Todos los capítulos de Bounty for the Lycan Princess ~Nichols~: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Nicholas~ I have been watching and learning Harley’s routine since I arrived in LA on Wednesday. Each night, I follow her home to ensure she arrives safely, refusing to consider that she may have someone waiting for her. So far, I haven’t seen a significant other, which makes us happy. Harley’s second-floor apartment’s bedroom window faces the parking lot, and I stay each night until her light goes out. A look at my watch tells me she’ll be leaving the station soon; Harley is always the last one out. As I’m getting into my car to drive to the police station, her car pulls into the local cop bar’s parking lot across the street from my motel. After double-taking just to be sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks, a new thrill shot through me when I focused on the license plate. Then my eyes focused on her, and I watched Harley and another human female get out of their cars. They first approached a group of four women dressed in a way that left little to the imagination before going ins

Harley~ My eyes fluttered open, and I smiled at the sight before me of the massive chest my head was lying on. I snuggled into him further, thinking This is one hell of a fantasy I am having! Heat runs through me as I inhale his scent, fighting the urge not to rub my face all over every inch of him in front of me. Then reality set in, and my bliss lasted about half a minute more before I knew I wasn't dreaming. The wolfman was real, last night happened, and I had just mated him! Rae is growling at me in protest as I ease away from him and off the bed. Oh my goddess, what have I done?! Thankfully, much of last night is foggy still; I am no better than the prostitutes I ran off from McGilleys. Wolfman stretched in the bed, and I froze in my tracks for a moment, thinking I had woken him up. 'His name is Nick!' Rea said. 'Where are you going?' I scrambled in the dark to find my strewn clothes and get dressed. ‘Back to reality, Rae.’ I'm already moving toward the door and easing

Harley~ Pilot gave me a shut your mouth, Missy, look before leading me down one hall of mystery to his office. He closes the door, sits at his desk, gesturing for me to sit as well. “Is Cervantes one of the stalker victims?” “I can neither deny nor confirm yet; until now, Mr. Cervantes has been nameless. The police department must inform his family of his death, so if you make me a copy of his personnel file, I’ll be out of your way.” “I can’t do that, Detective, not without a warrant. We also have a confidentiality clause, and I could lose my job for breaking it.” Oh, really? I narrowed my eyes at him and shifted in my chair. “Did you miss the part about him being dead?! Mr. Piolt, I can take the time to go all the way downtown, stand in line at the clerk’s office during lunchtime, wait for the judge to come back to chambers, and present them with a warrant to be signed. Then, I promise to dedicate the same time when I shut down your office to conduct a thorough forensic sweep.

Nicholas~17done My body may be in my car, hauling ass down the freeway in front of me back to Ian's pack, but my mind and the closest thing I have ever felt to a longing are behind me in LA. Never in my life have I missed a woman I'd bedded, let alone be pining away just to be close to her. Nick, the bounty hunter, doesn't know what to do with these newfound feelings, so I will do what I have done all my life and do my best to push them aside and act like they don't exist. I am also failing miserably. Zeek keeps telling me that being drawn to my mate is natural. Okay, I get that sort of thing. However, drawn to and consumed by are two different things. I'm about as lost as a nine-eyed opossum in broad daylight. No one is as stunned as I am by my possessiveness of her. I hardly know her; it was not what I had expected. My mind keeps circling back to the human man in the bar. The thought of Harley being intimate with him makes my skin crawl. Rage overtakes us both at the thought o

Harley~It has undoubtedly been another long day chasing my tail. The ever-optimistic in me hopes that we have the stalker running scared after losing his glove. The cop in me says he is lying low until the heat dies; either way, my plan to make like a tree is slipping further away. 'It doesn't have to be if you would listen to me. Decide whose butts you want to save at this point for crying out loud, woman!' 'We've had this discussion, Rae. We aren't leaving until this is done, bounty hunter or no. I'm not turning my back on these people.' As I enter my apartment and flip on the light, a sense of home surrounds me. My 1,200 square feet may not seem like much, but it's all mine. It's certainly nothing like what I grew up in; my father's pack house could hold 10 of these two-bedroom flats. Of course, Father also had rule over everything in his pack; my private quarters were no exception. 'Who needs Ian's stuffy old mansion? We can build our own. A sunroom would be nice, so I c