I gazed out through the windscreen and up at the highlighted brickwork. The spotlights on the walls bathed the guesthouse in a pale-yellow hue and a sun canopy stretched around the front of the building like a light and dark striped skirt. The inside was just as modern as the outside. Peter helped to bring my belongings to the reception desk. We had to be quiet so as not to wake the sleeping borders. Chloe and Lincoln were there to greet us, and what a fine-looking couple they were too. Chloe’s summer dress clung to her voluptuous figure like she had been hand-stitched into it, and her blonde hair and tanned skin gave her a healthy glow. Her husband, Lincoln, stood around six-foot-five, rocking the hot mountain man look without really having to try. Either he was well-endowed, or a snake had slithered up the inside leg of his jeans, because fuck me, that was one impressive appendage. I turned my attention elsewhere.
Peter and Lincoln carried all my luggage to my room, allowing Chloe to give me a brief tour of the guest house.
“I hope you like your stay here at Whitehaven. If there’s anything you need, just let me know,” Chloe kindly offered.
“Thank you. I’m going to look around the town tomorrow to get a feel for the place. Maybe talk to a few of the locals, meet some people, and settle in,” I replied, thinking that she was the luckiest woman I had ever met.
“You want some company? I was planning on taking the kids out for a few hours, anyway?” Chloe suggested.
“That would be great, but only if it’s not too much trouble,” I answered, not wanting to be a burden.
She gave me a look that implied, “Don’t be silly,” before responding in a hushed tone. “It’s Linc’s birthday this weekend, and the kids want to get him something special. So, trust me, honey, it’s no bother at all.”
“Oh. I’ll tag along then. What time should I be ready for?” I asked.
“Oh, say nine-thirty after we sit down to breakfast. The kids usually have me up around six. They run into our room and bounce on the bed. They’re natural alarm clocks.” Chloe chuckled.
“Well, in that case, I’ll let you get some rest. I know that I’ll crash as soon as my head touches the pillow,” I replied, struggling to contain a yawn.
Chloe escorted me to my room before saying goodnight. As the light filled the lavishly decorated suite, my jaw hit the floor. I considered my house to be a palace, but this place was stunning.
I let out a low whistle, wondering how much of the budget was being blown on my accommodation costs. Not that I was prepared to trade this in for a shitty truck-stop motel. No way.
They had crafted the bed from the same oak wood that flowed throughout the building. All the soft furnishings matched in cream-colored cotton with a country rose pattern. I took a seat on the bed to peel off my clothes then pulled on a pair of pajamas, yawning and in need of some rest. As I cocooned myself in the feather-soft sheets, I sent a quick text to my parents and Joanne, just to let them know I arrived here safely. I didn’t expect an immediate reply from them because of the time difference.
Drifting off to sleep was easy. I would have had a full, peaceful night if it wasn’t for the loud, harrowing sound that tore me from the land of slumber. I knew it was late because it was still dark outside. I looked around for my phone and pressed the home button to illuminate the screen.
“It’s four o’clock in the morning for fuck’s sake,” I grumbled, after reading the time.
I was too sleep-drunk to get up and peer through the open window. So, I just lay there and suffered through the commotion. Another loud chorus of keening howls filtered into the night. I recognized it as a wolfs’ song. I had barely managed to grab two hours' worth of sleep, and as the sound grew louder, I groaned with annoyance. Fair enough, this is what I came here for, but for God’s sake, I was exhausted. On clumsy feet, I stumbled out of bed and staggered to the window. The curtains were swaying gently in the cool night breeze, and I made a mental note not to leave it open the following night.
“Oh, bugger off and howl somewhere else,” I complained sleepily. “I’ll get revenge when I come and poke my nose into your habitat. If you disturb my sleep, I’ll fuck up yours. Trust me, I have a box full of rectal thermometers and I’m not afraid to use them.”
My fingers clutched the window frame and slammed it shut. That only made matters worse. It was as if the wolves were heckling me for their own amusement. My eyes strained through the darkness, but all I could make out were shadows. I yanked the curtains closed before shuffling back to bed. At least I knew my research was going to prove a success, especially if there was a pack of wolves living beyond Chloe and Lincoln’s back garden. The insufferable noise continued into the early hours. Instead of letting it torture my eardrums, I plugged my headphones into my phone and listened to my playlist. With the velvety tones of Adam Lavigne crooning into my ears, I drifted back to sleep.
The annoying high-pitched sound of my phone alarm ripped me from a pleasant dream. My earphones only amplified the sound. I yanked them from my ears and rolled over, then grabbed my phone to turn off the alarm. A groan escaped my lips the second I saw it was already eight a.m. My eyes stung and my head felt foggy as if I was suffering from a hangover. The infernal racket from last night didn’t help. I felt as if I hadn’t even slept at all. After much deliberation, I forced myself out of bed and began my morning routine.
