Jade
I stared up at the hulky man looming over me. Conan was a mountain of muscle and authority, his tall frame casting me in shadow. Golden eyes glinted from behind a black leather mask covering the lower half of his rugged face. Those piercing eyes were fixed on me now, hard and assessing.I suppressed a shudder under that intense gaze. Of all the easygoing wolves in Alpha Bradley's pack, only Conan seemed to exude true menace. He was the enforcer, swift and merciless to any threat. Every instinct warned me to avoid him at all costs. Yet here I was, trapped and exposed."Well?" Conan's voice rumbled deep in his chest. "Explain yourself."I scrambled desperately for some excuse, some logical reason for the suspicious messages he glimpsed on my phone screen. But under pressure, nothing remotely convincing came to mind.After a tense silence, Conan crossed his massive arms. "Since you seem unwilling to explain, I have no choice but to report this to Alpha Bradley." He turned sharply, long strides carrying him swiftly toward the ornate pack house.Panic lanced through me. No! If Conan told the Alpha about me on day one, my entire mission here would be ruined before it even began."Wait!" I blurted out. But Conan's pace didn't slow, his muscular form rapidly disappearing from view.In desperation I lunged forward, managing to grab hold of his arm. "Please, hear me out!"Immediately I realized my mistake. With lightning speed Conan spun around, effortlessly breaking my grip. Before I could react he seized my wrist in an iron fist."Ah!" I cried out at the painful pressure."Do not attempt to stop me, little spy," Conan growled. Ignoring my protests he proceeded to drag me forcibly up the front steps of the pack house.I struggled in vain against his superior strength. "Let me explain!" I begged as I stumbled along. But Conan was immovable as stone.Think, Jade! I berated myself. Pleading clearly wasn't working. I had to stop him another way before he ruined everything.As we reached the grand double doors, I abruptly collapsed my full weight onto the ground. My dead stop finally forced Conan to halt."Owww!" I cried out loudly, clutching my ankle. "You've sprained it, you brute!"In truth my ankle was fine, but faking injury seemed my only chance at escape. I blinked back fake tears, glaring accusingly at the tall beta.Conan stared down at me, uncertainty flickering across his stoic features. His aggressive stance softened somewhat at my show of pain. After a moment's hesitation, he released my wrist and crouched down."Let me take a look," he rumbled in a gentler tone, reaching for my ankle.I jerked away sharply. "Don't touch me! Haven't you done enough damage?"Conan drew back, looking genuinely regretful. I sensed his protective instincts rising to the surface. If I played the victim convincingly enough, perhaps I could still turn this around."Please, just let me go home. I need to tend to my injury," I pleaded, letting real tears spill down my cheeks for effect.But Conan slowly shook his head. "As beta, it is my duty to care for injured pack members. I will bring you to my home where I can properly treat your ankle."Before I could argue, Conan scooped me up effortlessly in his muscular arms. I had to bite back an indignant yelp at being manhandled yet again."Very well," I conceded through gritted teeth, "but please be gentle." I decided compliance was my best option for now.Conan carried me swiftly through the lamp-lit streets. I kept my face hidden against his broad chest, praying no one witnessed the humiliating sight of me being carted around like a helpless damsel. Fortunately the roads were empty at this late hour.Soon we arrived at a modern condo on the edge of the pack lands. Conan typed in a security code and the front door swung open. He deposited me carefully on a sleek leather couch inside. I took in the elegant, open space and expensive furnishings with surprise."Let me grab some medical supplies." Conan disappeared down a hallway, leaving me a moment to assess my situation.Okay, I was in his private residence now. If I could just convince Conan my ankle was fine, perhaps I could sneak away once his guard was down.But the beta returned swiftly with an array of first aid materials. Kneeling before me, Conan examined my ankle with unexpected care. I maintained what I hoped was a convincing expression of pain."Just a mild sprain, it seems," he murmured after a moment. Taking a tensor bandage, Conan began wrapping my ankle with practiced efficiency. His large hands were surprisingly gentle."There. How