Romy Nichole realizes she’s destined for greatness when she discovers Chuck Hayes, the MC’s President, is her mate. While she’s anxious to take her position in his life and in his bed, Romy understands she must push aside a few obstacles first.
Enter Molly McPherson. Move past those pretty blue eyes and sexy body, and Molly is nothing more than a vixen with an agenda. She has her sights set on Romy and doesn’t appear to have much interest in anything else.
Fully prepared to play Molly’s game, Romy takes the initiative to lead a vixen astray, but when Chuck and Romy are ready for a little one-on-one time, Molly makes a dangerous move. And her betrayal will come at a mighty high price.
“Where is she?” Chuck didn’t acknowledge the body on the floor. There wasn’t time. He had sensed Romy’s angst as they were riding back to the mountain. Now, he felt her heartache, owned it as his own.
“You can’t help her with this,” Laurel said.
“Where is she?” He slammed his fist against the wall, aware of the structure closing around his fist, the sheetrock and insulation biting at his flesh.
Brice was behind him then and so were the others. “Man, maybe she needs some time. Leaving holes in the walls won’t solve anything. Give her some space. This went down just a few minutes—”
Chuck pushed by him. Taking long strides, he followed his intuition, aware then more than before, that he was a mated wolf as much as a committed man.
He rushed the end of the hall, took a sharp left and hurried down fourteen steps, counting each one until he reached the bottom. Taking another short flight of stairs, he took a left and then another right, entering the heart of the dungeon.
Stopping abruptly, he’d just started to turn and return upstairs when she said, “How’d you know I was down here?”
His heart slammed against his chest, knocking out one rhythmic beat after another. His erection throbbed. His eyes searched.
He needed her. God help him. He needed to hold her close, not as mates promised to one another, but as mates with the most loving of intentions.
Romy stepped out of the darkness like a haunted goddess. Wearing a white, transparent gown, she looked like beauty in motion, flowing gracefully into her steps as if she had no particular interest in rushing into his arms.
He, on the other hand, longed to have her run to him. He wanted her to throw herself into his embrace, shower him with kisses, and begin with a series of heart-warming promises.
“I was worried about you.”
“I’m fine,” she said, keeping her distance.
“Want to talk about it?”
“You kill someone and you don’t want to discuss it?” He could see where this might be a problem back in the old world but here it could be advantageous. If his woman wasn’t afraid to defend herself and the other women there, he could rely on her whenever he and the others were summoned for a collection ride.
“She came back here for you.”
He felt his lips twitch. “But of course she did.”
Romy approached him then. Clearly angry, she balled her fists. “That’s not what I meant.”
Loving that spark, that added flare of tempting heat, he clutched her waist and drew her against him. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”
“She was here to kill you.”
“I could’ve handled this when I returned.”
“You would’ve killed a woman?”
He would’ve hated to kill a woman, but yes, he could’ve done it without blinking an eye. He had his doubts if Romy blinked given the fact he was only gone from the mountain for about an hour. “If Molly or anyone else for that matter had threatened to harm you, yes I could’ve put her down like a rabid dog.”
“She wasn’t an animal, Chuck. She was a human being.”
He shrugged, trying to think of the best way to ease her mind. “She was a predator.”
Romy shivered. Her teeth clattered. She crossed her arms over her breasts. “So I was what…her prey?”
“Why do I get the feeling this is one of those ‘does this dress make me look fat’ kinds of questions?”