Having a shower helped to wake me up, scrubbing myself with the soapy sponge until I felt clean and refreshed. Clutching my damp towel around me, I shuffled over to the window, scanning the clear blue sky for any sign of a rain cloud. The sunny morning helped me to decide what clothes I should wear. I put on a vest top, jeans, and a comfortable pair of sneakers.
I had a good feeling about today. This place felt like a home away from home, although I wasn’t sure why. New places were supposed to feel different. Whitehaven didn’t. Before leaving my room, I grabbed my handbag and slumped off downstairs towards the communal dining area. Chloe was there, dressed, and ready to start the day. She was busy fussing over her children, who were arguing over who had the most cereal in their dishes. I watched as she tipped a few more grains into one bowl so that it evened them out.
“There, now you’ve got the same amount as your brother.” She placed the bowl down in front of the little blonde-haired girl, who had been giving her some attitude.
“I’m a big boy, aren’t I, Mommy. I’m gonna grow up big and strong just like Poppa Bear, won’t I, Mommy?” The little dark-haired boy asked angelically.
“You sure will, Cameron,” Chloe replied, then bowed down and kissed the top of his head.
“Will I be big like Poppa? Or will I be a princess like you, Mommy?” The little cute blonde girl inquired, scrunching her brows quizzically.
“Oh, Angelica, you’re the only pretty princess around here,” Chloe fawned, squeezing her daughter’s cheeks. She chuckled, then leaned down to plant a kiss on the side of her face.
“Poppa calls you his princess,” Angelica stated, her brown eyes flared wide with innocence.
“Yeah . . . and he’s my big, cuddly teddy bear.” Chloe noticed me standing in the doorway smiling and shot me a grin.
“Coffee?” she offered.
“That would be great, thank you,” I replied politely. I would have preferred tea, but I doubted they drank Yorkshire Tea here. I didn’t much care for alternative brands.
We ate a quick breakfast before we headed into town. It made more sense to take Chloe’s car as it already had the kids’ car seats installed in the back. After such an enchanting breakfast, listening to the children’s tales, I was convinced that they were two of the most adorable children I had ever met.
Cameron and Angelica were four years old and were fraternal twins. Angelica loved to chat non-stop. Chloe often had to remind her to slow down while she was talking, whereas Cameron was the quiet one who hardly said a word. Chloe referred to them as her cubs. Maybe that was just a cute pet name that also meant kids, but they referred to their dad as Poppa Bear. So maybe that’s where the nickname cubs came from.
Chloe pulled into a free parking bay along the edge of the town square. Lakewell was a cute little place that had an ample number of shops, despite being in such a small, populated area. I had an excellent view of White Lake from this side of the town. There was a picnic park along the water’s edge with an adventure playground for children. The harbor was bustling with families all out enjoying the sunshine and feeding the ducks clumps of bread. I could imagine this place being great to raise a family. Chloe and Lincoln certainly picked the nicest place to raise Angelica and Cameron. “I’m going to take the kids to choose a gift for Lincoln. We could meet up for lunch later if you don’t want to be dragged from store to store by the kids,” Chloe suggested. “I’ll meet up with you later,” I decided, wanting to go off and explore on my own for a while. “I need to pick up a few essentials.” Chloe nodded, chuckling at the unusual term I used for browsing. “It’s impossible to get lost arou
“So that’s it? They just returned unscathed?” I asked disappointedly. Call me wicked, but I hoped there would be a raunchy tale to tell. Something to fantasize about when I go to sleep at night. “I can only repeat what I know.” Teresa shrugged. “The girls weren’t harmed in any way; they came back with the same excuses. That the men were searching for the ideal woman, but they never found the right one,” she finished. “Personally, I think that most of them went looking for trouble. Most seemed disheartened when they came back unfulfilled.” She scrunched her face in revulsion. Chloe giggled and even Teresa relaxed and saw the funny side. The scientist in me was rolling my eyes, calling this out for the bullshit that it was, but after the night I had, something Teresa had just said resonated with me. Like an itch I just had to scratch or else it would bug me. “I thought I heard wolves howling outside the guest house last night,” I told them. Chloe frowned. “Kids love to pull prank
All was quiet in the guesthouse as I returned. I wondered if any other guests had checked in since my arrival. There wasn’t any sign of Chloe and the children. They must have gone into their living quarters to relax. I returned to my room, noticing the maids had made the bed, and left clean towels on the comforter.They hadn’t touched my recording equipment. It was stacked in the corner of the room where Peter said it was. A large brown envelope caught my eye. Someone had propped it up on my pillow. It looked important. I emptied the contents onto the crisp white sheets, finding the keys to the car, Peter’s email address on a piece of folded notepaper, and the log-in information I needed. As if the universe thought I needed a break, my phone rang. It was my mother. I swiped my finger across the touchscreen to answer the call. “Hi, Mum. How are things at home?”“Great,” Mum replied. “I’m just checking in with you to see how you’re settling in.”“Everything’s fine. I went into Lakewell
