Were What?

by Celia Kyle

  Were What?

  Celia Kyle

  Published: 2011

  ISBN: 978-1-936950-01-0

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  Chapter One

  The minute… No, the very second… Hell, the nanosecond she got away from this guy, Lyla was running straight to Gold’s Gym and buying a membership. Maybe even two. More memberships had to mean more weight loss, right? Shit, she hoped so.

  Lyla chanced a glance behind her and gasped at what she saw. Carl had almost gone full wolf as he chased her. His arms and face were covered in a mottled mix of grey and brown fur. His mouth had contorted and reshaped into a half-formed muzzle, and his hands her his hands had lengthened and were now tipped with fierce, razor-sharp claws. No way would she survive if he caught her. Damn. As pissed as he was at her for running, he’d slice and dice her instead mating. She picked up the pace, cursing herself for wearing three-inch heels instead of comfortable flats.

  As she ran, the fat on her arms wiggled, her ass jiggled, and her thighs rubbed together. She mentally moved Gold’s Gym to the very top of her list, above her next waxing appointment.

  Now, running for her life from a freak of paranature, she finally understood why her mother used to harp on her about taking care of her human body. “Just because your wolf is fast doesn’t mean you won’t be caught human one of these days, baby doll,” her mom used to say.

  Today’s the day, Mom.

  Lyla skidded around a corner, breaking the heel of her left shoe in the process. Fuck! She stumbled, but caught herself before eating the pavement, and managed to only scrape her knee along the concrete. Now the pain in her side from running was accompanied by the searing, throbbing ache in her knee. So not good.

  Her wolf clawed and scratched within, but she’d be damned if she went wolf in this area. Besides, letting the beast free was exactly what the sniveling omega, Carl, wanted.

  Lyla kept running. She pushed Carl’s behavior from her mind. Mutt or not, her Alpha had no right to enforce his power over her.

  So what if she’d reached the ripe old age of thirty without mating. So what if she was a bit pudgy—okay, a lot pudgy. And so what if she worked a near dead-end job with no hopes of advancement, which Mr. Alpha-man felt was beneath a member of his pack, albeit a mutt. Just … So what!

  Her breath came in billowing pants now. The pain from the stitch in her side warred and fought with the almost debilitating ache in her knee. And through it all, her wolf howled and paced within her. It, in its infinite wisdom, felt it could take down the lowly Carl. Good thing Lyla knew better.

  A growl sounded from behind her, and she didn’t dare look back. His shifted hand sliced through the back of her shirt, taking skin and flesh with it, and still she ran, cursing herself with every pounding step.

  Why hadn’t she demanded to be taken home, Alpha’s wrath be damned?

  She shoved the thoughts aside. Rehashing her mistakes during a run for her life wouldn’t solve anything.

  The houses and shops lining the street were dark at this hour. No help would come from within. Not that she expected any. She realized, almost too late, that Carl had driven her to the center of the inner-city wolf territory.

  Fuck me!

  Wait, that’s right, that’s what got her into this mess. The fact that she wouldn’t… Lyla rounded another corner and slammed into a brick fucking wall.

  Where had that come from?

  The momentum of the recoil would have dropped her on her ass if it wasn’t for the large, warm hands encircling her biceps.

  “Whoa. You okay there?” Whiskey rough and ocean deep; if she hadn’t been running for her life for the last twenty minutes, she probably would have fallen at his feet and begged for a fuck.

  As it was, she didn’t. “Run.”

  Lyla didn’t wait to see if the man would listen, she simply tried to tug her arms free and took half a step to bolt around the man. The very big man. The very big man with a death grip on her arms, who wouldn’t let go. Didn’t he realize she was running for her life?

  “Hey, slow down.” She tugged, trying to get free, but his grip held fast. “What’s going on?”

  Damn, the man couldn’t be from the city, and he didn’t smell like a wolf, which meant he had no idea what shit he’d stepped into.

  A low growl sounded behind her. It was low enough for Lyla to hear and feel through her body, but too low for Mr. Friendly to pick up. He must have seen Carl, though, because next thing she knew, she was staring at the man’s back instead of his chest. Idiot.

  Now, not only was she going to be forced to mate with the pack’s omega, she’d be the reason for an innocent man’s death as well. Fuck, could the night get any worse?

  Voice still rough and deep, now it was hard as steel while he spoke. “We got a problem?”

  Lyla tried to shift around him and catch a glimpse of Carl. She’d watched the wolf spar enough and hoped she could sense when he would attack. Maybe she could still save the human, and the night wouldn’t be a total disaster. The man’s fingers wrapped around her wrist and held firm, a silent message to keep her ass still.

  She willed her heart to calm and breathing to slow while she had the chance. Fighting Carl would take all of her energy.

  The man took a step forward, voice low, but even she couldn’t mistake the threat it held. “I said, ‘Do we have a problem?’”

