Mari’s POV
I gasp and scramble back, running into Jim. He grabs my arm to steady me before pulling me to the back of the bar, far from the counter.
From here, we watch the fight take an interesting twist.
There are four people—three men and a woman—now attacking Connor and his buddies. It’s one of them who just threw Connor onto the floor. With a single leap over the counter, he lands on the floor next to Connor, grabs his shirt collar, and then punches him in the face over and over again.
Jim moves and hurries out of the bar area, heading for the doorway where Joseph is lying, blood oozing from his stomach.
A quick glance at the fight reveals that the four strangers are doing fine work of subduing Connor and his men. They seem to have already kicked three of them out. Connor is still in the hands of the guy who interrupted him, and with how bloody he looks, I doubt he’ll be able to attack anyone tonight.
I hurry over to Jim. Joseph is still conscious, his hand grasping at his wound.
“Get the first aid box in his office,” Jim instructs, stripping his white shirt and bundling it up. He presses it to Joseph’s stomach. “And call for an ambulance.”
“Okay,” I reply, hurrying first to the changing room to get my phone. I call for the ambulance as I make my way to Joseph’s office to get the box.
When I get back, the fight is done. The security men are now in custody of Connor and his men, tying their hands behind their backs.
“They’ll be here in a few minutes,” I tell Jim as I kneel down next to him and hand him the box.
He takes the box, opens it, and reaches for the white gauze. “Is that your boyfriend?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply, my hands fisting on my lap. “Broke up with him this evening.”
He grunts. “He didn’t like that, did he?” he asks, snipping the gauze with a pair of scissors.
I take a deep inhale, shaking my head. “No.”
Jim replaces his shirt, now soaked with blood, with the sterile gauze.
“Oh my God, is he okay?” Christie appears, her voice hysterical. Her brown eyes are wide and teary as she looks down at our boss. Her white uniform shirt is soaked, probably with beer.
Joseph grunts and inhales sharply.
“The ambulance will be here soon,” Jim assures him.
“Mari…”
My blood runs cold when my name leaves our boss’s lips. I look at him to find him glaring at me, his teeth clenched together.
“I’m sorry, boss, I didn’t know he would… I didn’t know…”
“Never step foot in my club ever again,” he seethes, gasping for air. “Let me never see your pathetic face here again.”
Jim gives me a worried look, then looks back at Joseph. “Boss, this is not her—”
“Get the fuck out of my club!” Joseph roars with more energy than he seems to have. He lays his head back on the floor, groaning in pain.
I rise to my feet. My legs are shaking, my heart going a mile a minute. I hope he’ll be okay. He has to be. I don’t blame him for throwing me out. I was quitting anyway.
“He’s just in pain and pissed off right now,” Jim tells me. “I’ll call you later.”
I shake my head. “Don’t. I have to go. I’m sorry.”
I turn on my heels and rush to the changing room. Quickly, I get out of my uniform and pull on the jeans and T-shirt I was wearing earlier. I fold the uniform and leave it on the counter, then put on my sneakers. I shove my heels in my bag and shoulder it, ready to leave.
That’s when I notice that I’m not alone.
There’s a man standing in the doorway, watching me.
That man who just beat the hell out of Connor.
I stumble backwards, my back pressing into the counter behind me. “What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice feeble and shaky. I just can’t seem to stop shaking. I’ll probably calm down when I’m hundreds of miles away from this place.
He takes a step into the room, his eyes set on me. He’s blonde and tall, devilishly handsome, and dressed in all black. Something nudges the back of my brain but doesn’t come out to the surface. I’m sure I’ve never seen him before.
The closer he gets, the harder my heart pumps. I feel like cornered prey, with my predator approaching slowly as if it’s seconds before he catches and devours me.
A quick look at the doorway reveals we are alone.
“What do you want?” I ask again, trying to sound a little braver than I’m feeling.
He comes to a stop, about two feet from me. He’s close enough that I can make out his grey eyes. Close enough that I can make out the fine scar running from the corner of his left eye to his chin. Oddly enough, the scar does nothing to make him appear less striking.
God, I don’t think I’ve seen a man this good looking before.
And that’s definitely not what I should be thinking about right now.
“Shouldn’t you be thanking me?” he asks, his voice calm. “When did you lose your manners, Mari Angela?”
Thanking…
Yes…
He is right.
“Thank you,” I tell him. “Thanks.”
