ReidReidâs shoulder ached and throbbed and he woke vaguely puzzled by the source of the pain. Jasperâs sigh as he nuzzled closer into Reidâs back recalled the reason his shoulder hurt and Reid grinned, gripping the pillow with his fingers and pressing his face into it, smothering his gleeful euphoria as he remembered that he and Jasper had marked each other, completing the bond between them, and taking each other as mates.Jasperâs hand stroked down Reidâs ribs on its way to the curve of Reidâs arse, and Reid giggled into the pillow, surprised by the ticklish response. Jasperâs hand returned upwards mischievously, and Reid dissolved into laughter, rolling in an effort to escape the teasing fingers.They wrestled, laughing breathlessly, their limbs and hair tangling until the tone of the play changed and Reid lowered his mouth to Jasperâs.âMy breathâĶâ Jasper turned his head to the side evasively.âMine too,â Reid replied. âGive me your mouth. I donât care.â He met Jasperâs lips with
âDad,â Jasper knocked on the door of Sebastianâs office and opened it at the same time. Jonathan Kensy and Sebastian broke off their quiet and intense conversation and looked up at him, startled. âOh,â Jasper retreated a step. âSorry. I interrupted.ââItâs fine,â Sebastian rose to his feet, the palms of his hands pressed flat to the table. âWe will talk about what to do in half an hour Jonathan, after Iâve spoken with Jasper aboutâĶ Something important. Go, grab a coffee. Anastasia and Charlotte are probably still at the breakfast table.âJonathan nodded politely in greeting as he passed Jasper.âIs something wrong?â Jasper asked as Sebastian sighed heavily, massaging his thumbs into his temples as if to relieve a tension headache.âYes,â Sebastian said without hesitation. âThere was a death at the fight last night. Were you aware of it?ââOh,â Jasper felt his stomach sink. âA fight broke out as I was leavingâĶ And I heard sirens. But I was told it was normal. That sort of thing happens
ReidâMarcelâĶâ Tamara Morrison said softly, although Reid did not need the confirmation to know. He recalled how he had last seen Marcella. She had been angry at him and trying not to show it in front of the omega.No, he corrected himself. She had been betrayed. He knew it, he just didnât want to face it. She had hoped that the evening would be spent together, and maybe that they would go home together. She had hoped that there would be a reconciliation between them and that he would choose her over Jasper.She had felt betrayed when it had become evident that Reid had arranged to meet Jasper there, and that he had intended to leave with Jasper, and not Marcella. Her anger had been because of her pain. He had known it then, and chosen to pretend not to understand, even to himself.Marcella had died angry with Reid, andâĶâMarcella,â Reidâs voice was a croak.âMarcella,â Tamara corrected herself. âDuring the fight, Jay Turner stabbed her. She died before help reached her.âReid would n
JasperClaud and Brando growled through a spew of vitriol, raising the hair on the back of Jasperâs neck, whilst the elegant she-wolf who had admitted him put her arms around the other woman, whose distress had been forgotten by her husband in his outrage. Jasper kept his eyes on the two men, tensing ready to push Reid behind him if either male attacked.They were big, experienced alpha wolves, but Jasper was quicker, leaner, and fitter than them both. If they attacked him, he would lose, but he would do his best to protect Reid. He stroked his hand over the curve of Reidâs skull.His mate was, as Jasper had suspected he would be upon hearing of Marcellaâs death, distraught but, Reid pulled himself together as the two males rounded on them. âDad, stop!â He held out his hands, palm forwards. âI know this is a shock, butâĶââA shock?â Claud Morrison spat the words. âA shock? I can barely look at you for my disgust, Reid. You and heâĶâ He sputtered gesturing to Jasper. âDefiling each other
ReidThe apartment still smelled like Marcella, but the smell was stale, lingering from the night before rather than because she was within. The sophisticated Indian agarwood, Turkish rose, and sandalwood perfume combined with the smell of smoke and alcohol. Reid stood on the threshold, his breath caught in his lungs, his eyes searching the furniture for something that he knew was not there.Dust caught in the sunlight whirled in the air disrupted by the door opening, was the only movement inside.Jasper placed his hand between Reidâs shoulder blades, the warmth of his palm a comforting reassurance that gave Reid the courage to step inside. Reid crossed to the bedroom, easing open the door and looking within at the messy tumble of bedding, the closet that she had taken such a delight in, and the mirror where Marcella had forever been fixing her face.He moved the items on the dresser restlessly, shifting the compacts, the lipsticks, and the brushes.âIs thereâĶâ Jasper cleared his thro
JasperGregory Renmark was okay looking, Jasper decided as he followed Reid into a discrete booth at the bar of the hotel bar. Nothing compared to Jasperâs mate though, he added with a warm glow as he watched Reid order for them from the waitress who had shown them to the table. Both men, however, shared pale faces and reddened, swollen eyes.After the waitress left, Reid and Gregory stared at each other across the table. The beta was dressed in a business suit, but the top button of his shirt was undone and his tie was askew. His hair was a mess as if heâd dug his hands through it many times whilst waiting for them to arrive.âShe was a fucking bitch,â Gregory broke the silence, the words almost spat across the tabletop. âBut she deserved better than that,â was delivered softer.Reid swallowed hard, a muscle in the corner of his jaw twitching, but he held the betaâs gaze until Gregory looked away, establishing Reidâs dominance. âYeah, she could be a bitch,â he agreed steadily. âBut t