  Each word was enunciated clearly and slowly, and the stranger seemed to grow with every syllable. The idiot even went so far as to take a step toward Carl.

  Lyla grabbed the back of the stranger’s shirt, tugging and pulling at the material with the hope that he’d quit advancing on Carl. The wolf had already been denied a mating and was probably spoiling for a fight. Any second now, and probably without much more pushing, he’d pounce on the well-meaning stranger.

  Carl took a deep, audible breath, and Lyla prepared herself for the impact. She braced her feet on the ground, shoulder-width apart and pressed her front to the stranger’s back. A wolf pounced on its prey. Using momentum, it flung its meal to the ground and landed on top, effectively leaving it helpless. Staying vertical was a big part of staying alive. Of course, it was all for naught.

  “No.” Carl’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “There’s no problem.”

  Soft, shuffling sounds signaling his retreat echoed on the quiet street, and not until even she couldn’t hear the footsteps did she relax.

  “Ho. Ly. Shit.
”

  Lyla hadn’t even realized she’d spoken the words until the stranger responded. “You got that right, sugar.”

  The stranger definitely had a limited vocabulary. After making sure she was okay (which was really weird for Lyla, since no one ever checked on her), he grabbed her hand and tugged her down the street. He glanced back every now and again, probably to make sure Carl wasn’t following.

  Of course, she knew Carl wasn’t anywhere near them now. Carl, the snake in omega wolf’s clothing, had scampered away. And Lyla thought she’d caught the scent of his urine on the wind. Had Carl pissed himself? Over a human? She hoped so.

  Lyla tried, unsuccessfully, to tug her wrist free of the stranger’s grip. “I’m fine, I’ll just head home.” He grunted. She was undeterred and tried again. “Thanks for the help. I’ll just flag a cab…” He snorted. She wasn’t about to give up. “Thank you for stepping in…” “I’m taking you back to my hotel, sugar, unless you want to go to the police?” He stopped, and she careened into his back. She put a bit of distance between them and looked up at his face. His mocking look with its arched eyebrow and the “Aren’t you just a little idiot?” expression.

  “Thank you, but no.” He started walking again, ignoring her protest. “I said no.” He dug in his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. The lights on a nearby SUV blinked, and the horn chirped. “Do you not understand the word ‘no,’ by chance?” He wrenched open the passenger door, and before she could protest further, plopped her onto the leather seat. Wow. The man had to be some sort of shifter to have lifted her like she weighed next to nothing. No one, not even Carl, and he was a wolf, could have lifted her with such ease.

  Lyla was a realist in all things, and her size was one of them. Regardless of her wolf’s abilities, her human form lacked, or didn’t, in certain areas. She had big thighs, big hips (which also meant a big ass), big breasts—which added up to big everywhere. She was just … big. And he’d lifted her as if she were a scrap of paper he found on the ground.

  Yup, definitely a were of some sort. No wonder he hadn’t been freaked by Carl’s half shift. The man had to be one of the big cats for a wolf to back down when he was that far gone. Funny, she didn’t smell cat litter on him.

  “Sugar.” His attention was drawn down the street, and she followed his gaze. Carl stood in the lamplight, two respectful steps behind her Alpha. Mother… “I don’t imagine you’d like to hop out of the truck and go see what those two want?”

  She tore her attention from the two men down the street and locked eyes with the stranger. “No.”

  “Like I said, we’ll be going to my hotel.” She opened her mouth to protest, and he just kept on talking with his deep, lazy drawl. “Let me ask you something. Do either one of those men happen to know where you live?”

  Of course, they did. Every member of the pack knew where other pack members lived. What an asinine question. Then the gravity of the situation and the meaning behind his question sank in. She nodded to answer his question.

  “Well, since you don’t want to go to the police, I guess your objection to coming with me has vanished?”

  She nodded again, slow and easy, as fear churned in her belly and coursed through her veins. Carl had gone and gotten the Alpha. Life with Carl paled in comparison to the punishment she’d suffer at Jacob’s hands.

  Finally, she found her voice. “Your hotel sounds perfect.”

  It wouldn’t take them long to find her, but being surrounded by so many other bodies and the continual supply of cleaning products would help mask her scent.

  Lyla slid back into the seat and clicked the seat belt into place while he closed the door. Her attention shifted to the two weres at the end of the street. Jacob stood almost a foot taller than Carl, with shoulders almost double in width than those of the omega. He was a man no one messed with. Ever. And now, she’d earned his wrath.

  Great. Just fucking great.

  Chapter Two

  Great. Just fucking great.

  Bad enough he’d encountered goddamned weres on his last mission, which damn near shattered his grasp on reality. Now, when he’d finally gotten time off to work through some things, he was forced to face the animals again.

  Shit.

