t know him, but with the way he acted with her on Monday, she said he was weird and asking her questions about her background, kept asking what Clan she was from. That and the way he