ReidâDo you trust him?â Jasper asked as they watched Gregory leave.Reid considered the question. The beta had abandoned the Morrisons for the Comptons and betrayed their shipping scheduleâĶ There was a lot not to trust about him. âNormally, about as far as I could throw him,â he admitted slowly. âBut with this? Yeah. I think he has nothing to gain and everything to lose. AndâĶâ He leaned slightly against his mate, feeling raw and exhausted. âI think he had a bit of a thing for Marcella and is upset in his way about what happened.âThe words brought back the ache of grief and anger. He threw back the last of his whiskey. âI am going to kill them both,â he decided grimly. âJay Turner and fucking Vincent.ââOkay,â Jasper said but covered Reidâs hand with his own. âBut you heard what Gregory said. Theyâve been planning this for possibly years and have been recruiting from both packs during that time. Theyâre not alone Reid, and you and IâĶâ He grimaced slightly. âWe are. So, we need to be
JasperReid lowered the phone to the mattress, his hand resting over it. His chin sank to his chest, and his body shook as he wept. Jasper could offer little comfort other than to keep holding onto his mate. It had been hard to face his father that morning, but for Reid to have lost his best friend and had to come out to his family and pack at the same timeâĶ Jasper was amazed by Reidâs strength of will, to keep going despite the terrible weight of grief that he was carrying.The plan to take out Jay Turner did concern him, he admitted to himself. In the past couple of weeks since heâd come of age, his life had changed so dramatically from studying art to understanding that illegal activities were the backbone of the pack, and now, to be personally involved in what would be, he knew, a murder. He felt under-prepared and ill-equipped for the situation and feared that his inexperience would endanger his mate.He only hoped that his father would come through for him and Reid.He was young
Jasper Jasper surfaced slowly. He could hear unfamiliar sounds, muffled voices in the distance, many different beeps and squeals, and the rattle of trolleys. Reid was snoring somewhere nearby, and that was reassurance that wherever Jasper was, he was with his mate. Hospital, he thought as he fought to open his eyes. He was in hospital. He could vaguely remember moments of consciousness, where nurses and doctors had spoken to him. He remembered Reid crying and holding his hand, and his mother, father, and CharlotteâĶ He managed to open his eyes. Yes, hospital, he agreed with himself. He turned his head and smiled as he saw that Reid slept on an armchair recliner next to him. A figure moved near the door and Jasper tensed as he looked over. A guard stood with his back to the room, adding sugar to a takeaway coffee cup. A werewolf, Jasper realized. He did not know if the man was Compton or Morrison, but his presence recalled to him talking to his father on the phone. His pack had come to
ReidReid barely looked up from Jasper as the medics carried him out to the street where the ambulance waited. He was aware of the house being filled with armed men from both packs searching through the possessions within the rooms, and, when they stepped out into the street, that the street was roped off, those civilian onlookers curious enough to brave being on the street in this neighbourhood pressing up against the ropes.He saw that the buildings to either side had also been invaded by the pack but had no chance to ask as Jasper was loaded onto the ambulance. Jasper took the spare chair and held onto Jasperâs hand as the ambulance sped off towards the hospital, sirens blaring and lights flashing.Jasperâs eyes fluttered, his mate surfacing from his faint.âItâs alright, Jasper,â Reid leaned forward so Jasper could see his face around the oxygen mask the medics had placed on him. âIâm here.âAt the hospital, however, they were separated, with Jasper wheeled off towards the operati
JasperThe dingy, disheveled little bedroom was empty, however, another door opened into an ensuite through which came the sound of running water, and whiffs of steam drifted out indicating that Jay had been in there for a while, possibly since they had seen him in the window.Reid crossed to the rumpled bed and searched through the clothing tossed carelessly there, shoving the guns and knives that he found there into the bag that he wore. He passed the bag to Jasper.Jasper looked from the bag to Reid. âJust shoot him, Reid,â he whispered as he realized that Reid intended to fight Jay hand-to-hand.Reid shook his head. âHeâs naked, unarmed, taken by surprise. That wouldnât beâĶâ He shrugged.âFair,â Jasper filled in for his mate, his stomach uneasy. âBut dangerous, Reid,â he protested.The water in the shower turned off interrupting Reidâs reply and they both turned towards the door. Through the opening, Jasper caught a glimpse of Jay as the other werewolf dried off, wrapping a towel