  Didn’t help matters that his protective instincts went into overdrive when he got a look at the woman’s face before shoving her behind him. His cock only managed to get half-hard before wilting when he turned to confront the man—beast—chasing her.

  Michael had to admit, his fight down in Autazes, Brazil, with one of the Puma pride had really opened his eyes to the paranatural side of the world. He’d never spared a thought to werewolves or any other half-human, half-beast being. Now, he’d been slapped upside the head with them, not once, but twice. What a fucking vacation.

  Michael started the SUV and pulled away from the curb. No avoiding driving past the two men standing on the corner. The automatic locks clicked into place as he increased his speed.

  Not taking his eyes from the two men, he reached between the two front seats, into the special hidden pocket he’d had installed for instances like this, and pulled his Glock free. With his thumb, he flicked the safety off. The only way to ensure their safety was to use the gun. He didn’t like it, but damn if he could help it if those two came at him and the woman. He sure as hell wasn’t going to end up some were’s dinner, and he didn’t want to imagine what would happen to her if they got their claws on her.

  He kept his attention on them as he drove past. The smaller man dropped his gaze to the ground, but the other one … he could feel that beast’s hatred boring into him. Alpha. Most definitely, the Alpha. Fuck!

  Without showing fear, as the Army had trained him, he turned the corner and headed toward his hotel. Michael kept the two men in sight through his rearview mirror as he drove down the street and back to a more populated area.

  He’d mistakenly wandered into what had appeared to be a near-deserted area. Sure, homes and shops lined the roads, but no one was out and about. Now he knew why. Weres.

  When he could no longer see the two men, he allowed himself to relax and turned his attention to his passenger. “What’s your name, sugar?”

  She snapped to attention in her seat, and he made a note that she definitely didn’t care for the name “sugar.”

  “Lyla.”

  Mmm. Lyla. He could imagine shouting her name when he came. From the curves he glimpsed, she’d be a wild ride. Not that he should be thinking of anything but keeping her safe from the two weres who were sure to find them. Nope, he shouldn’t be thinking of sinking into her heat, fucking her dry and then making love to her with his mouth until she was soaking wet again. Ab-so-lute-ly not. “And you are?”

  “Michael.”

  She nodded and then turned her gaze to the passing street. O-kay. He could handle being ignored. Then again, she was probably trying to assimilate everything that had happened to her this evening. When she’d finally run into him, her dress was torn, and one of her heels had broken off her shoes. She’d probably been running for a while, since she could barely breathe and was coated in a fine sheen of sweat.

  Michael thought back to his introduction to the paranatural world and fought the threatening shudder. Carlos.

  Michael had mucked through miles of rainforest with the rest of his team, hunting a band of outlaws who had kidnapped the wife of the U.S. Ambassador, only to trudge into the middle of a fucking territory war between the werejaguars and werepumas. Damned cats.

  Carlos had been an inevitable loss of life, because his beast ruled the man and not the other way around. Somehow, he’d ended up in a fight to the death with the man. The fight wasn’t the problem for Michael. It was what he’d been trained to do. From the moment he enlisted, he’d been taught to injure, kill and survive. What the Army hadn’t taught him was how to kill a person who was half cat and half man and live through the consequences. It wasn’t until days later that they found out what had really happened back in the
middle of that shit storm and still today … he couldn’t believe it.

  He felt, rather than saw her stare and pulled his thoughts from the not-so-distant past. “You got something to ask, sugar?”

  It took her a moment to answer, whether from uncertainty or sheer shock, during which he could feel her perusal. “Where are we headed? I’ve got somewhere to be tomorrow…”

  Yeah, he just bet she did. “I’ve got a suite at the Hilton over on Jog.” “Oh. Well, if you’ll just pull over…”

  Michael shot her a look that said “Whothefuckwhat?” which shut her up. She obviously didn’t grasp the danger she was in. Minutes later, he turned into the hotel parking lot and pulled into a space just outside one of the exterior doors.

  The woman, Lyla, seemed to have enough sense to stay put once he cut the engine. He helped her from the SUV and herded her toward the door, all the while conscious of her curves, the sway of her ass and the subtle fragrance of vanilla that seemed to permeate the air surrounding her.

  Idiot. I need to think with the head above my heart, not below.

  It didn’t take long to get from the parking lot to the elevator, Lyla in tow. She remained quiet, but was a continuous presence as he navigated the posh halls of the Hilton. A special key card gained him access to the appropriate floor, and she seemed relieved when she watched him slide it home.

  “I take it he’s not that smart?”

  She blushed, a pale pink staining her lightly tanned cheeks. “Strong? Yes. Smart? Not so much.”

  He chuckled, and she smiled in return. And what a smile it was. His cock sure appreciated the dimples that popped in on her cheeks and the way her pale green eyes seemed to sparkle in the elevator’s low lighting. He realized he was in a lot more trouble than he’d initially thought.