“Yeah, so did we.” Phelan fires back at them as Paris slips out of his hiding spot and up behind them. They turn in time to receive Paris’s fists. Phelan attacks from the other side taking out the blonde on the left. They struggle and Phelan throws him into the brick wall of the alley and I hear him hit it hard with a whack.
My nostrils flare and I pick up their scent as Paris growls at the other one. “They’re human!” I yell at him as I see his werewolf claws come out. However upon my warning the claws receded back to his normal human hands.
Seriously, who sends humans out to capture werewolves? Are they some fucking insane psycho? We have rules about harming humans and turning them. And by we I don’t just mean Paris and I.
No, it’s a common understanding that most werewolf packs and werewolves tend to abide by, or so I’m told. I watch as Phelan and Paris tenderize the human thugs sent for us. They look like rag dolls folding and flopping from the power of the punches the two werewolf males pound them, repeatedly with.
Humans are a hassle to deal with, when it comes to them knowing about werewolves. There are varying degrees of how they respond. Some think we’re like twilight fucking romantic creatures and that they’ll become super pretty, sexy and live a romantic life or something. Others hate us on sight, fear is easy to install and use.
Because they don’t understand us, they simply respond by fearing us, because it’s the easiest thing to do. It’s what they’re comfortable with. Fear of werewolves is what makes these types of humans belief and understanding of the world around them, justify us.
Almost at the same time, both thugs drop to the ground. One a little less worse off than the other. Blondie. His knees hit the ground as he wobbles sideways trying to remain upright. “Leader, talker.” I say pointing from blondie to the guy Paris had royally bloodied up.
Phelan kicks blondie so he falls, dazed and bloody, to the grown completely and Paris and he, pick up the one Paris was beating on, under the arms and pull him upright.
“Who sent you?” Paris roars at him.
The guy’s head can barely sit upright. Phelan grabs the front of his hair and yanks it up.
“Who?” Paris yells into the guy’s swollen and bloody face.
“Do you know blood turns us on? Werewolves, and you’re covered in it, we might just loose our shit and tear you to pieces in a minute, because you smell so fucking nice right now.” Phelan says evilly at him.
Its Phelan’s words that make the guys eyes open and react at the terror we’re itching to be-stow on him. I walk towards him.
“Don’t you fucking touch me!” He pants desperately.
“I’ve had a bad few days since arriving in Canada.” I state standing in front of him. “And right now,” I lean in and sniff at him. “I’d love to tear something apart with my bare teeth.” I say smiling at him and shifting my very human teeth to my werewolf fangs.
I can see the horror cross his face, as his eyes widen. “I think you’d be tender and fleshy and easy to play with,” I state turning my head in an animal fashion to stare at him.
“You can’t! There are rules, right? I know there are rules you have to obey, like your law right?” He states back at me hurriedly as Paris and Phelan tighten their hold on his arms so he is locked up and held tight. Clearly he knows a thing or two about werewolves and our laws. No turning humans, that’s the number one rule.
“Do I look like I give a shit about rules that someone who isn’t me came up with? I’m not in my territory, because someone kidnapped me and brought me here. So why the fuck would I play nice?” I yell the last few words at him because I am genuinely angry. “And you would be a great way to send a message back to your boss.”
I hold up my hand before him and shift my hand to a werewolf claw. He tries to squirm in his hold.
“Oh god, no, please!”
“Then start talking.” I say softly bringing my claw to rest on his chest.
“We owed a guy a favour, he was calling it in. We were in the vicinity you and your friends were last spotted in, out of Edmonton. Our instructions were just to grab you and bring you back to Baniff.”
“Baniff.” Pehlan mutters softly. “As in, Baniff National Park?” He asks.
“Yeah, yeah, the park. We were just supposed to bring you back there, and then you’d get taken off our hands. That’s all I know, honest!” the guy blurts out quickly as his counterpart, blondie, groans from beside us on the ground.
“Who’s the guy you owe the favour to?” I ask him.
His eyes dart around. “Please,” He begs. “I can’t, he’ll kill me.”
My claw presses down on the guy’s shirt covered chest. And I start slicing off buttons with my claws. “If he doesn’t I sure as hell will.”
He gulps down a vat of saliva nervously. “Give us his name.” Paris grows closely into his ear making the guy jump.
“Nicholas Norden.” He blurts out quickly. “It was Nicholas Norden who was calling in his collect.”
Phelan tightens his grip on the guy and twists his arm back painfully, causing the human male to cry out loudly. I hear a wet popping sound and watch as the guys shoulder spasms or something and he starts crying. Phelan lets go of him quickly and the arm looks odd, droops heavily.
“Courtesy of Nicholas Norden. Tell him Pehlan Cavello says hi, he’s fucking dead.” Phelan says stepping back. Paris throws the guy down to the ground and reaches for my hand. Blondie is making more noise now, regaining some sense of consciousness. I look at Phelan and back at the injured guy.
“I dislocated his shoulder, big fucking deal.” He grumbles at me.
“Who’s Nicholas Norden?” I ask as we all turn around and walk back out of the alley, leaving the two thugs on the ground, without any further thoughts of them.
