ANMELDENAt exactly half past five, I entered my closet to arrange my clothes into a suitcase. Now it's twenty-eight minutes past six, and I'm still in here, sorting out what should go into the box and what shouldn't. I puff and pause for a moment to look at the mess I've made. Four more suitcases are lying on the floor, and different clothes and underwear that I decided to leave behind at the last minute are littered on the counter and on the bench.Hit by the realization I just gave myself an extra work, I fold my hands, my shoulders slouched. This is too much. And to think I'm doing all these things for a wolf that may give me cold feet when we meet only makes my shoulder slouch further, like an old she-wolf's.I still cringe when I remember how jealous he got yesterday evening. Ruling out the fact that I'm not Benjamin's mate, I doubt Benjamin would have let me pursue my career if he were Lester, who's a jealous type. Lester has a trophy wife who barely does anything and doesn't have a car
Hillary's P O VI unstraddle him before his mind could remind him we're still connected. He falls out of me, still hard. In this moment, judging from how ready he is to take me for the second time, I thought he'd stop me, but he only watches me sit next to him, my back against the headboard. And after I do, he reaches for the duvet and tucks me up to my stomach. The thoughtful gesture spreads a smile across my face.“On your terms,” he says, his voice calm, countering my thought of him parading pride after I give in to his silly offer. He adjusts left and faces me, his side resting on the headboard. “Hill. So, how'd you prefer I help?”“Find the father of Jennifer's baby.” I shrug slightly and bring the duvet to my chest, wrapping my hands across. I face him as I continue, my hand moving in a gesture. “Let's start from there, and let me make this clear: we're not pinning the case on Jennifer's ex-mate. If my client is found guilty, I'm backing off on this deal.”“I think we have a dea
My gaze falls to the immaculate marble floor that should be coated with dust. Not only is the unknown wolf making my favorite meal, but they also cleaned the living room. The mother I know won't show up in a secluded mansion she has no knowledge of unless she found out about it, but how did she get in?Curious to know the wolf who's messing with me, I dash towards the kitchen.My mouth hangs open when I see the last person I'd expect walk out of the kitchen with two plates of steak. I stop completely in my tracks, lost at her undying beauty. Her bobbed hair is in a small ponytail. The hottest part of her appearance is the white long-sleeve shirt she's in, my shirt. Though it's too big, it looks sexy on her.Hillary's setting them down when I reach the dining room.Wait. How did she know about my favorite meal?It doesn't matter. What matters is that she's here. In my shirt. In my place.She tilts her head to me, her face lights up with a smile that steals my breath. “I borrowed your s
Lester's P O V“Tyler has been released from the interrogation,” Cade says over the phone, and I sigh, sinking into the driver's seat, relieved.Tyler, my immediate junior brother, was caught next to the shaman's dead body. He got there before Cade did, making Father think Tyler had been my accomplice. Tyler wasn't capable of hurting a soul. Even a mere fly. Father knew that, yet he watched them torture his poor son in the interrogation room to have me confess who my accomplice is.“You think she…really took her life?” he asks, his voice thick in smoke.“We both know she didn't kill herself,” I say, wondering who could have done it. Father has nothing to do with the shaman's death. Probably not Derek because he was hospitalized for days. Certainly not Draven, too. He's the last wolf I could suspect, knowing he does no business with the pack, only showing up when necessary. I've never been this puzzled.“Should I look into it?” he asks, exhaling while I step out of the Jeep and head to
Hillary's P O VThe third hearing is in three hours.The tension in my office is rising.Felicia sits at my desk blankly staring at the last result we thought would help Jennifer with the case. I crack my knuckles, pacing the office, thinking of what to do. To be honest, I'm considering Lester's offer, but the last thing I want to do is make the defendant take the fall. All the evidence is against Jennifer, and even her family and friends testified against her.“Ouch,” I exclaim at the pain that explodes through one of my knuckles that was wrongly cracked.“Be careful.” Felicia slants her head to regard me, her face etched with concern. “Hope you're not thinking of taking the alpha king's offer.” When I hesitate, she adds, her eyes narrow, “Are you?”“Of course not,” I say with certainty, wrapping my hurting finger in my hand.“Good,” she says with a nod and takes her gaze back to the DNA result, her voice rough and low. “Goddess, that wolf is constantly looking for a slight chance to
Father and his followers—Mom; Derek, whose head is wrapped in a bandage; and other pack officials strut towards the airport lounge where I've been waiting for an hour, pacing. He did it to punish me for being the reason his shaman committed suicide, and I'm certain more punishment is loading.He stands before me, his expression tight, his eyes rolling up and down, sizing me up as an opponent would. He wiggles his finger in a circle. “Round up this thing you call a pack fair in three months,” he orders roughly. “I want no more excuses. And no more games.”Without waiting for any reply, he and his team dash off to board the private jet. No goodbye from Mother because whenever her husband's angry, she is as well. And I don't care.“Father.” Derek stopped next to me. “I want to stay.”Suppressing a scoff, I tilt my head, looking at Derek, who impresses me with his words. The only reason he's still alive is because of Father, and with Father gone, I will maul him and bury him alive. Whenev







