All Chapters of Between Two Naughty Wolves: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22: Unwelcome VisitorsDerek's POVThe two detectives sitting in my living room looked about as comfortable as cats in a bathtub. I stayed standing, leaning against the fireplace, trying to project an air of bored annoyance. It was a lot better than letting them see the cold knot of tension tightening in my gut.“We appreciate your time, Mr. Boyega,” the older one said, his notepad useless on his knee. “This is about one of your employees. A Mr. Carl Henner.”I kept my face in a blank mask. “The name doesn’t ring a bell.”“He was on your security payroll. Up until six months ago, according to our records. Then his status was listed as ‘inactive’.”I shrugged one shoulder. “My company is large. People come and go. If he was inactive, he wasn’t my employee. What’s this about?”The younger detective leaned forward. “He was found last night in a hotel a few blocks from here. Or… parts of him were.”I didn’t have to fake my shock. “What?”“It wasn’t pretty,” the older one cont

CHAPTER 24: Dead Ends and Bad IdeasAllison's POVI was leaned so far back in my chair I was basically staring at the ceiling with my hands locked behind my head.On the screen in front of me, a million lines of code scrolled past. Financial records, shell company manifests, encrypted communications we’d pulled from Derek’s servers using Jacob’s fancy spy box. It was all there and it was all completely, utterly useless.“It’s a goddamn rat race,” I mumbled to the empty room. “Just going in circles.”Apex.. Derek.. This Peter Grimlow asshole.. It was like trying to solve three different jigsaw puzzles after someone threw all the pieces into one box. Nothing fit. Every time I thought I had a corner piece for one, it turned out to belong to another.And the worst part? I couldn’t stop thinking about what Derek said yesterday. About Theo.My little boy. Asking for me. Crying for his ‘mummy’. The thought made my chest ache like a physical wound. I knew it. I knew that witch Victoria had d

Chapter 26: An Unwelcome Passenger and a Welcome SurpriseAllison's POVI spun around with a growl from my throat and my hands coming up with claws finally bursting free. But I never got a chance to use them.A hand... huge and strong clamped over my mouth, cutting off my sound and shoving my head back against the headrest. I struggled for half a second before the cold press of a blade against my throat stilled me completely.A hoarse voice filled my ear, so close I could feel the heat of his breath. “Make a move. Any move. It’ll be your last. Understood?”My heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest. Thump-thump-thump-thump. Like a drum solo at a metal concert. This was bad. This was really spectacularly bad. I forced myself to breathe through my nose and I willed my claws to retract. Slowly, carefully, I raised both hands in the air, a universal sign for ‘I surrender, you fucking psycho.’The pressure on my mouth loosened just a fraction.“Atta girl,” the voice rasped.The

CHAPTER 28: A House of CardsDerek’s POVMy heart was still pounding by the time I got home. Theo was now safe upstairs in his room but the chill from my conversation with Allison hadn’t left me.Gerald had full access to my financial records and security servers..!The words played on a loop in my head, each time sending a fresh jolt of panic through my system. I fumbled for my phone, my fingers feeling clumsy. I scrolled through my contacts until I found Den’s name. My assistant and my most trusted man.He picked up on the first ring. “Alpha Derek? Everything alright?”“No,” I groaned, my voice tight. “Nothing is alright. Listen to me. Alpha Gerald Stormclaw is not our friend. He’s a snake. I want you to cut all ties with him, effective immediately. Revoke every single point of access I was stupid enough to grant him. Lock him out of everything. Now!”There was silence on the other end. Not the quiet of someone taking notes but a dreadful silence that made the hair on my arms sta

CHAPTER 30: A Side of Ab-ductionAllison's POVLet me tell you, my day had officially gone from “crappy board meetings” to “what-the-actual-hell” in the span of about five seconds.One minute I’m digging for my car keys, mentally already in my pajamas with a glass of wine the size of my head. The next, a clown wearing a black ski mask slams my face into the roof of my car. Not my idea of a good night.My head was doing a full-tilt spin cycle. I could hear shouts, someone screaming, “Oh my god, call 911!” from a distance. So, not the dead of night. Rush hour.. fantastic.. witnesses to my utter humiliation.Before I could even form a coherent curse word, Meathead #1 scooped me up like a sack of potatoes and bundled me into the backseat of my own damn car. The door slammed shut and the engine roared to life.I tried to push myself up but a searing, burning pain shot through my wrists. I twisted my hands and saw it.. freaking silver chains so tight and mean.“Are you kidding me?” I slurre