He smiles. Like a genuine smile, as if he’s pleased or something. “Don’t mention it. I told you I would always protect you, didn’t I?”
What?
A frown forms on my face. He did? When? I’ve never seen him a day in my life.
And did he just use my middle name correctly?
Everybody here calls me Mari or Marianne. The only person who bothered to use my middle name correctly was my mother…
How does he even know my name?
“Who are you?” I whisper, my alarms going off.
His smile drops. Then he arches an eyebrow. “I know it’s been thirteen years, and we are no longer kids, but come on, you can see the similarity, right?”
I shake my head slowly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He chuckles, then takes another step toward me. He tilts his head to the side. “Look, Mari, we have to leave, and I don’t have time for your little games.”
Leave? We? Little games? Am I missing something here?
I’m about to tell him that I really, really have no idea who he is when he crosses the little space between us. I gasp as his body comes up against the front of mine.
“What the fuck—” my words die on my lips as he grips my chin in his fingers and lifts my face to his. My eyes crash into his. His, that are giving me such an intense stare that I feel like he can see into my very soul.
It becomes impossible to form thoughts, let alone words, with him staring at me like that. With him pressed up to me like this. I’m super aware of it, every little inch of my body where we are making contact.
“Stefan,” he whispers, his warm breath wafting across my face. “It’s me, Stefan. That jog your memory now?”
I shake my head. Stefan? A tall, blond, grey-eyed Stefan who looks like this? Nah, I would remember him.
But he mentioned thirteen years…
Thirteen years ago, I was ten!
Was he a neighbourhood kid or something? All I remember from that age were the bullies who used to call me a motherless freak—something that they picked up from my very own stepmother—before my mother came and took me away.
I blink and swallow hard. “I don’t remember. I didn’t know anyone called Stefan.”
Stefan’s POV She is confused. And scared. I can smell both her confusion and fear, and I don’t like it all. I didn’t look for her for five long years so I could make her afraid of me. But I never thought she would not remember me. Because she isn’t lying. I wouldn’t be sensing all that confusion if she was lying. Has it been too long? I have thought about her every day for thirteen years now, since that day she mysteriously disappeared from my life without a word. Not a single day has gone by without my thoughts wandering to her. Wondering what she was doing, where she was. Maybe she didn’t think about me, and that’s why she forgot. Or maybe she was too young to remember me after all this time. She was just ten… I shake my head. No. We spent way too much time together for her to forget me entirely. We were close. I was the scrawny second son of the alpha, an outcast in my world. She was the housekeeper’s daughter, and she didn’t mind my company. She was my only playmate. Unti
Stefan’s POV I knew something was off, from the moment I saw her at the club. I didn’t feel that pull I hear other werewolves talking about. Apparently, when you meet your soulmate for the first time, you’re supposed to feel some crazy pull, as if some otherworldly power is pulling your souls together. And unless they die, or you reject them and mate with someone else, you’ll always feel that connection. But maybe that’s because this is not the first time I’m meeting her. I felt that pull back then. That’s how I knew she was my destiny, and why I haven’t been able to rest easy until I found her. That itself was crazy—feeling the pull when I did. I was fifteen, she was ten. I hadn’t shifted for the first time yet. That happened when I was eighteen. And that’s when I was supposed to be able to feel my mate, had they been around. But I recognised her as my destiny long before my wolf showed up. But then again, my wolf isn’t your everyday wolf. So, while it might seem odd to many of
Mari’s POV It feels like I’m cocooned in something. Something warm. It feels so nice. I huddle into it, soaking in all that amazing warmth. When did my duvet get so comfortable? My mind grinds to a halt. When did I get to bed? Fuck. That’s not a blanket. That’s— My eyes shoot open. The first thing I see is a ceiling. A white, panelled ceiling. That’s not the ceiling in my room. The one in my room isn’t panelled, and it isn’t clean like that. But that’s not my biggest issue right now. Is that… Is that… My eyes fall down to my chest. There’s a heavy arm lying there, just below my bust, wrapped around the top of my stomach. Further down, there’s a leg, a heavy leg, resting on my thighs. And, even more impressive, is the hard, big, very naked male body pressing to my side. I scream. He jolts awake, his limbs slackening from their hold on me. I quickly roll out of bed, fall to the floor, and then crawl quickly to the wall. Folding my knees to hide my body, I look at him, tre