“Our old pack leader from the North West pack.” Pehlan answers me back.
“So now we know who, but we don’t have the why and that means we don’t know if this will deter him from continuing to pursue the three of us.” I say as we all fall into step and back out onto the busy street.
“It won’t deter him.” Phelan replies.
“What makes you say that?” Paris asks Pehlan
“Because I know him.” Phelan mutters angrily. “He’s the man that murdered our father.”
I still immediately without realising it. In all the craziness of the kidnapping and the forest, I‘d never once stopped to think about my biological father. I’d just forgotten all about that. Having just met two brothers I didn’t know had existed, had been a lot to take in.
“Bg?” Paris asks me.
I figured our mother was dead or maybe just lost to the boys as they didn’t seem to have any real knowledge of her beyond their younger years. They’d told me as much back in the forest. I hadn’t even thought about my father, it just hadn’t occurred to me to. I mean, my family were those back in Brooklyn. The man I considered my father, was Dolph Sommers, the man who’d taken me in, adopted me, raised me and loved me until his untimely death.
“B” Paris tries again and I look over at him slowly. “You alright?”
And now, I had another father, and he two was dead. Murdered, just like Dolph Sommers, who’d been poised with wolfs bane, creating a long-drawn out, painful death for the alpha werewolf.
“Cadey” Paris’s voice breaks through my haze.
I nod my head and blink quickly. “Yeah, um, let’s get out of here and meet up with Markus and the others and we’ll figure it all out later.”
19
We regroup and Phelan tells Thane and others who our big bad werewolf is before he, too like me, sits down beside me and we fall into utterly contemplative silence.
The sandwiches that were got for our lunch, taste like dry cardboard to me because I can’t contemplate eating. I’m not hungry. I’m rattled by this information. Not by Thane and Phelan’s old pack leader coming after us. No, from what they told me back in the forest, he seems like a sadistic enough personality to want t
o pursue them for a life time.
No by the revelation that I had a father. Another one, I mean, of course I did, right? But that he too, a werewolf was murdered and I never got to know him, just like I never got to know my mother.
It just rattles me to my core, because there seems to be something associated with this feeling I can’t shake that is beyond sadness, but I can’t put my finger on it. I put the sandwich down and give up trying to eat.
“Hey,” Markus says beside me in a low voice. “What’s on your mind?”
I look at him, Markus Sommers, my brother, my real brother, my heart, and soul. We’ve been through so much together, on an emotional level that others just wouldn’t understand.
I sigh heavily. “I’m not sure I can put it into words just yet.” Markus bless him nods his head in understanding.
“You know I’m here for you, anytime. Always.” He says back at me holding my gaze.
“Altijd.”
He pulls me close and hugs me tightly.
20
“He’s already murdered our father, tore our family apart once, he cannot be allowed to do it again.” Thane says passionately angry as he looks around our group. His eyes landing on me and Phelan. “Not now, not ever.”
Thane’s words make me realise something else I never considered in all this commotion. How the Cavello brothers felt about me, having found me, so to speak, again. Do they want a sister? Does being a twin, really seeing and being a twin now, make Phelan feel complete? Did he ever not feel whole?
I’ve noticed a feeling between us. Like something has snapped right into place, automatically now that we’ve been around each other more. Is it the twin bond thing that twin siblings go on about?
After lunch, we drive again and decide that given this new information, about who is after us, and therefore how persistent he is likely to be, that we would indeed put distance between us and Nicholas Norden.
We find a luxury hotel and all I want to do at this stage is to get a decent nights rest in and then get to Quebec in the morning. Being tired, is tiring. Especially when you add in the emotional baggage on top of it all. Emotional warfare is worse than any physical tiredness, any day of the week. I lace my fingers through Paris’s and we head towards our room. I hope it has a bath, I could do with a deep, cleansing soak right now. I don’t want to think of anything but relaxing.
Paris carries our bags in and put them down and I look around. “Oh yeah, this will do.” I state looking around the suite. The main room is the entire size of the bedroom from the motel we just stayed in. Paris walks off into the bedroom with our baggage.
“There’s a spa in here.” He calls out to me, as I wander over to the windows that give us a spectacular sight over the city. Lights come on as it gets dark and the city looks romantically busy.
“Dibs on the spa.” I reply.
Paris chuckles and I feel him walk up behind me and I lean back on his solid chest.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you B.” He says softly kissing the top of my head.
“What about Phelan and Thane? Will you protect them too?” I ask looking out into dusk settling into night outside.
“For you, anything.” He affirms.
I turn around in his arms and slid my arms around his neck. “Yes, please look after them, like you would me.” I say back at him just to be clear.
Paris tilts his head. “B, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, anything at all, especially if it meant making you happy. Of course I’ll protect them.” He dips his head to kiss me and our lips sear together, heatedly.
Lips slowly moulding to one another building heat inside and out. My wolf feels the closeness of Paris’s to her. Paris kisses his way down my neck.
“Oh” I mutter softly as his lips keep moving down my skin. Damn it, we can’t shift in a fucking hotel room. We’ll mess it up to an unexplainable degree.
