That look. That look right there snaps me out of whatever trance Kaden has put me in. Slapping his hand away, I step back, only to bump into the counter behind my back. He smirks, telling me I have nowhere to go without uttering a word. I hate this hold he has over my body. It's definitely not over me. I can push him away. I can tell him to go fuck himself but my body, the traitor, has other ideas. Even my wolf has perked up at the possibility of getting some action. She's lonely and would probably get attached to anyone who shows her any kind of affection. Rejection will do that to anyone so I don't blame her. Thank the goddess she has me. The voice of reason. "Actually, you're wrong. I would let any man fuck me right here, right now, as long as it's not you" "You never were a good liar. And I can smell your arousal" "You're so full of shit. You know that? A simple thought can turn me on, Kayden. Like carving your eyes out or sticking a knife in your stomach and twisting it un

My knees give out on me and I crumble to the floor. What the fuck? I feel like a human who just discovered fantasy creatures are real. I've seen it with my own eyes and deep down I know it's the truth but I can't bring myself to accept it. A part of me expects to wake up from this dream and the other one is trying to wrap my head around this. Kaden is a Lycan. That explains everything about him. His abilities, the reason his pack members and other packs left, and maybe even why the attack happened in the first place. Did someone find out about him and tried to kill him? Why is he blaming me for something that is clearly his fault? He can control us. I've seen the way he did it with those men at the club. Every time they approached me, they'd stop, look confused and turn around. Only he is capable of doing that. A thought crosses my mind, making me straighten my spine. Did he orchestrate everything? Starting from Logan's obsession to manipulating Hector to leave me behind? I thought i

I know he was here and it is my fault for being reckless. I didn't think he would come back so soon. Then again, in the last ten years, Sophia is the only outsider who has spent more than a night in the pack. That explains why that man got curious about her. When I left her at the hotel, I was angry but I still took Leander there to keep an eye on her. My anger lasted for about an hour before I forgot about it and started searching for traces of the man. I call him ghost man because he comes and goes as he pleases but I haven't found out anything about him. Not even the first letter of his name. Everywhere I go, I'm always searching, hoping he would slip up and make a mistake. So when I caught his scent, I was too excited and forgot that he liked to play games. Isn't that the reason he hasn't revealed his face? Because he wants to keep playing with me? For a second there, I lost my cool. And when I followed his scent, I went in circles before it led me back to the pack. I've never be

I tap my foot continuously, waiting for Hector to arrive. This time, he won't be able to leave me behind because I won't let him. The second he arrives, I'll take over from him. He can get some rest while I drive. Yesterday, I remembered about the clothes Leander paid for and even though I won't take them with me, the least I could do is refund him. So imagine my surprise when he told me the money he used wasn't his but Kaden's. My guilt multiplied tenfold. I'd judged him too harshly but he still paid for my clothes. If he wanted to, he could drop me off far away from his territory and leave me to fend for myself. I decided to leave before he thought of doing just that. It's clear that I'm the asshole here. Too mortified to face him, I woke up early and settled for standing right outside the front entrance to wait for Hector. I'm determined to leave before we bump into each other. After two long hours, I finally hear the sound of a car approaching. Goddess, it took him long enough. S

This is definitely not the person I was expecting to see. Judging by the smug smile on his face, I know he was lying low, waiting for this moment. Reagan told me he'd withdrawn and never went back to Bittercrest. We were foolish to believe he'd do anything remotely close to that. His gigantic ego wouldn't let him. He's in a navy blue crisp suit, a white shirt, and a black trench coat. Aside from being a conceited asshole, he badly needs fashion advice. Who the hell wears Italian loafers to a jungle? I lift my eyes to his face "What do you want from me?" "Step out of the car so we can talk" "No thanks. I'm fine where I am" "I wasn't asking" His electric blue eyes flicker with impatience. He came with four guys. So it's five against four. I assume Nova and Hector can take two guys at the same time but what about Logan? Can Reagan and I take him? The answer is no. He's an Alpha. Which means, he's even stronger than Nova who has Alpha blood. As long as he hasn't taken over Alpha du