Mari’s POV My body responds to him. It’s the craziest thing to ever happen to me, and I don’t fight it. Because it feels so damn good. His lips claim mine hungrily, ravishing them and opening me up to him completely. I gasp, both at the sudden assault and at the heat pooling in my lower abdomen. I have to be crazy. That’s the only explanation for this entire thing. My hands find their way to his side, clutching at his shirt and holding on tight. The rest of my body arches forwards, seeking as much contact as I can. I manage to press my breasts against his chest, and damn, does it feel good. It helps that the night dress I am wearing is quite flimsy. Its satiny fabric rubs against my nipples, sending waves of pleasure straight down to my core. Gods, I need him. Right now. I want him, inside me. Before I know it, I’m rubbing against him like a cat in heat. The air smells delicious. If pheromones smelled, that’s how they would smell like, I decide. The smell seems to be emanating
Stefan’s POV I’m crazy. I can’t believe I just tried to mark her even when she’s still visibly confused about everything. But… Holy shit, it had been so hard to rein myself in with how readily she responded. She might not know it, but her body sure knows who it was made for. I’d barely been able to extract myself from her. I hadn’t stopped walking until I was out of the house and far away, deep in the forest surrounding the compound. The physical distance made it harder to turn back and finish what I started. Because that’s really what I wanted to do. To push that sorry excuse of a nightdress she was wearing out of the way, hike her up in my arms, then impale her with my hard cock. Bite her. Claim her. Make her mine, so no man, werewolf or not, would dare look at her twice. Just thinking about it made me hard again. My wolf itched to get out, but I held him back. I didn’t trust him, not at a time like this. I’ve been looking for her for years. Craving her for even longer. And now
Stefan’s POV She’s sitting at the table in the dining room, her eyes set towards the entrance, as if waiting for the moment I show up. Andreas is sitting on the other end of the table, checking his phone. Knowing him, he’s probably waiting for an update from Levi and Hanna. She shoots to her feet when she sees me and comes straight to me. “Can we talk?” I nod and turn to Andreas, who has shot to his feet too. “Bring her to the briefing room, I’ll be there in five minutes.” He nods and beckons her to follow. She goes with him, but not before looking back at me twice as if determining whether to trust me or not. I head up the stairs and down the hallway into my room. Peeling my sweaty clothes off, I step into the shower and clean up as fast as possible. I change into another black shirt, matching pants, and a pair of black sandals. Then I open a drawer beside my bed and retrieve a photo I’ve kept with me for thirteen years. I go back downstairs and into the briefing room. The br
Mari’s POV When I come to, the lady from before, the housekeeper, is sitting by the bed. There’s a certain scent in the room, like some sort of herb or something. “Ah, you’re awake! That always works!” She comes to her feet, and that’s when I notice the incense burner on the cabin beside the bed. That’s where the fragrant smell is coming from. “What’s that?” “Nothing harmful,” she assures. “How are you feeling? You went faint earlier.” Earlier… I scramble out of the bed, getting to my feet on the other side from her. “Where are my car keys? I want to get out of here.” “Miss, I know what you saw could be shocking—” “Could be?” I snap. Then I shake my head. Stay calm. Get out of here. “My keys.” “The Alpha said—” “Fuck the Alpha! I want my keys and I want them now. If you people hold me in this house one second longer, I’ll call the police!” She shakes her head. “Please don’t do that.” “Get me my car keys, then.” She wrings her hands together. “Only Alpha Stefan knows where
Mari’s POV I gasp awake, my hands shooting to my throat. It was a dream, just a dream, I chant in my mind as I try to bring my breathing under control. There’s no wolf mauling at my neck. It was a dream. Shifting to a sitting position, I reach towards the bedside cabin and turn on the lamp. What’s the— I gasp and scramble back on my bed at the sight of the two women standing by my bed. “What are you doing here?” I ask, looking from one to the other. I recognise one of them. Naya, from earlier tonight. This time, she’s wearing black leather pants and a matching leather jacket. So is the other one. They look like a pair of assassins… “You have the worst timing, don’t you?” Naya asks, her lips turning up in a small mocking smile. Then, turning to her companion, she says, “Get her!” Before I can move any further from then, the other woman gets onto the bed and grabs my hands. “What do you think you’re doing? Let me go!” “Told you you shouldn’t have snubbed Martha,” Naya says, h