I bucked and thrashed to break free of my kidnapper’s iron grip, but it was useless. Whoever he was, his strength exceeded my own and all I could do was scream bloody murder as he dragged me deep into the forest. No one would know where I was. I dropped my backpack on the lawn. My camera was still dangling from the cord around my neck, weighing me down and biting into my nape. My terrified screams turned to desperate sobs. At one point, a hand pressed down so hard over my mouth that I thought I might pass out. I could scarcely see a thing as he pulled me through the thicket. All I could hear was ragged breathing and the sound of heavy footsteps beating on the ground — until the bickering started.“What part of ‘let me handle it’ did not sink into your thick skull?” an angry voice roared. “Can we not discuss this now? I'm kind of busy here, in case you haven’t noticed,” the guy holding me answered him.“Go easy on her, she still needs to breathe,” a raspy voice snapped.There are thr
He turned me around and pulled me to the couch, the soles of my sneakers squeaking against the varnished floor. The men darted back from the adjoining room wearing shorts and nothing else. One guy flung a pair through the air and my captor caught it with one hand, then whirled me into the arms of a blond guy. He wasn’t as rough, but he showed no signs of letting me go, pulling me back on the couch and onto his lap. The guy who dragged me from the door put on his shorts and then went to join the others. They huddled together and muttered between them, “Why don’t you say something? You’re the eldest.” Two of them shoved the nominee forward — a strapping guy with dark hair, a cropped beard, and silvery grey eyes. He seemed like such a bad-tempered bastard, turning to snap at them like a rabid dog. But then he dragged his gaze to me and held it there as if he was contemplating what to say. “I’m Alex Bennett,” he introduced himself; his tone remained firm. “On behalf of me and my brothe
They wanted to wait until Alex came back from the kitchen, which was fair enough. This concerned him too. He carried a red mug by the handle, treading carefully so as not to spill a drop onto the floor.So, he’s houseproud — noted. I could tell a lot from someone by their actions. The way they respected their living space and the people around them.“Here, I hope I’ve made it right,” Alex handed me a mug of steaming hot tea then put a coaster onto the coffee table in front of me.I took in every detail, making a mental note of their behavior patterns. It would help me to figure out what made them tick. After inspecting the tea, I risked a sip. It wasn’t too milky, and it wasn’t too strong . . . it won my seal of approval. We were off to an impressive start.Alex watched me, cringing to see whether the drink was to my liking. He wanted to impress me, but why would he care? Kidnappers were supposed to be wretched, horrid, despicable human beings with agendas. They don’t offer their hos
“Isobelle, stop!” Alex’s commanding voice sent a jolt through my heart.My startled scream rang through my ears before a rough hand covered my mouth.“You’re bleeding,” Lucas’s raspy voice accompanied a hot gust against my ear.He was behind me. Alex was in front of me. My fingers attempted to peel away Lucas’s grip as I wrestled against him. Then two wet snouts nudged against my elbows, causing me to whimper helplessly.“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Alex berated. “The forest isn’t safe during the day, let alone at night.”“Hey!” Lucas barked back, “Lay off her. Can’t you see that she’s scared?”Lucas curled his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. The heat from his skin seeped through the thin cotton of my nightdress, permeating through to my heart. Warmth. Protection. Safety. Those feelings surfaced, instilling somewhere within my inner core, enabling me to relax. There was no way they would let me get ripped apart by wolves. Alex stepped forward and brought his h
Isobelle Grayson finished cleaning my wounds and wrapped bandages around the nasty ones. The cabin was quiet. Nobody else came into the bedroom while he was tending to me. They got the hint I needed some space. Grayson grinned, holding a fistful of colorful Band-Aids for me to choose from.I cocked my head to one side. “Seriously?! I’m not five,” I muttered sarcastically.He was taking the whole ‘Daddy’ thing to the extreme. If I misbehaved, would he put me on the naughty step or force me to stand in a corner and face the wall, or worse . . . would he put me over his knee and spank me? God, why did I secretly want that?His brows jumped a few millimeters. “Humor me.”I sucked in a languid breath through my nose then tapped a pink one with sparkly princess crowns on it.“Give me that one,” I replied with an exhausted sigh.Grayson coughed to clear the back of his throat as if he was prompting a further response from me. I waited for a couple of seconds before adding an exasperated, “P