does that feel?" He asked once finished.I cautiously rotated my foot as if testing it. "Much better, thank you." I offered him a tentative smile. "That was very kind of you, especially after I accused you so harshly. You have a lovely home."Some tension left Conan's shoulders at my conciliatory words. Perhaps he could still be reasoned with. "I find the open design peaceful," he remarked."Oh yes, so elegant and refined!" I gushed enthusiastically. As Conan gave me a tour of the modern living spaces, I kept up a stream of praise, hoping to relax his suspicions.But as we circled back to the front room, his expression grew serious once more. "That's enough stalling. Tell me who you really are and why you're here."I tensed, mind racing. I was out of diversions and excuses. Those penetrating golden eyes bored into me, waiting. I had to give him something to earn his trust and silence. But how much truth could I risk revealing?"Please." I met his gaze beseechingly. "If I confide in you, do you swear not to tell Alpha Bradley?"Conan considered me with a frown. "That depends on the nature of this...confession."I worried my lip anxiously. It was a gamble, but I had to take the chance, for my children's sake. I took a deep breath and began my story.JadeTaking a deep, shaky breath, I broke into fresh tears. Conan stared at me dumbfounded for a moment, then cursed under his breath as he scrambled to grab tissues from the box on his desk. I cried loudly and messily, blowing my nose with heart-wrenching sobs. Black streaks of mascara ran down my cheeks as I wept into the tissues, no doubt looking like a distraught mess, but it was necessary for my act. "You see," I started, dabbing my eyes as my voice quivered emotionally, "Brad and I dated about six years ago, back when we were teenagers. He was...my everything."I launched into a bittersweet flashback, wanting to show Conan our supposed history instead of just telling it in boring summary. I described my lonely childhood growing up in the local orphanage after my parents died - shy, bullied and friendless with only books for company. Meanwhile, Brad was the golden boy at our high school - devastatingly handsome, star athlete, crazy popular, and
JadeI let out a heavy sigh as I sank down onto the lumpy mattress in my dingy temporary apartment. What a mess this day had turned into. Reaching for my burner phone, I quickly typed out an update to Mr. N. 'Minor complication. The beta, Conan, saw a suspicious message on my phone. I spun him a story about wanting revenge on Brad for breaking my heart years ago. He seems to buy it for now, but will be keeping close tabs on me. I'll be careful.'I stared at the blinking cursor, hesitating. Should I mention Conan's absurd contract demanding I provide free medical services to the pack? No, best to keep some cards close to my chest. It's better if he doesn't know all about Conan. Yes. I deleted the message and hit the phone in the bedside drawer. Next I called Helena, needing to hear her cheerful voice after the stressful events of the day."Hey girl, how are you holding up?" she asked gently when she picked up.I flopped bac
JadeThe following morning, I woke up with determination that surpassed the doubt and fear that had plagued me the previous night. It was another new day, and I had a mission to focus on, one that meant everything to me: the safety and well-being of my kidnapped children.I got up, performed my morning routine, and tried to ignore the nagging voice inside my head that reminded me of my lies. I had convinced Conan of my intentions, but I knew that my ruse could crumble at any moment, exposing the truth of my plan to use him in my quest for revenge.As I stepped out of my dingy apartment, I noticed a text message from Conan popped up on my burner phone. It read: "Meet me at the pack's infirmary. We need to discuss your role in more detail."I sighed. This was my chance to learn more about my task and, hopefully, gain some information about the pack especially Brad's current relationship with his mate, Trina. I quickly sent a reply agreeing to meet him and headed to the infirmary.The inf
