All Chapters of Between Two Naughty Wolves: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 61: The Witch and the RatVictoria's POVNever in a million years would I have guessed it. Peter Grimlow? The man was a weasel, a cunning, scarred, rat-faced weasel I’d only ever seen as a useful tool. But damn. Who knew that a man who looked like that could be packing that heat in his shorts? And who knew he could use that massive cock so well?We’d had a few beers to celebrate. My win with the smear campaign against Allison and his little victories in the shadows. One beer turned into three and then one thing just… led to another. And now, here we were.My face was buried in the expensive hotel pillow with my ass in the air. Peter’s hands were gripping my hips so tight I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. I didn’t care. Each thrust was a jolt of electric pleasure. He was huge, hitting spots inside me I didn't even know existed.“Oh, god… right there,” I moaned, my voice muffled by the sheets. “Don’t you dare stop.”He just grunted with an animal sound and picked up the pace.

CHAPTER 63: The Unofficial, Unwanted Guided TourAllison's POVMy head was pounding and not the fun kind of pounding from a killer night out but the kind that feels like a tiny angry goblin is using a sledgehammer on the inside of your skull. Everything was dark and I was moving. Or, more accurately, I was being moved.The last thing I remembered was a chloroform-soaked rag that smelled like a high school chemistry lab annd some asshole’s voice.. always an asshole.I kept my eyes shut. Rule one of being kidnapped.. don’t let the kidnappers know you’re awake. It ruins the element of surprise and I was all about surprising people today. I focused on my fingers, wiggling them slowly. They felt like sausages but they worked. Good. The chemical fog was lifting.I risked cracking one eyelid. We were in the back of a van. Classy. Two goons in black tactical gear sat on a bench opposite me, and another was up front with the driver. Their masks were still on. Because nothing says “professiona

CHAPTER 65: Strings And PuppetsVictoria's POV“Quite a show, wasn’t it?” a rough voice mumbled from opposite me.I glanced over at Peter Grimlow with his scarred, rat-like face was half-lit by the green glow of the laptop on his knees. “It’s more than a show, Peter. It’s the opening act,” I said cooly.He shifted nervously. “Are you sure, V? I mean, absolutely sure we should proceed right now? The Alpha’s in a rage, the girl’s back amd Derek’s beaten to a pulp… it’s a lot of moving parts.”I sighed impatiently. Men always needed their hands held. “Of course I’m certain. I didn’t need to be in the room to know what happened. I saw it all.”His beady eyes widened. “The witch-sight thing?”“The witch-sight thing,” I confirmed, tapping my temple. “I saw Jacob smash through the front door. I saw him put Derek through that glass table and I heard every pathetic word of Derek’s so-called ‘confession’ and his pitiful offer to help them. They’re all so predictable. They’re taking the bait

Chapter 67: Bad Deals And WorseAllison's POVMy phone sat on the desk with its screen burning a hole into my soul. One text message.. that’s all it was but it felt like a live grenade.'Call me back if you want your son back.'Sent from the world’s biggest asshole. Derek.“What kind of psycho takes a kid and doesn’t even make a demand?” I said to the room, slamming my laptop shut. “It’s just rude, you know? No ransom note, no creepy video message.. not even a text saying ‘nyah-nyah, I’ve got your boy.’ It’s a violation of basic villain etiquette!”Jacob was wearing a trench in my floor, pacing like a caged tiger. “It’s my fault,” he muttered for the hundredth time. “Hell, it is. All of it. He did this to get to me.”I swiveled in my chair to face him. “Okay,l first of all, shut up. The blame lies squarely with the dickweed who gave him away and the psychopath who took him. You’re just the shiny object he’s trying to piss on.”But Jacob wasn’t having it. He just kept pacing in guilt

CHAPTER 69: SurprisesAllison's POV“You gotta be kidding me,” I muttered as we shot upright like twin jack-in-the-boxes. The cozy post-coital haze evaporated, replaced by the cold splash of ‘oh crap.’“Who the hell is that?” Jacob whispered, already scrambling for his jeans which were draped over the arm of the couch.“If it’s Victoria coming back for a chat, I’m going to stab her with a salad fork,” I hissed back, yanking my shirt over my head. I couldn’t find my bra. Whatever. Armor was optional at this point.The knocking came again, louder. Bang. Bang. BANG.“I’m coming! Keep your pants on!” I yelled toward the door with my voice still a little ragged. I shot a look at Jacob, who was pulling his shirt on inside-out. “Bathroom. Now.”He didn’t argue, just grabbed his boots and vanished down the hall like a sexy ninja. I took a deep breath, ran a hand through my disaster-hair and went to the door.I didn’t open it right away. I peered through the peephole.. and blinked.“Ashley?”I