Still stunned, Sarah could barely comprehend what he was saying. “You ordered my arrest.”
“I needed to get you back here where I could tell you the truth, to help you develop the skills that will protect you in war.”
This wasn’t happening. It couldn't be true. But it was. He spoke the truth. She felt it, saw it in his strange but incredibly beautiful eyes.
Sarah started to shake and her knees were suddenly weak. Kole was somehow there, holding her up and carrying her to the living room. She sat on the couch and cried, unable to stop the tears, feeling the loss of her family all over again. For someone who was a warrior, she was doing a lot of crying. And then she sat with the King and they talked for hours. Kole was by her side the entire time, mostly silent, a rock who made her stronger.
“My parents-”
“Were the Duncans,” he said. “I know. They earned that place in your life. I can only hope that one day you will allow me to be a second father.”
“Did they know?” she asked, remembering a few jokes about how different she looked from her blonde sister and mother. Remembering how awkward those jokes made her family. They’d known and she rephrased her question. “Did they know I was yours?”
“Yes.”
Questions flew from Sarah, one after another. Hours passed until the King finally pushed to his feet. “I must go, but Sarah, my child, I hope that you will allow me to claim you as heir to the throne.” His gaze shifted to Kole. “And mate to the leader of the Royal Guard Pack.” He bowed his head and then he was just gone.
Kole whistled. “I didn’t know he could do that, but then, it seems everyone is popping in and out of rooms these days. We should inquire about the magic potion for that. There must be one since everyone is doing it but us. We need to find some for us. It would sure make the late night pizza runs easier.”
Suddenly Sarah was smiling, all the uncomfortable emotions fading away, or at least taking a fifteen minute intermission. Something about Kole and how he responded to things, always made mountains seem more like hills. She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you, Kole.”
He wrapped her in his strong arms. “It was the chocolate chip cookies that won you over, wasn’t it?”
“No.” She laughed. “Okay maybe. I loved the cookies but its not just the cookies.” Her chest tightened, and her smile softened. “It’s how you are here for me. How even when we aren’t fighting, you really do have my back.”
He stroked hair from her face, his expression turning tender. “I will always have your back.” He wiggled an eyebrow. “One wicked day at a time.” He slid her robe from her shoulders and spent the next few hours making sure she knew just how wicked he could be.
Later that night, the two of them curled together in bed, talking about her family, about the king, and their future together. It mattered to her that he’d known that she wasn’t ready to talk right when the king had left, that he’d listened, truly listened, when she’d shared her thoughts and fears. He’d given her a choice to wait until she was ready to share those things with him. And right now and forever, she chose him.
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Wicked Werewolf Passion
By Lisa Renee Jones
Copyright 2012
The Werewolf Society
Book 3
Book 1: Wicked Werewolf Night
Book 2: Wicked Werewolf Secret
Copyright 2012 Lisa Renee Jones
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The Past...
Six years before Wicked Werewolf Night
and
Wicked Werewolf Secret...
Chapter One
Carmen Neal, daughter to one of The Werewolf Council’s leaders, was fighting mad. The source of her anger was the wolf standing in front of her in the training facility of the secret headquarters of The Werewolf Society housed inside Vegas’ ‘Hotel Italy’, her personal bodyguard for the past six months.
She circled him on the mat, and he didn’t move. He just watched her with those wickedly sexy green eyes of his and waited for her to attack. Damn Shi McKnight, he might be six feet four inches of hot alpha male, with long raven hair streaked with the most unique red she’d ever seen in her life, and he might even be the hottest man she’d ever seen, but he was such a hard-ass. He pushed her too hard and she reacted. She pushed him hard and he didn’t. She was tired of being pushed and she was damn tired of him not reacting.
Carmen threw a punch and he caught her wrist. She drew the silver and gold blade in her ankle boot he’d given her on their first day in the gym three months before but didn’t manage more. He twisted her around so that her back was to his front. His body, hot and hard, surrounded her. “You can’t fight with your emotions or you’ll die.”
“What do you expect me to do, Shi?” she demanded. Her mother had had her throat ripped out by a bloodlust infected vampire seeking the high werewolf blood delivered. Her father would have died too if not for the magic of a witches coven aiding the Society, and she wasn’t sure he wasn’t better off dead in his present state. She squeezed her eyes shut, her voice lowering to a whisper. “What do you expect me to do?”
“You have to find a place to put the pain, sweetheart. Then you have to fight.”
