Alle Kapitel von Men After Dark : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 6

The drive back to Blackwood territory was silent except for the low growl of the engine and the occasional shift of Elias’s body in the passenger seat. He had cleaned up with the same calm efficiency he had used to wreck me against the wall, but the scent of what we had done still clung to both of us. My own release dried on the wall of that annex room. His was still a faint, slick reminder between my thighs every time I adjusted in the seat.I kept both hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road. If I looked at him too long I was going to pull over and demand he open me up again on the side of the highway.The pack house came into view just after dusk. Lights glowed in the lower windows. My second, Marcus, was already waiting on the front steps with two other ranking wolves. Their postures stiffened when I stepped out of the car and Elias unfolded himself from the other side, taller than most omegas, shoulders broad, that same unreadable half-smile on his mouth.Marcus’s nostrils fla

The council meeting lasted three hours and solved nothing.I stood at the head of the table in fresh clothes that still smelled faintly of Elias underneath the soap, and listened to the same arguments circle the room like vultures. Scandal. Optics. The northern packs were already sending formal inquiries. A male omega purchased by a male alpha in open auction was unprecedented in living memory. Rumors were spreading that I had taken him as a political slight, or worse, that I had taken him because I preferred him that way.Marcus stayed silent at my right shoulder. The older council members did not.“A public claiming is the only way to quiet this,” one of them said finally. “Present him as your intended Luna. Make the bond visible. Anything less and the other packs will smell weakness.”I kept my face blank. “He is not a Luna in the traditional sense.”“Then what is he?”The question hung in the air. I thought of Elias’s tongue in my ass that morning. The way he had held me open and

Chapter 1 The hotel in Lethbridge smelled like industrial carpet cleaner and old ice. Tyler Reed dropped his duffel on the narrow bed and stared at the schedule taped to the wall. Tomorrow night’s game against the Lethbridge Storm. Against him. Jake Harlan. The other twenty-year-old “can’t-miss” prospect. The one every hockey forum loved to pit against him in endless comment wars. Reed vs. Harlan. Speed vs. power. East vs. West. Fans had been screaming for a head-to-head for two seasons. Tomorrow they would finally get it. Tyler’s team had booked the entire second floor of the lodge. Apparently the Storm had booked the third. Same building. Same shitty continental breakfast. Same thin walls. He stripped out of his travel sweats, grabbed his toiletry bag, and headed for the bathroom at the end of the hall. The team manager had said the private baths were limited, so the shared ones on each floor were first-come. Tyler didn’t care. He just wanted the hot water to beat the travel sti