ANMELDENDesmond’s POVI must be a glutton for punishment.The water splashes a little as she gets in. “Okay. You can turn now.”The bubbles hide her body from view. She gives me a smile. “You can wash my hair, but I’m taking care of the rest.”“Don’t trust me? Or yourself?”“It’s you I don’t trust. Of course.” She can’t even maintain eye contact while she spouts this obvious falsehood. I’m starting to think she is, in fact, a terrible liar.I pull up a wood stool to the edge of the bathtub and take a seat, close enough to feel the steam rising from the water. My wolf paces under my skin, keyed to the sound of her breathing, the bead of water sliding down her throat. As rain begins to patter against the fogged window, I steel myself for the most excruciating and wonderful moment of self-denial in my life.“Dip your head in the water,” I tell her, my fingers already flexing in anticipation of touching her. She does as I ask, the water lapping softly around her shoulders.I warm the shampoo i
Desmond’s POVI lead her to the bathroom and turn on the taps in the soaking tub. From a glass container, I scatter salt crystals on the bottom. I dig around in my medicine cabinet for the oil I use after a particularly bruising fight and add a few drops to the steaming water.“What is that?” she asks.“Copaiba oil. Anti-inflammatory, antioxidant. I use it after training.”“Is this the new clause in our deal? Am I supposed to be your bathing attendant now?”“The other way around. If you’re sore after this morning, I can help you with that.”Her lips quirk. There’s wash of pink across her cheeks now. “A for effort, but I’m not taking a bath in front of you.”I lean one shoulder against the doorframe, deliberately relaxed, as though every cell inside me isn’t alert to her nearness. As if the vision of her naked body hasn’t been occupying my thoughts and dreams.“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” “Yes, and I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of women a lot more exciting to look at than me.”
Desmond’s POVCold fear seizes me instantly.But then I catch a glimpse of chestnut hair from the corner of my eye, and see she’s on the balcony.Nothing happened to her. She didn’t somehow escape or run away. She’s still here. I approach silently, seeing that she’s bent over something. Her phone? The breeze is carrying her scent to me, but not mine to hers. She doesn’t notice me even though I’m just two steps away now. I move quietly against the backdrop of noises that disguise my approach: the scurry of a coyote in the underbrush, autumn leaves rustling in the wind, an owl hooting from the branches of a redwood. I’m not above sneaking around right now. What if she’s texting her ex? Good thing I had a tap put on her phone. If she’s texting him, I’ll know. But her long hair ripples in the breeze, and I see what she’s holding for the first time. In her hands, she has a circle with some fabric stretched over it, and she’s pulling a needle and threadthrough the canvas. Flowers.
Desmond’s POVAfter getting Wendy situated back at Dom Volka—and checked out by Cornelia—I force myself back to my duties. The faster I can deal with the other shit in my life, the faster I can get back to Wendy. As soon as Wendy is out of earshot, I pull Otaktay aside. “You’ve still got eyes on Maurice Harp?”Otaktay nods. “He pretty much just goes to work, home, and back again.”“And his research? Is he wiping away the evidence?”“We still have a tap on his phone from when he was here, but we don’t have access to his personal devices at home.” He gives me a significant look. “We could send someone down there. Hurry the process along.”“No. No need to be heavy-handed unless we have a reason to.”Otaktay accepts my reasoning without question. Which is a good thing, considering it’s not the real reason I have no desire to hurry Maurice along.If Wendy finds out from her dad that he’s held up his end of the bargain, she’ll demand I hold up my end too—meaning, release her.All the progr
Wendy’s POVDesmond insists on staying in the water with me, catching, or trying to catch, in my case, set after set, until my muscles are aching and I'm exhausted. I crash out every time. I fail, over and over. Every time, Desmond tells me I did well. That I was brave. That each time was better than the last. Maybe it’s just another form of manipulation, but it’s working. I feel myself becoming braver as he says I am. More willing to fail, even though it’s embarrassing and frustrating, because I really do get a little better every time.When there’s a break between sets, I take it all in. The morning sun limns the water in pale gold. From my vantage point I have a view of the forest as it tumbles all the way to the cliff's edge. In the foreground, slicing through the mist, are a dozen wolf shifters and their families. Bound to the tides, bound to the moon, just like the water we’re floating in. Not barbarians. Not savages. They're men. Extraordinary men.Ones who love their wive
Wendy’s POVThrough the blur of churning water, a shadow moves toward me. Strong arms pierce through the current, wrapping tight around my ribs and hauling me against a hard chest.Desmond.Even underwater, I know the feel of him, the sheer power in the way he holds me, the unyielding force dragging me upward. His kick is relentless, each stroke cutting through the crushing dark until my lungs are about to burst.He cages me to him, his body shielding mine from the weight of the ocean, and then we’re surging toward the surface together. I try not to panic as a powerful wave churns us onto the shore. I come up for air gasping and sputtering, the board still strapped to my ankle.As I kneel on my hands and knees on shore, Desmond is already there, dropping down beside me. His hands skim over my arms, shoulders, waist, checking for injuries.There’s an urgency to him I’ve never seen before.“Shit, baby. Shit. What hurts? Did you hit your head?”“No.” I cough, salt burning my throat. “Ev
Wendy’s POVMinutes later, Desmond parks the truck by the coast. He grabs two surfboards out of the truck bed. We walk to the beach as pale light filters across the horizon. The wind carries the scent of pine forest from the cliffs to the beach. Out in the water, Desmond's packmates, along with a
Wendy’s POVI'm in the middle of a strange dream about being caught in a blizzard when there's a gentle pressure on my shoulder.I groggily open my eyes to find Desmond crouching by the bed.It's still dark out, but there's enough light to see the contours of his face. His hand rests on my arm.“Wh
Wendy’s POVThis revelation is deeply unwelcome.I understand it now, why he was looking at me like he already knew me that first night. Why he went out of his way to play hero for me. Why everything else that came after happened the way it did. “I suppose,” I say, forcing my voice to be light, “
Wendy’s POV“Look,” I begin. “I know I’m not in any place to make demands but… I’ve worked since I was twelve. Babysitting, restaurant hostess, campus bookstore clerk. I’ve never not had a job.”“Why?” he interrupts. “Surely your father makes an excellent salary at Neuroworks.”“He spends it as fas







