~Gemma~
I doodled on the mostly blank sheet of paper.
A sunflower here, a brilliant sun there. Oh! I needed more milk. M-I-L-K. I jotted the word down. Cripes! How long was this meeting going to drag on anyway? I had things to do, important things. My stomach rumbled, accusing me of neglect. Yup. I forgot to feed myself before the never ending meeting. The horrible rumors were true. Coffee alone couldn’t sustain life. I took a deep breath. Surely, it wasn’t normal for a nearly nineteen year old girl to feel more like forty.
“Gemma, are you taking notes?” Alpha Devlin’s voice rudely cut through my musings. When I ignored his question, he growled for my benefit. As Alpha of the Midnight Sky Pack, he did his best to act menacing. He suffered from the misconception that the little human, me, trembled at the sound of growling. And tremble I did, just not with fear. Girls, don’t kid yourself. A growling werewolf was freaking hot in the right situation.
Not that I would confess such a thing to my blockhead of a boss. The position I held within my pack came with little perks and zero glory. I was their whack-job of a human witch. Lucky them. When Alpha Devlin growled a second time, I straightened my slumped form. Clearly, this was not one of those sexy times.
“Of course I’m taking notes, Alpha Devlin.”
“I see. Do you care to share?”
Perfect. He did not believe me and the mistrust grated. I glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention to our mini melodrama. Nine werewolves crammed into the small conference room. They were all in their human form. Otherwise, it would have been plain ridiculous. I sat in the chair nearest the door. I would need a quick escape on the off chance anyone turned furry. And thanks to a specific jerk, I just became the center of attention.
“Gemma?” My gorgeous but troubled alpha continued to poke at me.
Fuck it. I smiled and held up the notepad for everyone. “I drew a lovely flower, with meticulous attention to detail I might add. And note the sun in the upper-right hand corner. Sunshine makes me happy. Down here,” I tapped the paper, “this is very important. I must remember to pick up milk on my way home.”
The pencil between Alpha Devlin’s fingers snapped. “Are you not lactose intolerant?”
I rolled my eyes. Of all the things to remember about me, my dairy issues stuck with him. Not my birthday or favorite band. “The milk is for Fat Kitty. He handles lactose like a pro.” Beta Lenny from the visiting pack winked at me. I winked back in hopes of further irritating Alpha Devlin. What could I say? I enjoyed cheap thrills.
“Any specific comments regarding this meeting?” Devlin remained unperturbed.
Would he get off my case? “The meeting is going very well if not a tad long.” I inclined my head in the direction of the visiting alpha not responsible for turning my personal life into a sort of hell.
Alpha Devlin let out a long-suffering sigh. “Should we align our pack with theirs as they request?”
My fingers drummed an intricate rhythm on the table as I concentrated on the subject at hand. Hmm. Alpha Camden stared at me with obvious disdain. What an ass. Screw shapeshifters and their superiority complexes. Speaking of ass, time to knock him on his.
“They are giving you half-truths. Honestly, I don’t see the benefit of an alliance. They fear their enemy. Aligning with them will bring their war to our doorstep.” I focused on the brick wall behind the alpha couple.
“Okay. Now here is an interesting tidbit. They wish you to choose a luna from their ranks to bind our packs.” I turned to look at Alpha Devlin. “Not a bad idea. You seek a luna.” At almost twenty-two, he was turning into an old maid. No joke. The entire pack placed bets on him ever finding his mate.
Having a luna should redirect his unwanted attention away from me. Let him rule her life with an iron fist. Then maybe he would leave me the hell alone. A girl could hope.
Ugh. Alpha Camden’s luna had a colorful imagination. Her name was Bitch, a real nasty piece of work. She mentally projected her hate for me in a vulgar and unprofessional manner.
“Girlfriend, turn the volume down a notch. I hear you loud and clear. Are you a Taylor Swift fan? We both agree you need to calm down.” I spoke with a lot of hand movement so the luna would get the picture.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” She shrugged, smiling at me.
At least, I thought it was meant to be a smile. The luna was in her late twenties and already frown lines tugged at her face. Gravity was a cruel friend. Nope. I would not feel sorry for her. I tapped my head. “I think you do, Luna. And I assure you. I do not care to hear or see more about the unspeakable things you and that omega wolf did with a certain tub of margarine last night.” I shuddered. “I struggle with sleep issues. I don’t need those scenes on replay when I’m in bed waiting for sweet oblivion to strike.”
“Sadie, what the fuck is she talking about?” Alpha Camden whispered too loudly to hide. Everyone in the room heard. No radar hearing required.
“Bitch!” She stood so fast her chair clattered to the ground. Sharp claws sprang from her fingertips. Great. We had a drama queen in the group.
“Funny. Isn’t that your name?” I pointed at her. Nobody liked to be pointed at. Judging from her snarl, I guessed my polite tone and friendly demeanor went unappreciated as well. I leaned forward, staring her down. Shapeshifters hated staring contests. It riled them up for some reason.
