Mj rolled over for what seemed like the millionth time struggling to sleep, and she just couldn't force herself to drift off tonight. She and the other hunters had been in the LaFlare pack working to hunt down any trace of the missing Omega’s or Jet LaFlare for over three weeks with no genuine answers. The only thing anyone could verify was that Jethro had met several times with Casper, both at his club and some other mystery location nobody seemed to really know anything about. Mj decided to get up for a night cap to try and help her relax. As she slipped out of her room and down the hall, she was surprised to find the kitchen mostly deserted. Two dark figures sat at the small kitchenette and Mj paid them no attention as she opened the refrigerator and reached for a bottle of beer when Nadine’s crackling voice broke the silence, “grab a couple of dem beers while you in there,” she demanded and Mj hu
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While Dante made his way down a crumbling stone staircase, he tried to blink the blur from his vision, but only succeeded in throwing himself off balance and tumbling head over heels down the remaining steps before being dumped onto the floor. Dante’s groaning body rolled over as Talia tapped the toe of her heeled boot on the hollow floor. “Are you fucking serious?” The angry, frigid woman snarled before snapping her fingers and waving her hand at two guards standing by. “Pick him up for fuck’s sake,” she snapped and the two burly silent men jumped into action. Each guard slung one of Dante’s arms around their necks and stood him up, letting him lean on his human crutches. Talia slowly approached the swaying wolf and rolled her eyes when identical jugs dangled from each fist, “are you ever not drunk,” she asked with a hissing impatience and Dante let a gurgling laugh float o
Mj’s head snapped up as the echoed cries of wolves woke her. She almost screamed as her eyes locked with Jay’s, and he fell backward onto his rear with surprise, “what the fuck are you doing Jay?” Mj groaned as she started to stretch the cramps out of her shoulders and neck. Jay sat forward and crossed his legs. “sorry Em, I didn’t realize you wanted to sleep outside or I would have left out a bowl of milk.” Both Mj and Jay chuckled lightly before climbing to their feet. Mj dusted herself off and began rolling her shoulders and neck to finish stretching out her stiff body as Jay stood there nervously shifting from one foot to the other, “Mj the Alpha called,” he murmured and as Mj started stretching her back and limbs she responded, “ok great, please tell me our little Honey pot was able to dig something up this time,” she asked and when Jay did not answer Mj stoppe
After Mj hurried through breakfast, she ran back to the packhouse to load her bag and wait for her companions when a soft knock alerted her to the doorway. She spun around to see the smirking face of the LaFlare Alpha, “that excited to get out the swamp, hu?” Mj stood there letting her heartbeat fill the sound in the room for a long moment before she slowly shook her head, “it’s not that I don’t appreciate all the training and Cajun hospitality Alpha, it’s just that I… I don’t belong here,” she said softly, and Arzon slowly shook his head as he leaned against the door frame with his arms lazily folded across his chest. “You and I both know that ain't the truth sher,” Arzon winked at Mj and pursed his lips, “your last name was Bijou girl… da swamp could be home to you vera easy.” Mj impatiently shoved air through her nose before smoothing her hands down her hair and over her
The melody of closing doors and familiar voices murmuring roused Mj from her deep sleep. She sat up in the back seat and began rubbing her eyes. The back door popped open, and she yawned, “please tell me we stopped some place I can pee Mox, I feel like I have been asleep for a week,” she declared, but Mj’s eyes snapped open as the husky laugh of her Alpha floated in through the open door. The sound of Moxie’s voice rang out from behind Azreal’s smiling face, “it wasn't a whole week,” the hunter mused and Mj rolled her still foggy eyes as Azreal offered her his palm. Taking the stronger wolf’s hand, Mj felt the rush of power from her familiar pack mate, and she could feel her muscles relax as she was yanked from the seat of the SUV directly into the impatiently waiting arms of an overly ecstatic Beta. “Mj I missed you so much, I want to hear all about your trip, you loo
Again Mj stopped outside the ornate double doors of Azreal’s private office and exhaled as the sight of the carved wolf and the symbolism of the heart splitting down the middle as the doors opened, broke something inside Mj and without warning the emotionally Stoic woman collapsed to her knees in tears. Ace stepped over Mj and into Azreal’s office as the Alpha doubled back to attend to his sobbing assassin. Mj felt Azreal’s hands touch her back, and she jerked herself upright, “sorry Alpha… I don’t know what–” Azreal crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head, but before he could speak Ace came barreling back out of the office with his finger wagging in Mj’s face, “you’re going into heat and that makes you useless-” Azreal cleared his throat and Ace instantly bowed his head, submitting to his Alpha. Mj smo
For the next several days Ace made it his mission to keep Mj as physically distracted as possible, when she wasn’t with Azreal and Ed attempting to work out a good plan to capture Casper or helping Lou in the kitchen the Commander sent her on frequent patrols. Mj had gained a reputation and even a nickname from the other guards; they referred to her as a moon hound since she always found and caught moonwalkers when she was on patrol. Azreal took pride in the ruthless aggression and dedication of his assassin, but Lila was always slightly concerned that Mj was using violence to vent her anger and grief. One morning as Mj, Mathew, and his sister Billie were dragging six dead moonwalkers toward the tree line, Mj was met with the almost enthusiastic face of Ace and Moxie. Mj dropped the
The exterior doors to the med hall burst open as Billie charged out into the fresh air and took a deep breath before throwing her head forward and puking violently. Moxie came walking out after her, followed by Mj, Ace, and John Pearl. Moxie attempted to approach Billie, but the woman held her hand out to stop him as she continued to vomit. Mj stood with her arms crossed as Ace and Dr. Pearl tried not to laugh, “real fuckin funny John,” the assassin hissed at the chortling pair, causing the doctor to immediately snap the blood stained lab coat he was still wearing as he composed himself. Mj let her skull flop to the side as she stared daggers into the commander, but he simply shrugged, “she’s the one that wanted to play with the big kids, maybe next time she won't give her brother so much sh
Ace stood leaning against a dark SUV waiting impatiently for Mj as Moxie and Jay remained off to the side, sparring in the dirt. The double doors to the pack house peaked open long enough for Mj and Sam to slip out and pull the doors closed behind them, “about time assassin, what the hell took you so long?” he asked impatiently and as Sam began to apologize in a small voice Mj stopped her, “Sammie, don’t apologize to Commander crank-ass you did nothing wrong, he is waiting for me,” she said as sweetly as possible and waited for Sam to nod silently before the now meek hunter scurried back into the pack house. Mj watched Sam go and then snapped her attention back to Ace, “listen I don't know what the fuck crawled up your ass and laid eggs but you better un-constipate yourself with whatever problem it is you have with Sam or I swear on the Moon, our Beta, and Azreal’s sanity I will make you sorry.” Ace’s eye