by Marian Tee
Nine hours.
If he was flying away, was nine hours long enough for him to realize who she was to him – and who he was to her?
She closed her eyes. I love you, Domenico. I love you.
****
Domenico told himself it was for the best. He repeated the words over and over in the entire four-hour journey, from the time they transferred to the family jet and flew to where they were meeting with their new business partners.
But when they made it to the airport, Domenico knew he couldn’t just let it go like that.
“Father, I can’t go with you.”
Dio stilled at the words. “Why not?”
He looked at his father. He was tired of being too stubborn, of being too proud, and being too damn stupid. “The woman you had thrown out of my suite was lying. She wasn’t there to blackmail me, and she wasn’t even drunk.”
“So the women in the bedroom—”
Domenico said flatly, “Because you told me I’m good at fucking my brains out, that was exactly what I did.”
Dio flinched.
“I’m not blaming you for it,” he clarified swiftly when he saw his brother shoot him a frowning look. Domenico knew if he didn’t explain himself now, it would be the past all over again. “I just wanted you to know why I did it. I don’t want it to be as before – both of us saying or doing things we don’t mean.”
Dio said gruffly, “I apologize, too. I apologize for being too harsh on you. I know…I know I have never told you this, but it’s only because I’m afraid that your wild, reckless side would get you taken away from me again. When you were kidnapped – it was the worst time of my life. Remembering it made me tougher on you. I thought if I could make you more circumspect, you would never take any kind of risk…”
“But instead I did the opposite,” Domenico finished heavily. So many damn years had been wasted, and all because neither of them had been able to be honest.
Danilo cleared his throat. “I hate to interrupt your tearful reunion—”
“Smartass,” Domenico muttered.
“I think the same many times,” Dio said under his breath.
Danilo grinned. “Oh, so you two are on the same side now, is that it?” His voice sobered. “Are you flying back to look for that woman?”
“Her name is Misty.” And as he said it, Domenico realized with a start that it was all he knew of her. That and the fact that she worked for the family.
“Misty then. I’m afraid I have bad news. I tried to have her followed, but somehow, all the cameras in our building were down. No one’s been able to pinpoint even the direction she’s headed.”
“But she was working for us. She said so. Surely we have her on our own records—”
“I already had Avery check all our records. She’s not in any of them.”
“I’ll still fly back,” Domenico said curtly. “I’ll find her, one way or another.” He didn’t know why he had to right now. All he knew was that he had to find her this very moment, the sooner, the better. Maybe it was the way she had looked at him before he had allowed security to take her away like a goddamn coward. It was as if she loved him, as if she wanted him to know that she loved him because the knowledge that he was loved was her way of saying goodbye.
****
Misty sat on the floor of the bookstore across the Morettis’ building, watching the sun sink lower and lower as morning darkened into afternoon.
She looked at her watch. 01:01
An hour and a second to live.
She touched her heart, but still it beat normally, her love for Domenico never wavering.
It no longer made sense to love, to keep waiting, to keep hoping.
But she did all three anyway.
I love you, Domenico.
The words made her want to cry, but it also made her feel stronger at the same time.
Time ticked by.
00:56
I love you, Domenico.
00:45
Would the jinn truly allow her to die here? Perhaps she would be like Sleeping Beauty, and maybe it would just be one long sleep for her until a prince in wolf’s clothing came to wake her with a kiss.
00:32
Her eyes drifted closed, and pulling her legs up, she tucked her knees under her chin and bowed her head down.
00:24
I love you, Domenico.
****
Domenico’s heart was beating hard, and he found it hard to breathe. He stood right outside the building his family owned and looked around him wildly. She was out there somewhere. He could feel it in his guts, like a guardian angel whispering to him what he needed to know.
He looked around again, trying to narrow down the places she could go to.
A nightclub? No, Misty was no part-goer.
A coffee shop? Not likely. Misty didn’t seem to be much of a moper.
A bookstore?
He stilled.
Yes, he could see her doing that.
She was a dreamer. Only dreamers wore their hearts on their sleeves like Misty did.
The thought had him breaking into a run, and he nearly shoved the people who blocked his way as he burst through the bookstore’s doors. His entire body shuddered with relief when he found her on the floor, looking like a little kid taking a nap.
He fell to his knees across her.
Her eyes slowly blinked open. “Domenico?”
God, she sounded so frail. Somehow, he knew that was his fault.
“Who else?” He tried to sound teasing, but the words came out uneven.
“I saw you…fly away.”
“You did.”
“But you’re here now.”
“I came back as fast as I could.” He tucked loose strands of her hair behind her ears, unsurprised to find his hand shaking.
“You turned into a werewolf?”
“A what?”
“You’re a wolf. I know you’re a wolf.”