“Gemma.” Alpha Devlin warned.
“She walked into this room with plans to harm me.” I shot Devlin a ‘shut up and listen’ glare. “They think my death will bring the Midnight Sky Pack to its knees. Listen, sweetie. Even without me, my pack will claw yours to shreds.”
The meeting quickly turned into a pissing match. I had that effect on all things furry. Lucky me. My pack bristled in response to my rising anger. Their eyes turned amber, a prelude to transformation. Camden’s pack rose to their feet. I could feel their waves of agitation prickling me like stinging wasps.
Alpha Devlin climbed to his feet with a calculated casualness. His muscles rippled deliciously underneath the black t-shirt clinging to him like a second skin. I forgot to breathe as he stood behind my chair. He pulled my hair with gentle tugs until I stared up at him.
He made a production of leaning down to kiss me. I swallowed my protest over his offense, even when he deepened the kiss. My lips parted under his demand, his tongue forcing entrance to possess my mouth.
Oh, right. His actions had everything to do with ownership and nothing to do with affection. He reminded the other pack I was his property. I belonged to him and him alone. That’s all folks. Try convincing my foolish heart of those cold, hard facts. Just when I would have done something idiotic like respond to the kiss, he pulled away. Nope. Kissing was not a perk of the job. I considered it a workplace hazard or tragedy, if you will.
“Threatening to harm any member of my pack is a death sentence. To be clear, I have no tolerance or sense of humor when it comes to Gemma’s safety.” Alpha Devlin spoke in a calm tone. He might have been commenting on the weather.
Alpha Camden’s illusion of cool shattered when his body trembled. “She lies! The human filth is trying to stir up trouble between our packs. Humans cannot be trusted!”
“My human is to be trusted.” Alpha Devlin wrapped my long hair around his fist a little too tight for my taste. He kissed my exposed neck, the warmth of his tongue licking my skin. “Mine.” He looked at Camden, inviting him to make a move.
It was getting kinkier by the minute. Yet, I felt the venue was all wrong for the cutesy foreplay. I squeezed my legs together, hoping nobody smelled my arousal with their freaky snouts.
Luna Sadie sneered at us as she watched our exchange. Excuse me. As she watched Alpha Devlin’s display. Her intentions were vivid in her mind. She longed to peel the flesh from my body. She wanted to bathe in my blood. Unstable much? I blew her a kiss.
“Human trash! I’ll kill you!” She dove at me.
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~Gemma~ I wasn’t overly alarmed. Shapeshifters had a flair for dramatics. “Sadie! No!” Alpha Camden yelled. She sprawled halfway across the conference table before he seized her around the waist. He bound her arms behind her back with one hand. She flopped around on the table with all the grace of a beached mermaid. “Stop! This is very unladylike!” I was embarrassed for her. She screamed at me like a rabid hyena. Not that I blamed her. I’d also be mortified by the lack of effort required to subdue me. I thought lunas were supposed to be hot shit. I shook my head. Luna Sadie broke free and grabbed a handful of my blouse. I yelped. So what if the luna with anger issues startled me? It happened to the best of us. My nails slashed across her face in reaction. Her shrieks swallowed the silence as her skin ripped in jagged tears. “Silver-infused nail polish, a human girl’s best friend.” I wiggled my nails as I reached for her again. Alpha Devlin wrapped his arms around me and hauled me
~Gemma~ “Well?” Alpha Devlin arched one eyebrow, impatient for my reveal. While all alphas were pushy and demanding, his affliction had to be on the extreme side. My eyes snapped open. “Well what?” “Goddess, please tell me there is something in me worth saving!” Alpha Camden groveled on his knees where he belonged. The Moon Goddess enjoyed the taste of his despair. Everyone thought the goddess must be a kind and loving entity. I knew better. In my experience, she was temperamental and egotistical as well as benevolent. In other words, the goddess’ personality was complicated. Go figure. “Not in you. In her.” I spoke in annoyance. “Sadie will carry the mate to Alpha Devlin’s son. Through our young, our packs will flourish.” The words flew out of my mouth uncensored. I blinked. Time slowed to a standstill as I witnessed glimpses into a future I did not want. I held a little boy of around three years old. He was more beautiful than I could ever imagine with a head full of dark curls
~Gemma~ Tyson patiently waited for my rant to conclude. “He is so arrogant. I mean, sure, he works under immense pressure every day. Stress doesn’t give anybody permission to be a dick. Am I right?” I hoped Tyson felt the weight of my displeasure. I deemed him guilty by association and let my wrath fall freely upon him. “I assume we are eventually going to address my issues.” He glanced at his watch with a serene expression. “You have blown twenty minutes talking about your problems.” “Somebody should to listen to my complaints and he is your brother!” “Turn the drama down a notch, love. Put away the claws.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Please accept the fact he will never allow you to escape his control.” “Claws out. Balls out.” My favorite expression lacked any conviction as I blinked away tears. “Why can’t he take a second to consider my wishes for once? The office is perfect, in the heart of downtown next to my favorite coffee