“You okay with a room service dinner tonight, I really don’t want to let you out of my sight little wolf.” His tongue traces my collar bone. “Being stuck in a car with you all day and not getting to touch, must be a new form of torture that’s just been invented to piss me off.” He mutters as his lips keep kissing my skin. I groan and start removing my top.
“I want you.”
“I never stop wanting you.” Paris replies back at me as he tugs his t-shirt off quickly. My loins are heating up just from his words and his eyes on me. I can the heated wetness seep into my underwear. I can’t wait for him to touch me. The anticipation just from his words and actions now, is going to drive me to my limits.
“You can take me, any damn way you want me.” I say smiling as I slip off the last of my clothing. Standing completely naked before him. Paris’s eyes roam over me, up and down my body and his hand is on his hardened cock, stroking it.
“I’m going to take you hard, right here, on this floor. Tell me to stop if you don’t want me to.” He says back at me and closes the space between us and pushes my shoulders down so I am kneeling on the luxury carpet of our expensive suite.
The alpha and beta. I smile looking up at him. I know my place when we go into this mind-set, it only leads to the best pleasure I’ve ever experienced before. “All fours.” He says watching me lower myself till my hands are flat on the ground and I am kneeling with my ass in the air. “God, you have a cute ass.”
He lowers himself to kneel down behind me, his hands skimming over my back, over the rounds of my ass. Squeezing my cheeks and rubbing them with his hands.
“Do you want to spank me, Alpha?” I ask huskily as he plays with my ass.
“No, spanking is for punishment little wolf, you’ve done nothing to displease me. I just want to pleasure you, reward you, and be with you.” Paris says pressing the head of his cock against me and I feel him push his way into me, stretching me. My wetness, from anticipating his touch, lubricates his cock and he slips in easily.
“Dieu.” He mutters heavily and I know, he is still reeling from what has happened to me, from being separated from me. “I want to give you pups.” He mutters softly and draws his hips back to thrust back into me. “I want you by my side, not just for a day in a car, as my mate for life.” He thrusts sharply and we rock together, fast and hard, riding each other’s body to our pressing pleasure.
I get lost in the rising sensation that surges through my body, easily with every touch of his body to mine. There is a werewolf racing me down in this body. Both of us want to go as fast as we can, till we find that freedom, that ultimate bliss that can only come from the male werewolf pounding me now.
“Yes, yes.” the word slips from between my lips and I pant because breathing is too complex a motion to remember to keep up.
My body is being tested by how long it contain my pleasure, by seeing how much I can cope with as I seek its release. Our love making is hard and fast and consuming. But I wouldn’t have it any other way, this is how our love builds, grows and it sweeps me up and up, making the sensations of our connection and attraction, go higher until there is nowhere else to go.
We come for once, at the same time, shouting our pleasure with a need to reclaim ourselves to one another.
We collapse to the floor and lay there, spooning, Paris behind me, still inside me. I can feel his heart beating like crazy and I know, he has given me all that he is.
Paris moves behind me and bites the back of my neck before licking the bite as I sigh, still trying to catch my breath again.
“I love you.” He states simply.
21
There is something disturbing me about this new information that Phelan has uncovered about Nicholas Norden. As a result I find myself unable to sleep contentedly as my lover and pack mate beside me.
I slip out from under Paris’s heavy arm and get dressed. Staying still is just fuelling my brain, and all the thoughts that bounce around in it.
I grab a hotel key card and make my way out of the room. I need to go for a run or a walk. I feel conflicte
d, emotionally, physically. I feel utterly off balance with all that has happened in the past few days. I feel like the ground is shifting under me and I don’t belong anywhere, so it won’t become solid if I can’t become whole.
But going out alone would be incredibly stupid, I’m more than aware of that, so I take the lift and head to the hotel’s gymnasium. I can think all I want as force my body to wear itself down by working out. It’ll help me feel calmer.
Walking into the gym, I realise I’m not alone. There is someone else there in the dim light of the equipment, on an exercise bike, cycling away.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” Phelan says at me as I make my way over to the elliptical walkers.
“Not a chance.”
He nods his head and keeps cycling. “I feel like that.” He says looking directly at me. “Like I’ve got no chance to absorb this in my own way. Like it won’t stop.”
I step onto the elliptical walking machine. “No wonder you can’t sleep then, with anxiety like that just whirling around inside you.”
“You’re up here too, in case you didn’t notice. Not with your mate.” He throws back at me. “So don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
I look at the buttons for programming the walker. “I’m not. But I have a rule on the bad guys getting access to my head space.”
“And yet,” He trails off as I figure out how to power the machine on.
“Well this all rather uniquely new to me, so excuse me while I try to take it in and roll with the punches at the same time.”
“Multi talented hey?” He says.
“You have no idea.” I frown still looking at the key pad before me.
He chuckles and dismounts the exercise bike. “Here,” he says pressing a few button on the keypad before me. “Try that setting.”
I start moving on the machine. “Thanks,” I look at him and we hold the look.
“You’re welcome.”
“Has it always just been you and Phelan since you left the pack?” I ask him as he stands beside my machine.
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