If she didn’t sound so drowsy, he would have thought her insane. “No. I’m not. I’m a prince, a billionaire, an ex-playboy, but I’m not a werewolf.”
“Oh.”
He inhaled sharply. “Misty…I know I have no right to ask this after the shitty things I did to you, but I’m going to ask it anyway.” He looked into her eyes. “Will you be mine?”
“Not for…sharing?” Her voice broke, and it still sounded so weak it terrified him.
He said hoarsely, “Never again. If you take me, I’m yours...only yours.”
She touched his face. “D-do you think you’re in love with me?”
He shook his head.
She looked like she was about to cry.
“I’m going to sound as crazy as you are,” he whispered just before hauling her into his arms, “but I know I love you.”
Their lips touched.
When Misty opened her eyes, she was still in Domenico’s arms, but they were back in the forest and the jinn was standing in front of them.
Domenico began shaking her. Then he embraced her, tightly, just before shaking her again, as if unable to make up his mind about what he wanted to do more. “You idiot,” he grated. “You goddamn, lovable idiot. You actually thought of letting yourself die—” The words had him cupping her face and kissing her hard.
When he pulled away, Misty was stunned to find Domenico’s face was white with pain. “Domenico—”
“How could you even think I just got used to you?” he whispered starkly. “Are you really an idiot? I love you, Misty. I love you.”
She said shakily, “You were very nasty as a human.”
Laughter rocked his strong body even as he brushed his lips against her tenderly. “I’m sorry.”
She hugged him tightly. Her body trembled hard against his, and she knew it was out of relief. She had been so close – so darn close to dying. “The ‘vajayjay’ worked though,” she whispered to him.
He didn’t say a word.
“Thank you also for telling me about your mom’s
wish coming true. I think that helped me, too.”
Domenico still didn’t say a word. The best of marriages, he told himself, were founded on the most critical secrets.
She pulled away. “But you know one thing I really liked about you in that world?”
He asked incredulously, “You actually found something to like?”
Misty nodded. “I love how you were so fashionable. You actually wore skinny jeans there. I saw it in one of the magazines when I was trying to…distract myself.”
Domenico winced.
“And you were so playful, and you weren’t working all the time—”
He said testily, “I don’t want to hear any more.” But his hold was gentle and careful as he helped his wife to her feet.
Misty’s eyes widened. “Are you…jealous?” She tried not to smile, but it was no use. “Are you jealous…of yourself?”
“Shut up.” Domenico looked at the jinn. “Our agreement?”
“She already knows.”
The words made Misty’s smile fade. When Domenico looked at her, she nodded. She did know and it weighed on her because the knowledge, she knew, would hurt a lot of people and reopen old wounds.
Domenico scooped Misty up in his arms. Looking at the jinn, he said frankly, “No offense meant, jinn, but I hope never to see you again.”
Misty gasped. “Domenico!”
The jinn’s face remained expressionless. “That is always how it is.”
Misty said hurriedly, “Don’t listen to him—” She frowned. “What is your name? I don’t think you ever told us.”
The jinn slowly cocked her head to the side, as if unable to understand why Misty even had to know. “Do you wish to know my name?”
“Never mind about that,” Misty said nervously. “I just mean…you don’t have to be a stranger.”
“She has,” Domenico argued.
“No, she does not.” She looked back at the jinn. “You should come back and visit. I promise to tell you lots of jokes.”
The jinn looked…mildly interested.
“That’s it,” Domenico said determinedly. “We’re going back before you end up wishing for something again.” He said over his shoulder, “Jinn, go away and never come back. No offense meant.”
“None is taken. But I may be back.”
Domenico pretended not to hear the last words. It would only give him nightmares.
When the jinn disappeared from view, Misty said, “You were very rude—” The rest of her words was lost in a gasp as Domenico suddenly lowered her to her feet and guided her hands to a medium-sized tree trunk, one which she could wrap her arms around. “Umm, Domenico?”
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said calmly.
“Here?” she squeaked. “Now?”
“Yes.” He palmed her butt, and just the gesture alone had her squirming with desire.
“But—”
“I need to erase his smell on you.” The next second, he had ripped her jeans away.
Misty turned red all over, but it wasn’t just because of embarrassment. “Domenico…” Her voice came out as a weak protest, and she found herself interlocking her fingers around the trunk tightly, her body tensing in anticipation of his possession.
She tensed even more when he leaned over her, his hard chest pressing against her back as his rigid cock nudged against her aching flesh. “When I fuck you,” he whispered, “I want you to scream…”
His whispered words made Misty’s eyes widen. “Are you serious—”
Domenico thrust into her without warning.
She hugged the trunk tightly, her breasts bouncing under her at the strength of his thrusts.
