All Chapters of Bounty for the Lycan Princess ~Nichols~: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lycan Ian Steel~ "Good work, John, send me the information as soon as you can!" I say to my PI. "I'm faxing it to you now, and I will be ready to move on, Harley, by the end of the week." "Hold on, John, you won't be going after her at all." His huffs and puffs said I've just burst his bubble. "Lycan, with all due respect, I call some absolute bullshit on that. I'm the one who found her, and I want the bounty for bringing her back." "We never agreed to that. You're a PI, not a bounty hunter. You've done your job, and you'll get the other half of your money once I see the file." The bug-eyed little fuck hung up on me, but my fax machine lit up! Rage surged through me, and I slammed the receiver back into the cradle on my desk hard enough that I heard the wood crack. I've waited far too long to risk Harley getting away now. I picked up the receiver again, surprised to hear it still worked, and dialed Reins' number, but got no answer. "Nick, I have a job, call me!" My gaz

Harley~ Whoever said one can't survive on black coffee and the occasional cracking of the back was lying. I have always been a workaholic, it's true, and I work best when I am focused on a task. However, my stress and aggravation levels lately have been way too high, and I can do without them. When I didn't even see, hear, or smell creepy Carl, the janitor, until he was breathing down my neck, I knew exhaustion and sleep deprivation had me slipping. Carl makes my skin crawl, so of course, we would wind up alone in the break room."Burning the midnight oil again, sweetheart?" He asked.His pretentiousness, as he propped himself against the water cooler, had my eyes rolling of their own accord. Carl, two decades my senior, possesses a physique of equal height and breadth; a visage best suited for radio. However, he harbors an over-inflated sense of the ladies' man he perceives himself to be."Yeah, you know me, same old Carl," I said.He raised his bushy, unkempt eyebrows at me sugges

Harley~We arrived home at our little apartment shortly before midnight, my arms laden after stopping at the gas station, grocery store, and my favorite Chinese spot for takeout. One benefit of living in LA is that something is always open. Another good thing was how it felt to hear your name everywhere you went. I would miss this little town that has accepted me as one of its own, though I am anything but. After shifting everything from one arm to the other, I can fiddle with the lock that likes to stick and get the door open. My bags hit the kitchen counter with a heavy thud. The shower is calling my name, but I put away my groceries before heading to the bathroom. Afterwards, I don't even bother to blow-dry my hair; it will just get wet again by the time Rae is done, so a messy bun will do. Slipping into a T-shirt and panties, I settled down at the kitchen table, dishing myself a plate of house-fried rice, and opening my bottle of wine. My answering machine is flashing at me afte

Nicholas~ I answered with intended skepticism. "Kyle Steel, it's been longer than a while. What can I do for you?" "Nicholas, I know my father contacted you about hunting Harley, and I believe there are a few things that you should know before helping him." I'd always liked Kyle because he gets straight to the damn point — a man after my heart. "Ok, Kyle, you have my attention." Kyle cleared his throat. "Harley isn't just a Lycan werewolf....." I stopped him right there. "Save your speech, Kyle; it makes no difference to me that Harley is an alpha female; surely you know I've hunted alphas of both genders before." "How do you feel about hunting guardians?" Hold up, just a damn minute! Ian said nothing about a guardian! "What do you mean?" "I am sure you know the legend of Sauther Lake. Sabrina, Harley's mother, was the firstborn seventh-generation female." He paused. "My sister is the next guardian, and Ian knew this." I clenched my jaw and gripped the phone. "What really ha

Harley~ Hot tears blur my vision as I pull out of my apartment's parking lot, heading to the docks. Even worse than the hurt I caused Ben is the fact that he thinks I was only using him. Being with him was indeed selfish, though I never meant to hurt him. As they say, hindsight is 20/20, but I assumed he was in the same place that I was. Guess that's what I get for thinking! Rae butts into my thoughts. 'Don't be so hard on yourself, Harley. It was bound to happen. A clean break is for the best.' 'You didn't help the situation, Rae. What if Ben had seen you before you ripped his chest open?!' 'Harley, I would not have hurt him, and I had to teach you a lesson; it doesn't matter anymore, anyway. Now maybe we can find our proper mate!' 'Shut it, Rae!' We pulled into the crime scene. Sirens and police radio chatter fill the air as I flash my badge and pass the barrier, searching for my ME. Belinda is waiting and finds me. "What did you find, Belinda?" I asked, putting on examinatio