Sweetheart. He used endearments when they were alone. He looked at her like he wanted to gobble her up. He left the room in moments and she knew he was trying to control himself. And yet, he never acted on what was between them. For three of the six months since magic had saved her father and pain had driven him insane, and she’d come back to this world thanks to Shi, they’d played this damn game of hot and cold. She couldn’t take it anymore. “Damn you, Shi, don’t call me sweetheart unless you’re finally going to do something about us.”
She felt his body tense and he buried his face in her neck. “You know why I can’t.”
She twisted in his arms and let the blade fall to the ground, her fingers curling on his chest.“Damn the council, the Guard and their rules, Shi. You know me like no one else.” He’d lost his family to rogues as well and while it might have been nearly a century before, he still lived the pain. She saw it in him, and he understood it in her. “You want me and I want you.”
“Carmen-”
“I couldn’t have made it through the past few months without you, Shi.” He was the one who’d gotten her out of bed when she didn’t think it was possible. He was the one who’d shared nearly every meal with her since, who’d convinced her a month before to go to her job as the PR rep for the seven hotels the Society used as a cover-up operation. “I need you. I need us.”
His eyes softened. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
“I’m stronger because you held me up.” And he had. He was such a loner, but he’d opened up to her – slowly but surely. Told her about his family, his life. They wanted each other. They needed each other, and still he held back. “What are we doing, Shi?”
“A Guardsman does not get personally involved with someone he protects, let alone a council member’s family. It’s a matter of honor and a Court Marshall offense.”
“Then ask to be replaced. Please. Just ask to be replaced.”
“I’m not letting anyone else protect you.”
“You can still protect me. I can protect me thanks to you.”
A turbulent look slid across his handsome face. “We still can’t be, Carmen. The council, the Guard, your father, will assume we started something before my departure.”
She’d come this far, dared to push him this boldly and she wasn’t stopping now. “And when I reach twenty-three next year? When I hit ‘The Day of the Wolf’?” It was when a female of their race stopped aging for fifty years, but more importantly, when she became fertile with her mate, if she was lucky enough to find that rare match. But she was that lucky, because she knew in her heart, this man was her mate.
His eyes heated, and the green took on an amber glow. He felt it, too. He knew what she did. She was his mate. It was the only explanation for how intensely they wanted each other. “Then,” he said, a deep rasp to his voice, “no one can keep you from your mate.”
Her chest tightened, throat went dry. Carmen wet her lips. “In all these years, you’ve never found your-”
“I did. Yes.”
This shocked her and ripped at her in a way that neared physical pain. It didn’t matter. There could be more than one match until a bond was complete unless he loved her...unless... “But you aren’t mated.” Otherwise, he wouldn’t want her. He’d only want his mate.
“She was a rebel who tried to kill me.” His jaw tightened. “Instead, I killed her.”
She was appalled, and not because he’d killed her. Rebels were vicious monsters who fed on flesh and death. Good Lord, his life had been filled with horrific pain. “Did you...think you cared for her before....it happened?”
“I didn’t even know her. I didn’t want to know her. I damn sure didn’t want a mate who was a rebel.”
“Of course not. Who would? That would be a curse.”
“Even if she hadn’t been a rebel, I didn’t want to care about anyone enough to feel their loss ever again.”
She wet her lips, and his gaze followed the movement. “After what I’ve been through, I can’t say I blame you.” She hesitated. “But it happened to me anyway.” Her chest tightened. “You have come to mean so much to me, Shi.”
They stared at one another, and she could feel him everywhere, inside and out. Her skin was on fire. Her heart was thundering. Suddenly, he growled low in his throat and she was whirled around and pressed to the wall. “I didn’t want to give a damn.”
“But you do,” she whispered. “Tell me you do. I really need to hear you say it.”
“Too damn much.” And then, he was kissing her, his mouth slanting over hers, his tongue pressed between her lips.
Carmen moaned with the sweet bliss of it, her arms wrapping around his neck. She pressed into him, unable to get close enough, incapable of getting enough of him. This was what she needed. He was what she needed. She was lost in this man and she wanted to be lost in him forever. Here she was safe. Here she belonged. Here she felt no pain. Suddenly though, Shi pulled away. Shoved back from her and put space between them. Carmen was panting, trying to breathe when the door of the training room opened and her father walked in.
A gasp slid from her lips as the rush of her father’s anger washed over her. Alexander Neal was six feet five, with long blonde hair, and though he looked not a day over thirty-five, was two hundred years old. His presence, even in his current state of barely normal, was intense, but add anger to the mix, and it was suffocating.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Carmen didn’t look at Shi. She just acted, knowing that though Shi could mask the scent of his desire, she could not. Her father would know she wanted Shi and in his unstable condition, barely out of the hospital, she wasn’t sure how he’d react.