“Say it now,” he growled.
“But…”
“Say it or I’ll stop.”
When he started to withdraw his cock, she panicked. “I’ll say it.”
Domenico turned her face to him and kissed her possessively, his lips devouring hers, his tongue laying claim to her sweet, delicious mouth. “I love you, wife.”
When he released her, he was satisfied to see her eyes hazy with desire, her cheeks pink with embarrassment, and her lips swollen from his kiss. Holding her hips, he pushed forward, balls-deep into her.
Misty whimpered. “Oh my God—”
“Say it.”
As his thrust rocked her body, his cock making her eyes roll back, she cried out, “I love you, my werewolf husband.” It was the only way to distinguish the Domenico in that world from the Domenico in this.
“Not enough stress on the word,” he growled, still jealous as hell over the way she had practically glowed while describing him in the jinn’s alternative world.
Domenico fucked her harder, grinding his cock into her as hard as he could—
She screamed, “I love Domenico Moretti, my WEREWOLF husband—”
****
Back in the training field of the Adelardi pack, all movements came to a screeching halt when they heard the human wife of Domenico Moretti scream.
Before her, Calys’ two hundred students were divided between shock and infatuation.
She looked at her Cavaliere, her cheeks red. “Why is she saying that?”
Alejandro said honestly, “I’m almost absolutely certain my brother made her.”
“Why?”
His eyes took a lazy, seductive gleam. “I’m not sure of that either, but it sounds good. Do you want to give it a try later, my Queen? You could scream ‘my werewolf Cavaliere’ instead.”
“Alejandro!”
THE END
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Enjoy as well the story of Alessandro’s twin, Alejandro, as he becomes the werewolf bodyguard of Calys, the pack princess also known as “the human monster”, in exchange for her presence in his bed.
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Enjoy an excerpt of Wolf Fight.
Even as my body swayed towards him, a silent plea for Alejandro to continue pinching my nipples, I tried valiantly to reclaim my thoughts. “I wanna tell you that…you are no ordinary…Lyccan.”
Boy oh boy, but he wasn’t, not when he was so masterfully good at making my body melt. Those wonderful fingers of his were pulling on my nipples now, plucking and plucking them like a flower with an endless stream of petals.
I found myself gripping his shoulders. Hard. I had to. My knees had practically given out at his relentless attack on my senses. A whimper escaped me as Alejandro lowered his head. Oh, no. He couldn’t—
He did. His mouth replaced his fingers, his lips closing over my nipple like a favorite candy meant to be savored. It felt so good, but I couldn’t let myself be swept away by it. If I didn’t speak my piece now, I must forever hold my peace.
When I felt his teeth actually scraping against my nipple, I knew I was this close to losing my mind. The words tumbled out. “You can restore your family’s name. You’re not Alejandro Moretti for nothing. But you have to remember…aaaaah…”
He bi
t my nipple.
I gasped, “You have to remember that with great power comes—”
Alejandro stopped biting my nipple. He raised his head and asked, “Did you just quote Spiderman to me?”
Voices coming from another approaching group of shifters saved me from the embarrassment of replying. Before I could figure out what was happening, Alejandro had swiped my costume from the floor and got me into it. And then we were speeding away.
When he finally stopped, the world spun around me. Although the shifters in my family could be as fast, I didn’t really make a habit of letting them sweep me into their arms and using them as mobile cars. When the world stopped moving, I realized he had brought me to my dressing room.
My eyes flew to him in surprise.
“I traced your scent back to this place,” he said simply. Looking at me with a hooded gaze, he said, “I’ll be your Cavaliere.”
That stunned me even more. “Y-you will?” He couldn’t even be bothered to defend his own pack’s reputation, but he was willing to give me his allegiance? It didn’t make sense, and I found myself blurting out, “Don’t you care that I’m…”
He raised a brow. “That you’re what?”
“That I’m…” That I’m a human monster, I wanted to say but couldn’t.
Understanding dawned in his gaze. “Do you mean when you transitioned from kitty to hellcat?”
I choked. Never had I imagined my abilities described in such a way.
“Am I right then?”
I nodded.
“If you want me to be honest…I find it a fucking turn on.”
My eyes widened.
He shrugged. “I told you, little kitty. You’re the kind of girl after my cock. You intrigue me.”
“A-and that’s it?” I asked incredulously even as I did my best not to blush at his words. How easy it was for him to say such things. “You’ll be my Cavaliere because of that—”
He said coolly, “I will not be for free, little kitty.”
Oh. He wanted money. I told myself I wasn’t disappointed. “You want payment.” I hadn’t heard any rumors about the Morettis being poor, but maybe he had been disinherited recently for his wrongdoings.
