Semua Bab The Wolf Inside Her: Bab 1 - Bab 7

The city smelled like iron and rain.Chicago's skyline stretched like jagged teeth into the gray sky, but Selene Vireaux barely glanced up at the towers. Her boots stepped through a shallow puddle, the leather soaked at the hem of her long black coat. She moved like a shadow, fluid and unnoticed, amber eyes flicking across the bustling crowd. She hadn’t been in the city more than a week.She was supposed to be lying low.Cities were noise. Concrete. Neon signs and anonymity. Perfect for a woman trying to disappear — especially one who had left large body count behind her. Selene had never liked a pack. She travelled with no purpose. Only the primal instincts that hummed beneath her skin — wild, ancient, and always hungry.And then she saw him.It happened on a Tuesday. She was walking back from a meaningless job interview, irritation simmering just under the surface, when a laugh pierced through the traffic and rain. It was light, soft, and completely out of place — like a string of b

Steam fogged the mirror.Selene wiped it with the back of her hand, stared at her reflection, and saw only restraint in them. Long damp hair clung to her shoulders. Her shirt stuck to her ribs and those amber eyes, even dulled by hot water, still glowed faintly — too much like a wolf’s.The blood was gone but the scent still lingered.She’d washed it from her skin, but not from her memory — the feel of it, warm and human, sticky between her fingers. Lucas’s blood.That alley had nearly turned her. She’d been seconds from ripping out throats of those bastards. For him.It was stupid and reckless as her father would say, but obvious thing to do.Selene took a breath and stepped out of the bathroom barefoot.The lights in the hotel room were low. The air smelled of antiseptic that clung to him. She expected to find him gone — or sitting up, panicking, maybe calling someone.But he was curled on her bed.Asleep.He lay on his stomach, his arms tucked under the pillow. His chest rose and f

Lucas adjusted the collar of the borrowed oversized button-down shirt and rolled the cuffs up a little higher. The scent of something sweet, intoxicating with somewhat musky and earthly undertone clung to the fabric.Her scent.He rubbed his temples and glanced toward the door. “I should go. Don’t want anyone thinking I disappeared.”Selene, seated by the window with one leg tucked under her, didn’t move. Her amber eyes tracked him, slow and steady, like a wolf watching a deer who hadn’t noticed he was standing too close to the edge of a cliff.“You’re not walking,” she said flatly.Lucas looked over. “What?”“I’m driving you home.” Her voice held neither a questioning tone, nor force. Just a simple truth.He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not gonna ask?”Selene stood, languid and unhurried. “If I ask, you’ll say no. And I’m not interested in arguments this early.”Lucas opened his mouth, then shut it again. Something about her tone made him feel like arguing would be like stepping into a

The metal shutter clanged closed behind him with a finality Lucas hadn’t expected to feel. The keys jingled uselessly in his hand, nerves still thrumming from what had happened inside. Selene had kissed him like she wanted to break him open.He hadn’t even locked the café door before she’d backed him into a wall, fingers in his hair, mouth devouring his like she couldn’t stand the distance between them. It was madness. Electric, wild madness.He’d expected her to disappear afterward— back into the night like some reckless storm cloud. But no.She was waiting by her car.Leaning against the driver’s side door like she owned the night, hair wild around her shoulders, black leather jacket unzipped halfway down to expose the line of her collarbone. Her eyes found him instantly, glowing faintly in the streetlights.Lucas slowed. “You are still here?”Selene didn’t answer. She tilted her head.And then she moved.Fast.Her hand caught his wrist, spinning him before he could react. The door