Unspoken Names

Chapter 5:

Eva – POV

I park in front of a sleek white duplex, the garage door sliding open at the press of a button. As the metal groans upward, I glance toward the unit on the left.

Kitchen lights are on. Mary’s home. Good.

I bought this place three years ago—Mary lives on the left, and I took the right. We’re both packless. Not by chance. Not by pity. By design. Her mate, Steve, is from the Whitemountain Pack. She met him last year after turning eighteen. At first, she was terrified—worried he’d reject her because she’d once been my chosen mate. But he didn’t. Turns out, love—real love—doesn’t scare easily.

Maybe she’ll move in with him once I turn eighteen. Maybe not. Either way, she’ll always have a home here.

Inside, the duplex is calm, clean, quiet. A white orchid rests on a small table in the lobby’s corner. To the left is the living room. Adjacent to it, a guest bathroom—though I never have guests. On the right, the kitchen. I’m not hungry.

I move past it and head upstairs, boots echoing against the steps.

The second floor is mine entirely. Two bedrooms, a massive bathroom with a Jacuzzi, and—hidden behind a sliding bookshelf—a private workroom. Cameras. Computers. Weapons. A silent alarm system threads through the entire place, invisible and lethal.

I step into my bedroom, kick off my boots, and strip out of my clothes like armor falling away. In the bathroom, I twist the hot water tap open and pour in lavender salts, aloe leaves, and a wildflower bath bomb. It’ll take a while to fill.

Back in the bedroom, I flop onto the bed with a long sigh.

Then the door creaks.

Mary slips inside, her red hair cascading in soft waves, green eyes dark and shining, full lips curved in a smirk.

“Mary,” I greet, smiling. “What’s the pleasure of your visit?”

“Pleasure is the visit,” she whispers, her voice drenched in heat. “I can feel your lust from across the wall. It’s driving me insane.”

“Mary…” I sit up, voice soft. “You don’t have to do this anymore. You belong with Steve.”

“You don’t understand,” she says, approaching. “I feel everything about you.” She sits on the bed beside me, fingers brushing my lips. “Your heartbeat, your scent, your desire…”

Her touch slides down my neck, gently tugging my top and bra down. Her lips follow, warm against my skin, drawing moans from deep inside me.

“You’re so horny,” she murmurs. “It turns me on.”

My breath catches as her mouth finds my nipples, teasing, sucking, humming softly against me. Her hand glides between my thighs, cupping me gently, her fingers slick with arousal.

She strips me bare with practiced ease, lips trailing down my body, her tongue finding my clit and working me with steady, perfect rhythm.

I gasp, one hand gripping the sheets, the other tangled in her hair. “Mary…”

“Come for me, baby,” she whispers, voice almost reverent.

“I… I am—”

Pleasure crashes over me, hot and sharp and consuming.

But she doesn’t stop.

With a low growl, she grips my hips and slides a slick finger slowly into my ass. My body arches, trembling. A second orgasm builds fast, brutal and sudden.

“Theo… yes… I’m cumming!”

My voice breaks as I come again, this time harder, shaking.

She crawls up my body and kisses me—slow, deep, claiming.

“You’re so beautiful,” she breathes. “I can’t get enough. But I have to go. Steve’s waiting—probably naked.”

She laughs, straightening her clothes. “Honestly, I think he’d pay good money to see us together.”

She pauses at the door, casting one last glance over her shoulder.

“Oh, and Eva… Theo?”

She disappears, door clicking softly shut behind her.

Theo?

My perfect memory stumbles. I never forget a name. But this one draws a blank.

“Shit. Who the hell is Theo?”

A mystery for another time.

Right now, there’s a bathtub waiting. Probably lukewarm by now—but still calling.