Isabelle rushed to the end of the hall and hugged her back to the sidewall under the camera.
Cole pinched the button between his thumb, raised his gun, and marched out, noting the red light blinking. When he got to the end of the hallway he marched out to peer down the one that led to the double staircase that descended to the foyer. He saw two guards manning the entrance. They had their backs to the staircase, busy firing shots outside. Cole darted back to hug his back to the wall, pressed the camera jammer, and fired a shot at the camera covering the hallway and foyer.
“Stay behind me,” he said. Isabelle hugged him from behind and together they moved down the hallway, descending the stairs without any of the men looking back. Cole murmured to Isabelle to run to the back of the house and she did so hurriedly her socks clad feet light on the marbl
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“No!” a loud feminine cry sounded from somewhere to his left, then a growl and another creature lunged at the one ready to deliver the killing blow. Pushing him away from Cole. The creature's claw swept down, tearing flesh from his shoulder to his massive chest, missing his neck as he had evidently intended. Cole panted as excruciating pain rented through his big frame. It was almost like getting shot all over again. He took quick breaths, trying to contain the pain. while his eyes watched the two creatures wrestling on the floor.“It’s Belle!” someone shouted. The tumbling bodies stopped and Cole saw the same colored wolf Isabelle had shapeshifted into to show him what she was. Only this time she was not on all fours - not a mere wolf, but a half-beast half-woman, standing on hind legs, tall and about 250 pounds of all muscle and sinew. Her white fur was pure as the col
The laughter died in their faces and the four men got out to fish Cole out. Isabelle swallowed when Hallec cursed and started to perform chest compressions on Cole to let water out of his lungs. It took a while before he exhaled loudly and started to cough the water out. Isabelle let out a shaky breath. She felt her brother's eyes on her and she raised hers to meet his gaze. A deep frown furrowed his brows and he took a glance at Cole and then reverted his gaze. Isabelle glared at him in her bid to hide her fear and frustration. She could tell her brother was suspicious of her actions."Where do you intend to keep him? Why don't we kill him and get it over with? You realize we have to feed him right? We don't have enough for everyone least of all him," Xavier said."Let me worry about that. He is my prisoner, my slave. And he is staying in my room,”
Once inside the cave that had been their home for close to a decade now, Isabelle watched helplessly from the corner of her eye as Xavier had Cole dragged up the stone stairs while the rest of the pack members surrounded her to welcome her. She forced a smile and tried to act as if all was well in the world when all she wanted to do was run after her brother to make sure he didn't hurt Cole more than he had already. She remembered all he had gone through for the past hours, getting kicked, hit, and knocked out not to mention the claw gashes on his pectoral. She clenched her jaw, nodding automatically to sympathetic words coming at her in almost all directions. Her closest friends Tiana and Opaline, rushed through the crowd to come and draw her into a tight embrace. The gesture coupled with the raging emotions inside her made her eyes smart with tears.
Isabelle turned around knowing the last thing Lorelei needed from her right then was a rescue. Her panting and quiet moaning was an indication. She did feel her twin’s pain though and hated that he was hurting. The pain was so profound it was almost physical. She rubbed her chest. Does it mean he has strong feelings for Lorelei? The other lady had always flirted with Beowulf although Isabelle never thought Lorelei would actually sleep with the man. But then Xavier never acted as if it bothered him. He always looked bored and emotionally detached. Was that a mask then? Or was it a ploy to keep their relationship a secret? But why? If he had come out and claimed her, no one in the pack wo
A gasp escaped her lips when Cole forcefully turned her around and lifted her up - tangled in chains and all. He pressed her back to the wall, nudged and settled between her legs, cupped her ass, and rammed into her again. Isabelle bit down on her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud. Her body arched, blending against his and he cupped her by the nape of her neck and covered her lips with his mouth. Cole drove into her feeling starved of her. Her scent, her soft cries, and the feel of his thick cock buried in her wet, tight pussy drove him bonkers. "I want to hear you scream my name," he breathed close to her ear, feeling out of his mind. "Not here,” she replied with a shaky breath, putting her mouth close to his ear, and suckled on his earlobe. Cole grunted. "Maybe in that hotel… where you planned to take me to? When you get me alone, with just t
Cole folded his knees and pulled his legs up just watching her lie there. He dragged his hands over his hair, roughening the already combed hair. Isabelle had tended to him in a way that mellowed him, making him feel cherished and like she was his to do as he pleased. She had even combed his hair, and he smiled. The last time he recalled anyone doing that for him was before his mother was killed. He also can not imagine any human woman doing that especially when he was not incapacitated. Although the chains would have made it a little difficult, but not impossible. He remembered how intense she had been, the concentration on her face and her insistence on patching him up. He had meant to scare her when he held her neck and found even then her concern had been for him. She called her death an escape. The comment had made a protective surge rush through him. The growing need to protect and make sure she lacked nothing welled up inside him bu
Isabelle opened her eyes at the sound of a loud snarl. The sight before her almost made her heart stop. She didn't have the time to think or pause as she jerked up, sprang into the air, and tackled the massive form heading for Cole. She landed atop a bundle of fur and their eyes met. Beowulf tried to push her off but she didn't let him. His black eyes were glassy, and darker than normal as if he had gone feral. He managed to push her off his body and rose to his feet. Isabelle pulled her door open, shape-shifted into a werewolf, and pounced in front of Cole, blocking him from Beowulf and at the same time shoving Cole backward against the wall. An act that awarded her a sharp stab in the flank as Beowulf dug his claws into her fur, and swiped hard. Isabelle growled.“Isabelle!” Cole cried in alarm. He had seen the black-furred werewolf slash at her side with his deadly claws, and he pulled
“Is that true, Belle? Did Beowulf try to molest you?” Xavier asked her via mind link. A deep frown furrowed her eyebrows. She hadn’t even pondered how Beowulf got into her room or why. She had figured Cole’s presence had made him lose control to the point of going feral - a mindless beast whose human side has been suppressed and only the animalistic instinct rules. And all the thought in her head had been to protect her mate, she hadn’t even remembered she had locked the door and he shouldn’t be in her room in the first place. “I locked my door and yet he got inside…” Isabelle responded via mind link, still, a bit befuddled. “He picked the lock. Your human stopped him. He complained of his limitations as a result of the chains,” Hallec supplied. “Let me have him, Belle,” he added, and she raised her eyes to hold his intense gaze, and from the corner of