Brooklyn.“Come on, Mike Ross.” I jab him in the waist just as the waiter drops my ice cream before me. “Thank you,” I say to her, immediately taking a bite soon after. “Where's that perilous friend of mine?”“Well, he went away after the last attack.” I roll my eyes. Mike leans in, “seriously, B. You didn't see what I saw. You haven't seen what I've seen.”I scoff, “let's not forget who had to kill three people to survive. Have you been kidnapped, Mike?” I fold my arms and give him a straight face.He swipes his hair from his face. He seriously needs a haircut. “ Damn, Brooklyn. Don't do that.”“You're the one who wants to compare what we have seen and haven't seen here, not me.” I take another bite, savoring the sweetness of the chocolate as it melts on my tongue.People are still hiding away in their homes, but at least, it's better now. And if I'm honest, I've missed when there are barely people around where I went. Not that I liked what led to that though.“It's dangerous out the
Landon.“Sirens, really??” I fork my hands in my hair, lingering there for a moment before taking it out with a puff of air. Rolling back my shoulders, I try to ease off the tension but I doubt I'll be able to fully relax until I'm certain I've eradicated all threats pointed at my mate.Speaking of, I hope she remembers the code to get herself out of there. Apparently, it's the sirens singing, washing the rogues into attacking us. It's freaking obvious when they won't stop attacking after over fifty of them died. Luckily, we managed to kill them all with little casualties on our side.It just proves how dangerous it is they are and will be to get whatever it is they want. And I have a nagging feeling at the back of my head that this isn't what they planned. This is just a distraction, but the picture is so dang black that I don't know what puzzle to fit in. Hell, even the dots to be connected aren't here in the first place.Logan sighs, hands tucked in his slacks' pockets, a far away
Brooklyn.My hands inch closer to him, but he sidesteps me. Groaning, I let them fall to my side. “I said I'm sorry, Lan.”His eyes narrow into slits. “Yeah, I heard you for the first time.” And without waiting for me, he turns around and begins the shirt walk to the pack house.“Listen to me.” His footsteps are fast, but I manage to gain in on him. I begin to walk backwards, “I got carried away. I was trying to blow off some steam at the gym when I ran into a pack member. And we played with knives.”He freezes, his gaze coming to mine. Then he repeats what I said slowly. “Played with knives?”I wince. Maybe I should have worded that a little better, “he challenged me into a knife fight.” “Did you at least win?”I shake my head. Losses have never been something I chest lightly. I hate losing and the look on Viktor's face when he manages to duck every one of my knife throws boils my inside hot. Gosh, that cocky bastard.“So, not only did you not win, you stood me up for a losing battl
Brooklyn.“Have I told you how amazing you are?” Landon's gaze sweeps to me, awe dropping from his eyes like honey.I grin, my head falling back to look at him. “Have you?”“Fuck, you're amazing,” he swipes, hand going over my neck to pull me close. His lips lock on mine next and for the next minute, that's all I can see, hear, and feel. His lips on mine. “You are amazing.” He says over my lips.“So you mentioned.” My eyes remain on it seeing as all I can think about is getting attached to those delicious lips. I watch his lips push upward into a smile, showing all his fine detention. “You're beautiful,” I blurt out breathlessly.Landon laughs. The sound sends my internal organs starshooting. He pecks me, “no baby, you are beautiful. Do you know what you've just done?”I blink, stepping out of his hold and let physical gravity claim me again. What on moon goddess' name spell did I just get into?? “Yup. I woke up my Beta.”He rolls his eyes skyward, hands reaching out for me again and
Brooklyn.My quest for a solution has been nothing but wall these days.Yes. That's all I've been hitting. Walls. And the urge to just fling everything away and give it up is tempting. Very tempting. However, Logan and Lance's face without Billie in it pops into my head and I decide against it.Billie wanted a child. She strived hard for it and when I helped her achieve her goal, she was in euphoria right until she was forced to get the baby out of her.And now, she is missing out on important phases of her son just because a rogue stole that away from her.It's unfair. I hate it. And I want to change it. And I must change it. Probability is a topic I hate in math, especially when the chances of winning are not always in my favor.That's why I'm here. In my painting room after a week of being away. Finally giving into the urge to paint. And I need to calm down before I snap something.“Baby?”Or someone.Landon sure doesn't get the hint as he pushes against the door of my painting roo
Brooklyn.Icelandizing only for a moment, I continue to skim my fingers on the books enclosed on the shelves, in search of what I want.I know that voice from anywhere. The cold, bored voice happened to occupy my thoughts for about three days before I successfully kicked him out and played off the concerns.I mean, that's the only reasonable conclusion that I can come up with. It's my paranoia speaking.Swallowing a sigh at the fact that I can do my searching in solitude, I answer, “tell me about it.”I see him step closer from my peripheral view and I push out my lips to the side. Do I have to ask someone to run my library errands for me now?“What are you searching for?” He asks, glancing down at me before returning his gaze to the books in the medical section part of the library. “You're a doctor? I caught you reading a book on lycanthropy medics last time I saw you here.”The sound of being a doctor sounds appealing. “No. I just like to read about it.” My response comes out snark