Okay, all the mental preparation I did on the way here meant fuck all. Nothing could prepare me for this. Amelia’s scent has smacked me in the face like I just jumped off a fifty story building and landed face-first into the concrete. It’s strong, it’s intoxicating, and I can taste it on my tongue. Her arousal is in the air like the world’s strongest and most delicious perfume and it’s making my dick painfully hard. Ace is pacing in my head and thrashing his head trying his hardest to fight his instincts. I focus on breathing through my mouth – which barely helps – as I step in and shut the door behind me. Amelia’s heart is pounding in her chest, her breathing is ragged, and I can feel her fever from across the room. They call it heat for a reason. I take slow steps towards her, fighting the animalistic need to plunge my cock deep inside her wet walls and fill her with my cum… fuck, those thoughts are not helping. I crouch down next to her as she lays on the floor wh

When I’m finally clean and refreshed I dry my hair and get dressed in black stretch slacks – I may need extra room for moving around today – a tight black spaghetti strap tank top with a black mesh long sleeve top over that. I zip up some emerald crocodile skin pointed-toe stiletto ankle boots and give myself a final once over. I look ready for business… and maybe I’m hoping to impress Marcus a little bit, so sue me. I step out into the living area and don’t see Marcus; I assume he’s still in my room. I badly want to peek in and just see him and hear his voice again. The bond is like he’s a magnet and I’m a jar of those colourful paperclips getting yanked in his direction. It is hard to fight against that kind of force, but him being an asshole made it easier to resist. However, now that he’s being the model animai, I find myself not wanting to fight the pull. Once again forced to resist the pull of our bond I step out of the Alpha suite and make my way out and to th

With our hands clasped we walk down the hall to my office as I link Vitali, Tyson, and Chris. It’s a good thing I love these guys so much or seeing them so often would get old really quick. I let us into my office and as soon as we step in I feel Marcus go stiff beside me. I look up to see a sad look on his face while his brows are pinched together. “Marcus? What’s wrong?” I gently ask moving closer while rubbing his hand, letting our bond soothe him, even if it’s not fully in place yet. “The first and last time I was in here I said some fucked up shit that nearly made me lose you forever. The memory just caught me off guard was all,” he says looking down with a sad smile. I give him a sympathetic look, “We can make new memories,” I reassure him. He nods and kisses the back of my hand and damn does it feel good. I walk around to my side of the desk, refusing to let go of his hand. “Where do you want me?” He asks. Such an innocent question, and yet it

I make my way down the stairs and keep my eyes open hoping to find a few particular familiar faces. I wander around the packhouse until I end up in what looks like an entertainment room. It’s massive with a large black sectional with a black coffee table facing a large plasma screen TV on the left-hand wall. There are beanbag chairs, boxes with toys, an air hockey table, a pool table with a scoreboard on the right-hand wall next to a dartboard. Shelves that flank the door are filled with books and movies and there is are large sliding glass doors that make up the entire back wall. I see the people I’m looking for sitting on the couch laughing, so I walk over to them. “Hey, I hope I’m not interrupting,” I say while in fact interrupting them. Who I now know to be Evalyn looks up and gives me a wide smile, so I guess my balls are safe for now. “Marcus! Hi. Oh, this is Mei, Chris’s animai and my sister-in-law,” she says proudly making Mei blush. “And Eric who is Vitali’s

"And you don’t know of any Alphas who would do such a thing?” I ask my dad while we sit on the couch in my office. He leans forward with his elbows resting on his knees and shakes his head, “Not a single one. It’s not common practice anymore and even under the best of circumstances most Alphas fear the repercussions from the Delegation,” he explains. “But as long as they act within the law they have nothing to worry about. The Delegation isn’t evil, and they aren’t dictators,” I say, feeling a little protective of the friends I have made. Not a single irshiust has a mean bone in their body, they weren’t made that way. But I wouldn’t call them pacifists either. They are trained and highly skilled warriors, stronger and faster than even a nagata. The only thing I know of that can rival them in strength and speed is a God. They have to know how to fight so they can carry out sentencing or stop wars. They are essentially the earthly representative of the Gods or at least Zarseti. But a