Marcus POV
I should be relieved that my first day on the job involves a call out, something to distract me from the callosal cock up I made the other night. I still can't decide whether my mistake was almost bedding the Alpha's daughter in the territory where my new job is, or not bringing her home with me as I had planned from the very first second that I saw her. She captivated me like no woman ever has. Leila is different. Hot, yes, but funny too. Sassy, with a wicked smile, and a playful personality.
When I took her out for that slow dance and she wrapped her slender arms around me, resting her head against my chest, I felt protectiveness rush through me. My bear was demanding we go home and make her ours right then, and maybe I should have listened to him because everything went to shit after that. Damn it, why am I even torturing myself by thinking about her again. But I can’t stop. She’s all I can think about.
Her dad being Alpha Jones shouldn't matter. She's a grown woman and all alpha. She can do what she wants. It does matter though, because if he found out, he has enough clout to get me sacked before I’ve even gotten my feet under the desk. There would be no dating his daughter if I’m driven out of town by the local pack. I didn’t want things to be awkward for her if that happens. But things are still going to be awkward, except now it'll be because I was an ass who didn’t explain myself properly, and she hates me. I should never have let her walk out of that bar.
Fuck I'm an idiot.
Maybe it's for the best though, because Leila is the kind of woman that anyone with half a brain would turn their life upside down for, and she deserves the best. Far better than some small-town sheriff who'd never fit in with her fancy lifestyle. An alpha female like that is probably destined to be mated to some hotshot with a pack, entertaining and wining and dining her in a way that I can. Staying away from her to avoid temptation is probably the best course of action, no matter how much I hate the idea.
I pull up at the side of the road and see where the motorbike slid across the road before wedging itself underneath a pickup heading the other direction. Thankfully the driver of the bike was thrown clear rather than being crushed underneath it. The flashing red and blue lights of the ambulance are reflected in the thin layer of water covering the tarmac and on the shiny chrome of the motorbike. The road is slick after a heavy downpour, which provided enough surface water that any sensible rider would have left the bike at home this evening.
The tow truck operator works on trying to separate the two vehicles while I head for the back of the ambulance, hoping that the unlucky rider wasn't too badly hurt. My heavy boots thud against the step as I haul myself out of the rain and into the back before I look up and find myself looking into the very same eyes that tortured me the last couple of nights.
"You," I say bluntly, stunned by her being right in front of me when I was just thinking about her, and immediately want to slap a palm to my forehead for being such a dick. I'm just unprepared for seeing her again so soon, but it sounded like an accusation the way it came out. Her eyes narrow at me, and I see the same glint of fire in them that I saw last night. She's dressed casually, in black jeans and boots, a white t-shirt, with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, but she has a black leather bag open beside her and a stethoscope strung around her neck. She’s even more beautiful than I remember. And she’s working, which means this type of encounter could happen regularly. My bear is ecstatic but if I’m trying to stay away from her, this is the last thing I need.
"Yes, me," she says coolly as she returns her attention to the young man in leathers, lying on the gurney in front of her. The fact that he was wearing proper gear appears to have saved him from worse injuries. I can't smell much blood and he's a shifter, his enhanced healing powers will have him back in perfect shape in no time at all.
"Doctor Jones?" He asks seriously, looking up at her like a little puppy dog, all wide-eyed and innocent, but I’m not buying it. "I'm a bit worried." He's probably mid-twenties, a wolf, in good physical shape, and not badly hurt. I'm not sure what he thinks he has to worry about, other than the cost of fixing up his bike.
"Oh no, are you ok? Have you pain in your abdomen?" Leila frowns and lifts his shirt to examine his torso, pressing his abdomen, obviously worried he may have internal injuries that need to be looked at urgently. I swear to God he tenses his abs to show off his six-pack as she touches him and I fight the urge to punch him in his stupid, handsome face.
"I have a pain here," he gestures to his breastbone and Leila places her stethoscope to his chest, "because I'm worried if I tell you I'm fine, I won't get to see you again." A shy smile creeps across his face as he delivers his best line and Leila laughs softly and swats him gently on the arm. He flexes his pecs for good measure, and she rolls her eyes before lowering his t-shirt to cover his wash-board stomach. I can't help the loud groan that escapes me, and she shoots me a look.
"I can already tell you're going to be just fine." She says kindly and winks. Watching their banter makes my blood boil and I can hear my pulse roaring in my ears. Does she have to deal with that rubbish while she’s working all of the time?
"For fucks sake," I growl and stomp back out of the ambulance, preferring to stand in the lashing rain than listen to that punk trying to put the moves on Leila for another second.
"Is there a problem Sheriff?" Leila asks, as she follows me out, finished with her examination and happy for the ambulance to take him away. I grit my teeth at her refusal to use my name. I loved how it had rolled off her tongue every time she teased me, it had felt so intimate, so right. This just felt all wrong.
"No," I bark out, much too quickly to be convincing. She pauses for a second to look at me, seemingly not bothered by the fact that rain is running down her face and plastering her now-soaked shirt to her tight little body. She scoffs, clearly disappointed by my unwillingness to admit that there was a problem, a big problem, with someone hitting on the person who, in an ideal world, should be my woman.
God, she looks good. But there’s a sadness in her eyes that her smile isn’t hiding. She can’t look this miserable just because of me, can she? It kills me to know that I have hurt her.
"Fine, be that way. I have enough shit to deal with at the moment, I can’t do this," she says seriously, as she opens the door to her car and climbs behind the wheel, before following the flashing blue and red lights into the distance.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Her answer made me pause, what else was going on? I want to know her, I want to know about her life, if something is going on that’s causing her pain, I want to fix it. I want to be there for her. It’s complicated, and for a simple bear like me, this is hell.
