Taming The Ice: #13 Beckett Storm Novels & Stories

She would be mine for a month to do what I pleased with her. Why did I feel so drawn towards her? I didn’t even like the woman. I hadn’t expected my body to react this way towards the enemy. Maybe it was because I wanted to break her. Yes, that was the only reason. Killian Barlowe was too shrewd to fall for a woman, that too his worst enemy. “Are you facing any problems, Gage?” I stopped before my new events manager, who had filled in for Hendricks. “No, sir. I’m loving the ambiance here.” Gage Stevenson was older and more experienced, having worked in a similar capacity before for a neighboring glamping site. We discussed ways to engage guests of all ages.

She slowly pivoted her head and locked eyes with him, and he could see terror building in hers that seemed to deepen their color from a chocolate brown to almost black when the plane’s wheels left the ground. On instinct, he leaned toward her until their foreheads were touching, maintaining eye contact as he whispered, “Breathe, Trixie. Come on. Deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth. You got this.” She nodded against his forehead, then closed her eyes and focused on her breathing.

She teased him and laughed making Rayton stunned. The first time Beatrix tried to tease him with a smile plastered on her lips, he can’t help but pull her over and corner her between his arms. “Why don’t we just go to our room and I will give you a good impression, hmm?” He whispered to her ears seductively. The cute giggled she tried to suppress scape in her lips, some wolves look at them, and some of them have disbelieved emotion can be seen in their eyes, knowing Beatrix as cold omega chief in the South make them shocked by her action toward Rayton.

"Women are like pets. Given enough time, I can tame her. Make her obedient. Make her learn to love me." The driver immediately fell silent, not daring to utter another word. Moments passed in heavy quiet before Beck exhaled slowly and shut his eyes. His next words were almost a whisper. “Then I can’t let her run.” When he opened his eyes again, the last trace of softness had vanished. What remained was pure, glacial resolve. He reached for his phone with steady precision, his long fingers sliding across the screen before pressing a familiar number—without hesitation.

She was quiet for the longest time, unsettling his wolf. “I guess I should say thank you, so thanks,” she whispered before laying back down. Her sadness was driving his wolf crazy. “I’ll send someone for you,” he barely managed to say before leaving the room to shift and run into the woods. “Beck, sort out the rouge!” Tyson linked his best friend before his wolf had full control. Beck was sitting with his mate and Cain when the demand was broadcasted in his mind. He somehow knew that the rogue would become his problem, which is why he wasn’t all that shocked at the demand. He was actually hoping for it to be his responsibility since he was curious about her.

I screamed, struggling against my restraints. Aiden’s eyes turned a deep, predatory amber. He shifted halfway, his muscles bulging beneath his shirt, his teeth lengthening into fangs. He moved to the left, trying to flank her, his speed incredible. He was an Alpha of Lunar Royal, and he fought with a precision Becca wasn't used to. Becca turned, her movements fluid and eerie. She began to chant something low—words that didn't sound like any language I had ever heard. They were heavy, oily sounds that seemed to dim the light in the room.

Becky didn’t hesitate her blade sang, slicing clean through its throat. Then hell broke loose. Wolves came pouring from the trees. Witches chanted from the dark, slamming magic into our shields. Candy screamed something joyful as she fired her launcher. Cassie was a ghost silent, deadly. And Becky Becky was a force. A hurricane of silver steel and hybrid rage. But then she stopped. Froze. Just for a second. I saw her lips move. “Little hybrid…” I tackled her sideways just as a bolt of dark magic blew apart the earth where she’d been.

As it comes in her hand, she hit it against the walls of the cage and break it with full force. Becky free herself from the demons cage and quickly move towards her wolves, who were back to their forms. She caressed them while holding her bag and got the precious pearls and snowy arrows. "C'mn, its time to fight". She ordered her fur wolves and move towards the disaster area. ...

We both decided to be silent for the rest of our walk to war. As soon as the Alpha called for action, Beckett shifted into his cecaelia, grabbing hold of a rogue vampire with two of his tentacles and pulling it's head off. It's dust quickly became one with the mud, and I nodded my head at Beckett as I quickly turned the blade of my sword backwards to stab a troll that was running at my back. Clearly, he made the mistake of assuming that I was an easy target. Beckett nodded back at me before we both went our separate ways into the fight.