Once rejected, twice shy

Reese’s POVTwo years later …Reese closed her eyes and let her senses take over. The music pulsed and sweat ran down the back of her neck. Bodies grinded, sensual moans could be heard, at least, that's what she envisioned and the bass thumped off the walls of the club. Reese didn’t want to feel, didn’t want to think, she just wanted to be.Bryan Bergenson would return from Alpha Camp tomorrow and she was not looking forward to it. She didn't want to be there anymore, didn't want to see him and she knew that sooner or later, she would have to.Cleo, her best friend of ten years, signaled for them to head back to the bar. The bartender was cute, he had the sensual brown eyes, a mop of unruly, longish brown hair and his smile was panty melting. He grinned at the two of them and leaned over the bar.“What can I get you two?”“Two slammers and keep ‘em coming!” Cleo said loudly.Reese laughed then as he quirked a brow at them and poured bourbon into two shot glasses. Reese closed her eyes

Reese’s POVReese groaned and stretched her arms over her head. She was deliciously sore and her eyes snapped open as her phone rang again. That’s what had woken her from the most amazing dream she’d ever had. She groaned again, the man even had a dimple. Damn phone!“Hello,” Reese grumbled into the phone when she finally located it under her pillow. How had that happened?“Girl, where are you?” Cleo sounded exasperated and Reese felt guilty for all of five seconds.“Where were you last night? One moment you were on the dance floor and then poof, gone, nothing,” Reese said.“Oh, right, I kind of ended up at this dorm house,” Cleo said and laughed.Reese looked around at the unfamiliar room and gasped loudly. “I … uhm … I had way too much to drink last night so I came to a motel. Where are you?” Fuck, that was no dream, was it?“Out looking for you. Your dad even phoned me because apparently some little hussy has to get home for a very important meeting!”“I didn’t forget.” Reese looke

Troy’s POVTroy watched the house disappear in his rearview mirror as he drove away from the Willowby house. Her father was a typical former Beta and her mother seemed genuine, caring and warm. He smiled as he thought about Reese’s reaction when she first saw him on the porch.“Call Drake,” Troy said as he drove towards the territory border. His parents would return after they’d made copies of the contract which he’d already signed. and met with the sitting Alpha.The phone rang over the car speakers and Drake’s voice filled the interior. “Is it a done deal? Was she swooning at the sight of the mighty Troy Madden? Did she slip down her seat in want?”Troy laughed loudly. “Don’t be an idiot. She doesn’t want to marry me.”“Hmm, she’s a smart girl.”Troy chuckled again. “Woman. She’s a smart woman.”“You didn’t tell her the real reason you asked for this arranged marriage, did you?”“Nope and I’m not going to. You’d like her actually. She’s feisty and witty and very nice to look at.”“S

Troy’s POVTroy stood in his office and looked out of the window at the glittering lake that sparkled as the sun rose over the horizon. His pack lands were the largest in the continental US and in a few days he would have the added strength of a Luna.He’d been the sitting Alpha for five years minus the two years he’d spent at the Royal Pack when his father had stepped in as acting Alpha with Drake by his side. He’d never regretted the time spent with the King and it wasn’t public knowledge what he’d done there but warriors talked among themselves and word got out about his exploits, the battles he’d fought and the warriors he’d trained there.The door opened and Troy turned around. Drake, his Beta, closed the door behind him and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. Troy’s broken hand hung down his side, the dried blood still coating his knuckles.“I thought you wanted this whole arranged marriage.” Amusement tinted Drake’s words and Troy cracked a grin.“My fist ran i

Reese’s POVReese was shocked, to say the least. Black Claw territory was beautiful. The town where they resided was much larger than White Moon land. The houses were beautiful, gardens were maintained, quaint little shops were scattered throughout. She could see fields of wheat, rolling green hills, a lake in the distance and playgrounds.The two men sitting in the front of the SUV seemed more relaxed now that they were in their own territory. The packhouse was twice the size of the one back home and it stood almost alone. She could see an infirmary that looked more like a small hospital on one side and the pack hall on the other side.The front door of the packhouse stood open as the SUV slowed to a stop and then a man appeared. Yep, he definitely had that werewolf gene thing going for him. His eyes were lighter than Troy’s but stunning nonetheless, he had the werewolf warrior build, tall and muscled.His smile seemed friendly as he opened the rear door and offered Reese his hand. “