Se connecterMalcom left the room feeling like shit.
Part of him wanted to go storming back in and punishing her for talking to him like that. He was her alpha, her mate, damnit! How dare she talk to him like he was nothing.
But the rational part realized that there was some truth to what she’d said.
The haircut had to happen, but the style had been something he and Myrna chose based on her face and bone structure.
The clothes we
Melissa wasn’t sure what was going on. And she wasn’t sure she was mad about it, either.This Callum guy was obviously crazy.And obviously hot.She supposed there were worse people to be kidnapped by.“Listen,” She tried to look and sound like she was in control; which was hard to do wrapped in a fuzzy white bathrobe while a ridiculously hot man was putting bunny slippers on her feet, “I know you have this whole ‘must feed Melissa’ thing going on right now, but honestly, I really just want to see Poppy.”Her voice cracked on the name of her best friend. Really her only friend.She and Poppy may have had different upbringings, but they both had learned how to survive on their own from a young age.They clicked in a way none of their other classmates could understand.And she just… really needed to know that Poppy was safe, healthy, happy.“Aye, lass.” Cal
Owen was a master of stealth. He’d served in the human military for nearly twenty years. It was hard keeping his Lycan heritage a secret; there were many times he had bribed his way past medical exams. There was no way he was going to let a human government use him as an experiment, nor use him as a way to hurt his kind.But he also felt deeply that protecting the world — human and Lycan — was important. Sometimes, the bad guys needed to be taken out. Sometimes that involved military operations. Sometimes, that involved stealth.He was good at both; though every time he was on a mission where he killed someone, a little bit of him died. Which was one main reason he retired. The other was so he could better support his pack. With his connections to the human military and his experiences, he was a key asset to the Gaelach Úr Clan.And today, his expertise was coming in handy.The Forest Run Clan was easy enough to spot; too easy. Th
Stephan wasn’t much for talking.Mostly because, a long time ago, his throat had been cut. It hadn’t killed him, but it had mangled his voice box. Even with his Lycan healing, his voice was a raspy whisper on a good day.The scar across his face was another evidence of the many fights he had been in and survived. It was rare for a Lycan to scar.There were few materials that combated their natural healing abilities. Silver being the most prominent one; aconite, or wolf’s bane, was another.It had been a silver knife that had scared his face.The owner of the knife didn’t survive the fight.Stephan had been able to grab it and plunge the knife into the other Lycan’s heart.As long as he remembered, he’d been a fighter.His father had been a rogue: kicked out of their Clan for murdering Stephan&rsq
Malcom wasn’t sure what was going through Poppy’s mind at that moment. She had been quiet ever since he’d exploded about Natalia planning to murder his mate. He shouldn’t be surprised by the audacity. But he was.Raphe was a phenomenal hacker.But even he was having a hard time finding a link between the unknown wolf fur found at the scene and the Reachers.Some had to have tampered with the evidence. Whomever it was had done an excellent job at covering their tracks.But the lack of DNA in the system that matched the fur was a key indicator that the system had been tampered with.And with Poppy’s statement, he had more reason than ever to suspect the Reachers. They would not leave this alone. He had a sinking feeling that they wouldn’t stop until either they, or he and Poppy, were dead.This was not a game he was going to lose, though.And t
Melissa was fit to be tied.The nerve of this man.“I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you.” She crossed her arms and glared at him. Who did he think he was, just because you kidnap a person did not mean that you had any right to make demands of them. Especially of that nature.“I ken.” He grinned at her. It was a wicked smile that did funny things to her lady bits.“Well then you ‘ken’ that the door is over there, thank you.” She waved in the general direction of the door.The irritating man just turned back to the water slowly filling the tub and tested the temperature before throwing something that looked like bath salts in. Soon the room was filled with a light scent of lavender, which did not pair well with the dead fish smell comin
“So…” Poppy paused and pondered what Malcom had told her. “I’m your Fated Mate?”“Yes.” Malcom was playing with a strand of her hair. Somehow, during his story, they had moved even closer together; it’s like they couldn’t stay far away from each other for long. And he seemed to have a need to always be touching her.“But what about that Natalia person?” Poppy tried to remember all that had gone down the night of Malcom’s party, “She seemed pretty convinced that you two were a thing. If I’m your Fated Mate, why would she think that? Were you two together and then like… not?”Malcom huffed, but it didn’t hold any humor. “No, it’s… complicated. And something that I need to talk to you about…”Poppy listened with growing unease as Malcom related the events leading up to his party. A nagging voice in her head said that t
Melissa’s head was pounding when she finally started to wake up. For a moment, she had no idea what had happened and she wondered if she had fallen asleep at one of her jobs.And then it came crashing back. She had been about to call the police. Her apartment had been b
Malcom paced his office nervously. He had considered having dinner with Poppy in the dining room, but somehow that seemed ostentatious.Someday, maybe, they would host parties, have a large family (he certainly hoped she wanted lots of cubs)
Poppy didn’t know how many different outfits she tried on. Some were extremely frilly, some scandalously short. There was far more lace than she had ever dealt with in her life.Not to mention the various types of lingerie from the stuff that covered nothing to tasteful, but sexy.
Melissa’s hand shook as she tried to insert her key into her door. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept or really eaten much or had anything besides the stale coffee at her job with the campus news paper.Marketing was her major, so she mostly foc