JadeA short while later, as I continued my duties, Conan appeared at the entrance of the infirmary. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on me. "Everything okay?" he asked, his voice low.I nodded, grateful for his presence. "Yes, just a surprise visit from the alpha. He inquired about our friendship."Conan's lips quirked into a sly smile. "Well, speaking of our friendship, how about we make it more convincing?"I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What do you have in mind?"Conan pushed himself off the doorframe and approached me, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "How about we go on a date, right in front of Brad?"My eyes widened in surprise. I hadn't expected such a bold suggestion. "A date? Are you sure that's a good idea?"Conan shrugged nonchalantly. "Why not? It's all part of the act, and it'll drive Brad crazy with jealousy. Plus, we could use some time to relax and have fun, even if it's fake."I considered his proposal. The idea of a date in front of
JadeOur breaths mingled in the cold, dark night as his head bent closer and closer.The space between us collapsed. His body heat was a living, breathing thing, clouding my mind and stealing my focus until my world consisted of nothing except dark eyes, soft wool, and the clean, expensive scent of citrus and wood.Goose bumps rose on my sensitized skin.I took a small step back and bumped against the door at my back. I exhaled, my back flushed against the cold, hard metal of the apartment's door.I cleared my throat. "What…what are we doing?"My voice didn’t sound like mine. It was too thin, too breathless, but Conan had snuffed out the oxygen in the room. I couldn’t breathe fast enough or deeply enough to sustain a clear head.“Jade,” he murmured. “You know exactly what it is we are doing.” Gone was the formalities. In their place were velvet and smoke, whispering silent promises against my skin and compelling me to tilt my face up. Heaviness gathered low in my belly, thick and molt
JadeI couldn't deny the logic in his words, and I nodded in agreement. "All right, let's do it. When and where?"Conan's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Tomorrow night, it's a surprise, but don't worry. It'll be the perfect setting for our next performance."We quickly set the details for our upcoming fake date. I wondered how much more complicated our relationship would become. My determination to find my children and reunite our family kept me moving forward, no matter how treacherous the path.The day of our planned date arrived, and as evening settled over the pack's territory, I couldn't ignore the ecstacy building within me. This time, Conan had chosen a more casual setting for our "date," a quaint cafe nestled on the outskirts of the pack's territory. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a dusky hue as we sat across from each other at a cozy table on the cafe's outdoor patio.I sipped my hot coffee, letting the warmth spread through me as I glanced at Con
Jade"A ball?" I asked, my left eyebrow raised in skepticism as I stared at the boyish, spoiled Alpha lounging in the chair opposite me."Yes. You are one of the most sought-after pack doctors in the country. You could have joined any pack you wanted to, but you decided to join the Nightingale Pack. The ball will serve as our warm welcome to you.""Oh, but you don't have to do that." I said as I tried to hide the shiver that was running through my body at the thought of a ball thrown in my honor by the very same people who had bullied and humiliated me.Another ball came to mind, one that had happened six years ago. My fists clenched as I thought of that horrid night, and at that very moment, I wanted to tear out the eyes of the man who was seated across me, smiling as though he was goddess' gift to mankind.Brad leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "You'll attend. It's non-negotiable. Besides, it's not just for you; it's for the entire pack to see our commitment to you
JadeJust then, my office door opened, and Conan walked in, carrying lunch with him. He set the food on my desk and took a seat, his expression warm and friendly. I slid the phone below my desk as I smiled at him."Hey, Jade," he greeted. "I thought I'd bring you some lunch today."I appreciated his thoughtfulness but couldn't ignore the tension between us. "Thank you, Conan."We delved into a discussion about the upcoming ball. Conan seemed genuinely excited about it.I listened to him talk about the event, trying to keep up appearances as the devoted fake couple.Later that evening, as I returned home, I found a package waiting for me at my doorstep. I cautiously picked it up and brought it inside. The package was elegantly wrapped, and when I opened it, I found a necklace with a note from Brad. It read, "A present for you to wear to the ball."I frowned as I gazed at the necklace. The thought of wearing something gifted by Brad made me uncomfortable, especially considering his persi