“Training, father,” Carmen said quickly, noting the odd blue hue of his eyes that said the magic they swore was out of his system wasn’t and it scared her. “We were just-”
Her father started to laugh hysterically, an insane quality to his voice. Carmen blinked in shock and looked desperately at Shi, whose hand was on the blade at his waist. “Go get the doctor, Carmen,” he ordered, without looking at her.
A second later, her father launched himself at Shi. Carmen screamed and took off for the hall, shouting for help, until she watched Nico Moore, the leader of the Royal Guard, and several other wolves, rush forward. She turned back to find Nico and her father rolling around on the ground, in vicious battle.
Eleven months later...
It was after sunset when Shi stopped at the door of The Benedanti bar inside ‘Hotel Italy’, and instantly he knew she was there. He knew by the sweet spicy scent of wolf and woman. He knew by the way his skin prickled and his blood burned in his veins. Leaving had killed him, and each day away had eaten him alive, but it was the only way to be sure there could come a day when he could be with Carmen. And he would be. She was his mate. He knew it with every part of himself. Still, he’d tried to convince himself that time and distance would change the way she made him burn. He didn’t want to care about her. He didn’t want to fear for her. He didn’t want to find out he’d been destined for a mate who was a rebel and fallen in love with a woman he could never have. But there was no escaping what he felt. Just being in the same building as her and he was on fire, burning up with need.
“Long time no see, man,” the doorman, Lucas Smith, was a tall, burly dark haired wolf who ensured the humans on the other side of the hotel didn’t make it inside the VIP location. VIP because, unknown to the humans that frequented the casino, it catered to the wolves they didn’t know existed, most especially the Royal Guard who protected their council. Lucan arched a brow. “Where ya been? I thought you Guardsman stayed close to the council and kept them all warm and fuzzy and safe.”
“My warm and fuzzy skills needed recharging and like you give a shit anyway.”
Lucas’s lips twisted wryly. “Hey man. I give a shit. Just don’t get warm and fuzzy with me.”
“Not a problem,” Shi assured him, clearing the high doorway meant to accommodate the common height of a male wolf, in his case, six feet four inches. Shi didn’t do warm and fuzzy, but had an especially intense distaste for the kind of warm and fuzzy meant to hide deceit that had stuck with him the past hundred years, since the slaughter of his family. Since this place had become home. Only it hadn’t been home the past eleven months. Not since Nico had all but shackled him and shipped him off on special assignment, away from temptation and the slammer. His gut clenched. Without even saying goodbye to Carmen. Because Nico was right. You wouldn’t have said goodbye. You had to let him do it for you. It was true. Shi knew this. And while Carmen’s father had seemed to recover without memory of the attack, the risk of triggering that memory too soon could be grave. Which brought Shi to the question he’d had since Nico’s short phone call and command he return. Why had Nico summoned him when Carmen’s birthday was still
a month away? Whatever was going on had to be big because Nico didn’t take unnecessary risks.
Shi paused at the top of the set of stairs that separated him from her, the sound of old school rock n’ roll blaring through the wooden floors. Everything inside him screamed to go to her, when he knew how dangerous that was, how forbidden she was.
Damn it to hell Nico, what am I doing here and why is she at the same place I am?
With a low growl, Shi raked a rough hand through his long, red-streaked black hair, steeling himself for the impact of seeing the woman he’d left until he knew for certain their future. He hit the bottom step and brought his old familiar hangout into view, the packed stools at the mahogany bar to his left, the equally packed tables to his right. He made a b-line towards the back room that Nico, and his Second in Charge, Kole, favored, his skin prickling with the certainly she was near.
“Shi!”
He heard Carmen’s voice, before he saw her, his name on her lips spoken in the soft, feminine sweetness, and then suddenly she was in front of him, throwing her arms around his neck. He inhaled the scent of her long, red hair, and emotion welled in his chest, the kind he didn’t want to feel for anyone again in this lifetime, but she managed to create in him. A hot rush of heat followed that emotion, desire ripping through him, uncontrollable in a way a male of his age didn’t experience unless he was with his one mate. Her breasts pressed to his chest, her lush curves melded to his body. Somehow, his hand settled on her back without moving.
“Oh God, I can’t believe you’re here,” she whispered in his ear, and pulled back. “I missed you.” Her hands were still on his arms, her brows dipping as she inspected him. “Don’t you dare look like you’ve committed a crime by hugging me. You were my bodyguard during the worst time of my life. I damn well get to hug you when I see you again.” She blinked up at him, and he could see the glimmer of dampness in her eyes, her voice lowering. “I...we...”
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