ReidThey took a taxi from the hotel. Jasper paid the taxi driver at the drop off whilst Reid swept his eyes along the street. It had been raining consistently through the afternoon, and the water puddled in drains clogged with filth, flooding out onto the road so that passing cars sprayed it up in vile showers. The street was a fucking eyesore of boarded up windows, graffiti and filth. Most of the streetlights were broken, creating shadows in which lower level dealers, prostitutes, and their clientele did business.As Jasper stepped back to join him, moving out of the way of the water that the taxiâs wheels kicked up onto the pavement, he followed Reidâs gaze. âDad deliberately has encouraged this are into decay,â he said in a low voice. âIt drives property values down, makes them cheaper to buy.ââAnd created the perfect place to hide a rogue pack,â Reid replied. âPeople come and go, and no one asks questions around here, or looks too closely at one another.ââYeah. The buildings ar
JasperReid lowered the phone to the mattress, his hand resting over it. His chin sank to his chest, and his body shook as he wept. Jasper could offer little comfort other than to keep holding onto his mate. It had been hard to face his father that morning, but for Reid to have lost his best friend and had to come out to his family and pack at the same timeâĶ Jasper was amazed by Reidâs strength of will, to keep going despite the terrible weight of grief that he was carrying.The plan to take out Jay Turner did concern him, he admitted to himself. In the past couple of weeks since heâd come of age, his life had changed so dramatically from studying art to understanding that illegal activities were the backbone of the pack, and now, to be personally involved in what would be, he knew, a murder. He felt under-prepared and ill-equipped for the situation and feared that his inexperience would endanger his mate.He only hoped that his father would come through for him and Reid.He was young
ReidâDo you trust him?â Jasper asked as they watched Gregory leave.Reid considered the question. The beta had abandoned the Morrisons for the Comptons and betrayed their shipping scheduleâĶ There was a lot not to trust about him. âNormally, about as far as I could throw him,â he admitted slowly. âBut with this? Yeah. I think he has nothing to gain and everything to lose. AndâĶâ He leaned slightly against his mate, feeling raw and exhausted. âI think he had a bit of a thing for Marcella and is upset in his way about what happened.âThe words brought back the ache of grief and anger. He threw back the last of his whiskey. âI am going to kill them both,â he decided grimly. âJay Turner and fucking Vincent.ââOkay,â Jasper said but covered Reidâs hand with his own. âBut you heard what Gregory said. Theyâve been planning this for possibly years and have been recruiting from both packs during that time. Theyâre not alone Reid, and you and IâĶâ He grimaced slightly. âWe are. So, we need to be
JasperGregory Renmark was okay looking, Jasper decided as he followed Reid into a discrete booth at the bar of the hotel bar. Nothing compared to Jasperâs mate though, he added with a warm glow as he watched Reid order for them from the waitress who had shown them to the table. Both men, however, shared pale faces and reddened, swollen eyes.After the waitress left, Reid and Gregory stared at each other across the table. The beta was dressed in a business suit, but the top button of his shirt was undone and his tie was askew. His hair was a mess as if heâd dug his hands through it many times whilst waiting for them to arrive.âShe was a fucking bitch,â Gregory broke the silence, the words almost spat across the tabletop. âBut she deserved better than that,â was delivered softer.Reid swallowed hard, a muscle in the corner of his jaw twitching, but he held the betaâs gaze until Gregory looked away, establishing Reidâs dominance. âYeah, she could be a bitch,â he agreed steadily. âBut t
ReidThe apartment still smelled like Marcella, but the smell was stale, lingering from the night before rather than because she was within. The sophisticated Indian agarwood, Turkish rose, and sandalwood perfume combined with the smell of smoke and alcohol. Reid stood on the threshold, his breath caught in his lungs, his eyes searching the furniture for something that he knew was not there.Dust caught in the sunlight whirled in the air disrupted by the door opening, was the only movement inside.Jasper placed his hand between Reidâs shoulder blades, the warmth of his palm a comforting reassurance that gave Reid the courage to step inside. Reid crossed to the bedroom, easing open the door and looking within at the messy tumble of bedding, the closet that she had taken such a delight in, and the mirror where Marcella had forever been fixing her face.He moved the items on the dresser restlessly, shifting the compacts, the lipsticks, and the brushes.âIs thereâĶâ Jasper cleared his thro
JasperClaud and Brando growled through a spew of vitriol, raising the hair on the back of Jasperâs neck, whilst the elegant she-wolf who had admitted him put her arms around the other woman, whose distress had been forgotten by her husband in his outrage. Jasper kept his eyes on the two men, tensing ready to push Reid behind him if either male attacked.They were big, experienced alpha wolves, but Jasper was quicker, leaner, and fitter than them both. If they attacked him, he would lose, but he would do his best to protect Reid. He stroked his hand over the curve of Reidâs skull.His mate was, as Jasper had suspected he would be upon hearing of Marcellaâs death, distraught but, Reid pulled himself together as the two males rounded on them. âDad, stop!â He held out his hands, palm forwards. âI know this is a shock, butâĶââA shock?â Claud Morrison spat the words. âA shock? I can barely look at you for my disgust, Reid. You and heâĶâ He sputtered gesturing to Jasper. âDefiling each other