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“Joncil,” Lucien whispers, his eyes still on me. “You are dismissed.”“Yes, sir,” Joncil says and scurries off.I wait for his footsteps to disappear before looking back up at Lucien. His hand is still wrapped around my wrist, and he is standing too close for comfort. Especially with just the two of us. I start wondering where Vivian and the kids are but I don’t ask.“Where were you, Layla?” Lucien asks again. I bite my lip to keep myself from saying something snaky. His eyes drop to my mouth. My face instantly heats up and I try to ignore the tightening in my stomach.More away. Pease, move away.He smirks but doesn’t move. And I know that he heard the thought.“Can you just get out of my head,” I mutter, my voice coming out hoarse.“I would if you would just tell me where you’ve been,” he says, tilting his head to the side. “I can go wherever I want, Lucien.” I try to pull back my wrist and fail. “I’m a responsible adult.”He chuckles and his face comes so close to mine

Another dog comes running behind the lady with the leash, who now looks horrified and is no longer shouting. She doesn’t see the second dog until it runs past her, it’s owner running after it.My heart feels like it’s in hot oil as the dog gets closer to the car. I jump from my seat to Joncil as the dog jumps and crashes against the window. They’re hurting themselves against the car and I don’t understand why.“Are we going in or what?” Asher sighs, looking annoyed.“Fuck.” Joncil mutters and pushes me back into my seat as the dogs owners get close to their hurt dogs.“Fasten your seatbelt please,” Joncil orders and starts the car. “What about the kids?” I ask. “And I have to get to work.”“You aren’t going to work,” he says as he turns the car around and drives off.“What was that?” I demand, glancing at the twins before glaring back at Joncil. “Unlike werewolves—” he doesn’t look at me as he starts pressing his phone on the dashboard with his free hand. “Their system is to

Elijah’s POVMy wolf has been restless all night and morning. Every time I manage to close my eyes, he started pacing again. It’s getting fucking annoying. At this point I can tear anything to pieces. He’s right under my skin and refuses to get reeled in.I know exactly what he wants, especially because tonight is the full moon. He kept chanting mate, mate, mate, while doing that damn pacing last night. I haven’t seen Layla since she came to my office last time, but she’s all I can think this morning. She’s all we can think about.A knock on my bedroom door breaks into my thoughts. I quickly get off the bed and throw on a T-shirt that was already lying on the floor next to a pair of panties. These damn women never listen. I specifically told her not to leave a trace of herself behind. Now tell me why there were red panties on my floor?I pull the door open. Ryan, my beta, best friend, and business partner, is standing there with a huge grin.“What?” I ask.“They are ready for t

Vivian’s voice barely registers over the ringing in my ears. I’m still gripping the railing, breathing hard as the pain slowly starts to fade. My arms are trembling, and I can barely feel my legs beneath me.“I didn’t do anything,” I manage to say.Vivian is completely speechless as she keeps staring at me. She doesn’t make a move to come down. I assume it’s because of the cracks in the stairs, but it could just be that she is afraid of me.Footsteps suddenly come from the front door. I turn toward the sound just as Lucien walks inside with Joncil behind him.My eyes immediately go to Lucien. His shirt is torn again, and there’s blood on his arm, but he doesn’t look injured. Then I see what Joncil has strapped over his shoulder.My mouth falls open. “Elijah.”He’s unconscious and completely naked except for the blood covering part of his back.“How many times did you shoot him?” I rush toward them.“Twice,” Lucien answers.Joncil lowers Elijah onto the couch and pulls the couch cover

Layla’s POVThe door closes behind Elijah and Ryan and I glance at Lucien, wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into coming here. But I’d probably already be dog food if I didn’t. Seeing as I’m now a prisoner of secrets and fate and whatever the hell I am.Lucien walks past me without saying anything. He just looks at the destruction around the living room before walking toward the bar like he needs a drink after spending the last hour trying not to kill a werewolf.“Sorry,” I whisper, keeping my voice low and genuine.Vivian sighs and gets up. “Are we staying awake all night?”“It’s been a day,” Lucien mutters. “You can both rest up. Everyone is safe, for now.”He glares at me when he says the last part, and I get a feeling he’s pissed, and not entirely about me wrecking the house. I don’t even want to entertain the idea that it might be because of why I wrecked it. I can still feel something strange inside my chest when I think of Elijah. It isn't pain anymore. It's mor