~Gemma~ “Yes. She will come home.” I squeezed Tyson’s shoulder. “Are you sure? Have you seen it?” I rubbed my eyes tiredly. “I do not need a vision to see the outcome.” “If I were waiting for you, would you come home?” He looked insecure as he waited for my reply. I wanted to comfort him. Underneath their rugged surface, most hardcore werewolves were mushy, sentimental fools. “No way!” I patted his cheek. “There are reasons I prefer cats. Dogs require too much upkeep, all the fur and slobber. Yuck.” Tyson scowled. “I hate cats. Why are you hanging out with lupines if felines are your thing?” “Good question. I wonder if the local panther pride needs a psychic.” I pretended to jot on my notepad. “I’ll check into it, maybe request a transfer.” Alpha Devlin grumbled from my desk. No. I did not find it amusing. How dare he steal my court and cast judgments on me from my throne? “Quiet, please! I cannot concentrate wi
~Gemma~ I frowned at him from across our booth. How did I end up in this situation? Right. Alpha Devlin commanded me. And when that failed, he bullied me. It paid to have strength and size on your side. My small stature let me down once again. Alpha Devlin, the lout, had a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes to match the aggravating smirk on his lips. My fingers twitched as I fantasized about grabbing a salad fork and stabbing the offending orbs out of his face. No. That did not make me sadistic, vengeful maybe but definitely not sadistic. One transformation to his wolf form and everything would magically heal. Oh, everything except for his disturbing behaviors. No helping that. “Is there something specific you wished to discuss?” After two glasses of wine, my spine still felt about as firm as Jello. “No more sleepovers with Tyson. I mean it.” I smiled, a glimmer of hope sparking in my soul. “Is that all? Easy. Done. We could have had this chat in my office.” “I also want to discus
~Alpha Devlin~ From across the booth, Gemma frowned at me. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. She never made it easy for me. I shook off my feelings of inadequacy. I was her alpha and in control of the situation. I grinned at her. Her glare narrowed on me. “Is there something specific you wished to discuss?” I ignored the way she clung to her wine glass as if it embodied her sanity. “No more sleepovers with Tyson. I mean it.” It was a demand, actually. I resented the bond she shared with my younger brother. Sure. It may have been jealousy over her spending time freely with him while avoiding me at every turn. Her smile devastated me. I felt the unrelenting tug of my soul seeking hers. It tore me up inside that she never seemed affected by the bond I knew to be there. I took a swig of my whiskey. It was nearly impossible for werewolves to get drunk. No. It didn’t stop us from trying. I enjoyed the burn of the alcohol in my gut replacing other sensations. “Is that all? Easy. D
~Gemma~ I nursed my third girly alcoholic drink chasing that sweet, magical release from reality. My seat at the small table was wedged between two she-wolves, Sammie and Megan. Werewolves ran hot and I felt the heat from their bodies increase in tempo with their excitement. Yuck! "Why didn't we invite Twyla!" Macy asked in her sickly sweet tone. WTF? I was about to make some unladylike comment when I opened my mouth and nearly swallowed a feather. “Sammie! Stop swatting me in the face with your boa!” I spat out the fake feather. “Sorry, girl!” Sammie laughed, sloshing me with her drink in the process. I sighed. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed a good strip show. I enjoyed it a bit less on a freaking Wednesday night. Stupid ladies’ night. I had to be up at 6 a.m. in the morning to tackle my day. Damn Alpha Devlin! I blamed him for my current predicament. If not for the emotional stress he inflicted on me, Fat Kitty and I would be snuggling and watching something silly on hulu. Six o
~Sammie~ I hated Fanged, dumb vampire strip club. Although I adored Gemma, I resented being tasked with playing witch sitter. Again. Alpha Devlin ordered me to keep an eye on her. Specifically, I was not to let her out of my sight. I didn’t care if we’ve all been friends since childhood. Their twisted relationship had the whole pack on edge. He was with Twyla and others from time to time. Gemma tried her damnedest to find love with anyone else but him. Yet we all knew they still longed for each other. Stubborn jerks. I sighed and sipped on some disgusting blue concoction of mostly sugar with a touch of liquor. Werewolves couldn’t really get drunk. But hell if I didn’t try! “Sammie! Stop swatting me in the face with your boa!” Gemma grumbled. “Sorry, girl!” I laughed, accidentally sloshing her with my liquor sugar. Truth be told, I was b-o-r-e-d out of my damn mind. Gemma had a grimace on her face. She seemed to be enjoying herself just as much. Why were we in this predicament anywa