Marcus POVThe smell of antiseptic and blood assaults my senses as soon as I enter the small single-story hospital located just outside Grey Ridge. The truck driver from a crash I was at yesterday was kept overnight for observation after getting a nasty bang on the head, so this is my first chance to interview him about what happened. I walk up to the nurse’s station to sign in, showing my credentials and getting an update on how he is before I make my way to his room. They took blood samples when he arrived, and my bet is that he was full as a tick with alcohol when he got behind the wheel. If that was the case, I was going to take great pleasure in throwing the book at him, there was little I hated more t
Leila POVOh god, why did I agree to this?I know exactly why I agreed to it, because the second he touched me, any willpower I had about staying away from him for my own sanity crumbled. My wolf was thrilled, all perky for the first time in a fortnight, just happy to get to spend some time in his presence and listening to his deep voice. Nervousness creeps in at the edges of my mind and I’m struggling to stay calm. Maybe he’s worked out that he’s my mate and he’s going to reject me. I’ve sworn not to tell my family about meeting my
Marcus POVSince the day Leila and I had our little walk and talk at the hospital, I’ve felt like a new man. The idea that she thought badly of me had been weighing heavily on my mind. Normally, I didn’t care whether people liked me or not, but Leila was different. I am finally able to get some sleep now that we have everything sorted out. Even though being her friend isn’t even close to what I want, it will have to do. I’ve bumped into her in town a couple of times, and again at the hospital. If it’s possible, she looks even better every time I see her. And every time we speak, I’m reminded of how clever and funny she is. My bear is even more enamored with her, and he’s
Leila POV All the kids from the pack are gathered out in the backyard, sitting in a semi-circle on the lush green grass, staring up at the big hulking man perched on a stool in front of them. I can tell he’s uncomfortable, and his gaze flits up and around the adults sitting at the edges, watching. My eyes drift around my pack members, and my hackles go up when I see three women, who I know don’t have any kids, giggling as they check out my mate. His thick beard and dark hair are longer now, and it suits him. He rests his elbows on his thighs as he leans forward to speak to the children, who are hanging onto his every word. His forearms are bare, and I can see his taut muscles flexing under his tanned ski
One year later Marcus POV The glimmering light flashing between the tree trunks tells me I have a visitor long before I hear the rumble of the engine. The familiar red pickup creeps up the long driveway to my cabin and music blares from inside even though it’s well past midnight. “You’re trespassing,” I call out as the driver’s door swings open and the tall wolf steps out. Ethan leans one arm on the roof of his truck and raises an eyebrow at me. “Good to see you too, neighbor,” he laughs, completely unfazed by my surly mood. I growl quietly and fix him with my most unwelcoming stare, hoping he’ll get the message and just leave. “You’re not my neighbor and I saw you in Taaffe’s a couple of hours ago. Whatever it is, it can wait till the morning.” I make no move to stand as he climbs my porch stairs and eyes the chair beside me pointedly, his way currently blocked by my feet perched on the porch railing. He smirks and raises a six-pack of beer at me as a peace offering. I would lik
Leila POV The packhouse is normally a hive of activity, but today it is eerily quiet. As well as my entire family, there are anywhere between 30 to 40 wolves living there at any one time. Instead of just the Alpha’s family living there as if the norm in a lot of packs, my parents dedicated the first floor to single bedrooms for the unmated members of our pack to live in, if they want. Wolves are social animals, so we want to live in close proximity to others. The fact that our pack’s principal businesses are construction and hospitality has allowed us to pass the arrangement off to the local human population as accommodation for seasonal workers, or construction crews working away from home on projects. I creep downstairs from my apartment on the top floor and into the kitchen, raiding the fridge for leftover dessert, before heading into the communal living area. Still nobody. It doesn’t make any sense, but I’m not complaining. I fling myself onto the large sectional sofa, snag the r
Marcus POVI am out at the scene of a car crash when I get a call from old Jack Miller, Grey Ridge's oldest resident, and the friendly local neighborhood watch.As soon as he tells me he's heard a commotion near Hayley's house, I realize that her ex has come for her.When he mentions a gunshot, my blood runs cold. Hayley came to me when she first arrived in town, telling me the story of her abusive ex-boyfriend who had been stalking her and her family since she left him. She is lying low and trying to rebuild her life but feels that inevitably, he will find her. She needed someone in her corner who would take her seriously if and when that happened.He sounded like a nasty piece of work and my protective bear immediately took her under our wing. She didn't have anyone to look after her until she found Cooper, that is.Cooper and his brothers will do everything they can to get to her before something bad happens.I tear down the road,
Marcus POVI pick her up easily, and she automatically wraps her legs around my waist, fitting her slim body against mine perfectly. Her core is pressed up against the raging hard-on I've been trying to ignore since we got into the truck feels insanely good, and she must agree because she rocks her hips slowly against me, enjoying the pressure and the friction. I sit her on the tailgate and press my cock hard against her, and she gasps, the sexiest little noise right into my ear, sending shivers of delight down my spine."Jesus Christ Leila."I squeeze her breast gently through her black top, rubbing my thumb over her nipple before pinching it lightly. They're the perfect size, filling my large hands as if made for my touch. She arches into me, silently begging for more as our tongues tangle and her grip on my hair tightens, sending tingles dancing across my scalp. I haul her forward so that her feet hit the floor without breaking our kiss. I flick open the butt